The Power To Kill

Imagine if one day you found out that you were the baddy. Imagine if one day you found out you were born to kill.

                

Prologue

 

                       Should I?

 

I knelt on the hard cold marble floor. Pain was searing through my arm where a cold blade had bitten my flesh. My whole body was aching and bruised and I had no more spirits left to dampen. But I felt none of this all I could feel was the anger swelling in my gut. Was this my anger or just an anger passed down to me, an anger I was born for?  Am I me or just a thing? A thing born to kill. Kill her. The girl I was kneeling over. A pale thin excuse for a girl! I'm not sure if that's what I think or what I should think, what I was born to think. She was ghost white, shaking and terrified of the knife in my hand and of me. Good! Is that me thinking that? I don't know its something I will never know. I have the power to kill her. To end this battle this feud- my self feud the one in my mind and our feud the one I was born into. Well would it really end it? But I know one thing it would end, her life. I was born for this. Can I do it, should I? 

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