Contemplation (Part 2)
M. A. Jordan (Jade Rhade)
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And in the ever
dark'ning night
there shall be one of
everlasting light.
'Lacarsse Verses' by M. A. Jordan
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His knife drawn along with his gun, he contemplated the best method.
Slit his wrist? Too slow. He sheathed the knife.
Chest shot? No guarantee of swift death.
Head shot? Messy, but quick and certain death assured.
He raised the gun slowly, pressing the barrel against his temple.
The door hissed open, and Beka walked in. For a moment her eyes met his, and he read shock and horror in her gaze.
"Farewell, Matriarch," he whispered, and closed his eyes, tightening his finger on the trigger.
A single shot.
Then silence.
A/N: don't you HATE it when people do this? Part 3, coming on Monday, along with the first chapter of... (drumroll, please!) Fallen Angel! (hopefully)
