The sweet temptations of sin, always brought him back for more. Once he tasted the forbidden fruit, his will to do wrong always overpowered his ability to do right. Is it because of his haunting past? Or is it the terrifying thought of his unknown...
A/N: Hey Babes, we are finally back with another update!! It has been quite some time, but hopefully this lonnnggg chapter makes up for it. Thanks for being so patient with us. We appreciate all of the love and support you guys have shown. We really cannot thank you enough!! *Cries hysterically*
Recap: Sin and his team commenced a mission that took a turn for the worst. They were there for a specific reason but was forced to take Xena with them. She and her father are now hostages. However, Xena attempted to escape, but it did not go so well. We discover that the two have been hiding something. Will she give it up?? Now, to the ACTION!
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"No!" I screamed.
"Please don't kill him," I continued to plead.
"Xena, look away," my father begged while surrendering to his fate.
"I can't lose you too," I cried while desperately struggling against a hard chest and arms.
"Look away, now!" he yelled once again as the gun pressed further into his temple.
"Listen to daddy," came the chilling voice from behind me, still holding me in place.
"Let me go," I protested while jerking against the impeccable grip subjecting me to my father's execution.
"Do it," the voice behind me demanded.
The blurry figure clinched the gun, its stance wavering.
"Do it now!" the voice behind me yelled again, sensing the figures apprehensiveness.
The blurry figure clinched its jaw and repositioned its shaking hands on the weapon once more.
Click-clack.
Soft keystrokes danced across a computer keyboard, in the background. Darkness concealed my surroundings, leaving only two figures illuminated. One, clearly visible, being my father and the other whose identity hidden by a fiery array of red light being his murderer.
"Kill him," the voice behind me demanded for the last time. His booming voice echoed for what seemed like an eternity shattering my ear drums momentarily.
Click-clack.
The sound getting louder, now in the forefront, echoed in my ear. My deafening screams vanished in the constant clacking.
Bang.
I watched from third person as blood splattered across my face, soaking my curls, tainting me in the remains of my father.
