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The calm before the storm, she had thought. Who knew the storm would be dyed red?
It was a hurricane of agony and reminders of the past life, of Colgate shoving his blade through her like she was a mere doll. He had been emotionless, careless, and here she expected the same. Her neck emptied itself of blood and she didn’t bother crawling to reach for her weapon. She was gone, fading. The effort wasn’t worth it.
She hoped that whatever this was, it ended quickly. She hoped it wasn’t permanent. She hoped everything would return to normal and that all debts had been paid. Hers must’ve been the pain she had inflicted because she was a mere torso now, head attached by threads that she couldn’t feel and didn’t want to imagine. She was a gory mess, worse than how Colgate had left her.
She still remembered what happened the last time her heart slowed. The pain had numbed and she waited for that, for the tunnel vision and the cold and the black. It was coming. All sensations faded one by one. She didn’t feel the blood pooling beneath her, she couldn’t hear their blades clashing, she couldn’t smell death, she couldn’t taste the iron. Last time, she had kept her eyes open for as long as possible to watch the sky one more time.
Now, she closed them.
Willis was there when she opened them, bottle in hand. ”You tried,” he said.
She grinned.
