Bryant surprised me today when he showed me a photo of a house.
“What’s this?” I said, confused.
“My new house,” he announced, proudly “I’m moving today.”
“Today?” I cried, standing up “And you didn’t bother to tell me?”
He chuckled, nervously.
“I was here until I could get back on my own feet. And I’ve found a nice place to live now. I’ve found a job at a local hospital. I really should leave.” He replied, sadly.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Is there something I should know?” I said.
He shook his head in reply.
“Say,” he said, softly “How is Ash anyway?”
“Ash. Is she……”
I raised an eyebrow.
“She’s going to be alright, right?”
I made a face.
“Is that why you’re moving?” I asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I can’t….I can’t stand watching it.”
He took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket.
“She gave this to me a few days ago. That’s when I decided to leave.” He explained.
My eyes scanned the paper a few times. There were only three words on that chit, yet they surprised me.
I frowned. Bryant stood up.
“I packed my bags. I’ll call when I get there,” Bryant said, not turning back to look at me. Saying that, he stood up and left.
As I sat on my bed, I read the piece of paper again. It was so simple; just three words. An urge inside me ordered me to do what those words said but I felt a slight sadness as I thought about it.
I had kidnapped the girl only so I could get power over the nuclear plant. Then I would have killed her anyway. That was my plan. But I wasn’t so sure I would be able to follow it anymore.
Maybe I should give her to Bryant on the final day, but then she’d be spotted and then questioned. I had to silence her. I had no other choice except to kill her. That way, it’d end my confusion.
I realized the more I stayed with her, the more my heart desired to keep her. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t stop. I stood up and picked up a small knife from my drawer.
As I walked to the basement, I imagined what I would tell Bryant.
“I didn’t kill her,” I imagined myself lying to my only friend “She died. She killed herself.”
I climbed the stairs slowly.
“It’s not my fault,” I told myself “They refused to pay. I told them I would kill her if they didn’t pay. There are only eight days left. So what if I cheat? So what if I kill? That spy should have cooperated if he loved her.”
The stairs didn’t creak as I went downstairs. They had just been rebuilt a few days ago.
The girl heard my footsteps and looked up at me. She noticed the knife and gulped.
I could’ve used a gun to finish her. But I wanted to use the knife…just so it’d be messier.
I walked right up to her. She crawled back a bit.
I smiled took another step towards her. She retreated in a corner.
I sat down on the dirty ground beside her, just to scare her even more.
With no problem, I grabbed her arm and made a small cut on it.
“I saw that little message of yours,” I said, grinning “What was it again?”
By that time, the urge inside me so much that I no longer left that little sadness.
She gulped and touched the wound on her arm. Then she looked right into my eyes, confidently.
“Please kill me,” she said.
At once, I raised the knife to stab her. The girl didn’t even move.
I expected her to scream or attempt to escape, but she just sat there, waiting for her own death.
“If she wants to die,” I thought “Then kill her!”
Killing is not a difficult task. A well-trained man can kill another man in just a few seconds. Compared to man, children and women are nothing; especially, that teenage girl. She was completely hopeless and yet I somehow couldn’t find the guts to kill her.
“Please kill me,” the girl’s voice repeated itself inside my head.
I gritted my teeth and started to bring the knife down when that sad feeling stopped me again.
I lowered the knife and took a deep breath.
“Don’t kill her” A feeling told me. I lowered my head.
From above me, the girl reached out with shaky hands and placed a hand on mine.
“Kill her!” My urge screamed.
I raised the knife again, and this time without stopping, brought it down as hard as I could.
Blood splattered all over my clothes.
The girl screamed.
“You’re a fool, Evan,” A voice told me.
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