It's Raining somewhere Else

A Killer's Tale (PT. 9)

       I watched Nightmare shift in his sleep, a blue glow softly emitting from him. My knife was clenched tightly in my hand, yes, I was going to kill him. For her. I may be emotionless but I still loved her! I care a lot. Nightmare claimed that Kills was his, but the one mistake he made was not removing me from the picture completely. I gripped the knife tighter and raised it up. 

"Go for the neck" Nightmare once told me, and I was about to do just that.

I felt something slip between my arms and around my torso, squeezing me a little. I looked over my shoulder to see Kills looking back at me. I had left her in my bed so I could do this....but now...there she was, looking into my eyes with that sickening worry on her face. 

"p-please.....don't be l-like this...Killer.." her soft, shaky voice whispered as she buried her face in my shoulder. 

I slowly lowered my hand, dropping the magic created knife but vanishing it before it hit the floor. I turned around with her arms still wrapped around me and hugged her, pulling her against me, feeling her head nuzzle against my chest. She told me I was warm...and that my chest was her favorite spot to sleep on.......which had actually flustered me at the time. I held her tight, feeling tears start to appear in my eyesockets. I couldn't be like this if I wanted her to keep loving me. The killing gets old sometimes, so I take breaks, this break was about to cease....but thanks to her....I didn't just make one of the biggest mistakes of my life.