The Collision (Sequel to The Division)

Chapter 6 (Autumn)

I haven't shot in a while.

The last time I fired any shots was when I killed King Ferris, which seemed like forever ago. There seems to be no point in me shooting anymore, seeing as I have powers, but there's something about firing a gun that relieves my stress.

I stand in the deserted training center and carefully line up my first shot, taking a breath before I pull the trigger. This time something weird happens. My mind flashes back to the day of the ceremony, and immediately I lose focus. The bullet hits the side of the paper, not even grazing the target.

I feel a small guilt building up inside of me, forcing my hands to start trembling. What is wrong with me?

Taking a small breath, I try to push my feelings to the side. Now is definitely not a good time to think about what I did. It happened so long ago, I should have moved on by now.

But it's not like I actually had time to come to terms with what I did. Now, I guess I was paying for that.

I aim my gun at the target once again, taking another small breath. My hand rests over the trigger as my mind flashes to the image of King Ferris falling off of his platform. This time I sit the gun down and take a few steps back.

What is wrong with me?

Why was I all of a sudden so afraid?

I sit down on the floor in front of the target, fighting to get the images from that day out of my head, but losing miserably. I just keep repeating those same words over and over in my head again.

You killed someone.

You killed someone.

Soon, those repeated words weighed more and more until finally I couldn't hold back the tears.

The last time I cried was when my parents died. After that day I never wanted to feel that way again, but yet here I am. But instead, I feel a different kind of pain. A pain mixed with guilt, anger, exhaustion, sorrow, confusion, and just about every emotion I should have felt over these last few months.

In that moment, I was grateful for the empty training center.

*Dagger's POV*

I was going to tell her. I needed to. I needed to tell someone before I exploded. I couldn't play the double-agent anymore. Not after I found out what they were planning on doing, and who they were planning on using.

I needed to tell her.

Klaus informed me that she was at the old training center, which only made me walk faster to her. I was about two steps away from the door when reality stopped me dead in my tracks.

I couldn't tell her.

Not without telling her about my involvement with them. Not without revealing my manipulation and original intentions when I joined. Not without losing her trust completely.

But if I don't tell her, she'll be mad if she finds out I knew about it and she didn't have time to stop them.

I took a breath and pushed the door open. I'd rather her hate me than be the reason that innocent people are being harmed. She would have made a decision like mine.

My speech was prepared, my nerves were under control, and I was ready for any worse case scenario possible.

Except for the one where I find her crying on the floor.

Immediately, everything I thought of escaped my mind and instead I ran over to her and knelt down.

She knew it was me. I could tell because she was trying to dry up her tears the minute she heard me come in. Before she can stand up, I sit down next to her and put one of my arms around her, pulling her towards me gently. She doesn't say anything but instead rests her head lightly on my shoulder, wiping away a few tears. I know she'll speak when she wants to, so I rub circles with my thumb on her arm and wait patiently.