Rules are Made to be Broken

My breath came in sharp gasps and I struggled to stay standing. The relentless rain stuck my dark blond hair to my skin. Blood flowed around the knife in my chest mixing with the rain, turning the once white tiles a deep pink. Raising my head I saw him walking towards me, a smug look of triumph on his face.

“Who knew the great rebel leader would be killed by her best friend.” He jeered, sauntering up to me. 

“I didn't know you had it in you Mason.” I tried to smile but grimaced in pain.

“I couldn't let you kill them in cold blood.” 

“They volunteered.” I argue.

“They're just kids!” He yelled, gripping the knife and pulling it out.

Crying out in pain I fell against the balcony rail, almost slipping over it  but Mason caught me, holding me tight to his chest. Blood and water was everywhere.

“I’m sorry Tanaka.” Mason said softly and I could tell he was crying.

Looking up at his face I knew he meant it. Reaching up I pressed my lips to his, needing no words to convey my feelings. 

Thinking back to what caused this all I cursed myself. Power and pride had poisoned my thoughts. I had become greedy and had forgotten who was friend or foe. I had been warned of this. Oh, I had been warned many times and I had been a fool to ignore them. Sending my own kin out to fight an impossible battle, I had become a monster that had to be stopped, no matter the cost.

I broke the kiss, “I'm sorry too.” Pushing away from Mason I slowly walked backwards using the stone rail for support. I knew I was almost gone, there was too much blood lost. My hands shook as I slowly raised the gun and pointed it at Mason. Tears poured down my face mixing with the rain and blood.

“Tanaka. What are you doing?” His voice shook.

“We go together.” I wheezed.

“I did earn myself a death sentence didn’t I? Killing the rebel leader.” Mason offered me a small smile.

I chuckled and with one last breath I said, “Rules are made to be broken.” Then I pulled the trigger and let myself fall to the ground, the gun clattered out of my hands and slid on the wet ground. Stopping between me and Mason. Looking at Mason one last time I said, “I love you.” Then letting out my final breath I closed my eyes.

This is how we were found hours later. Dead on the floor with blood and water everywhere. The bloodied knife and empty gun lying between us. We were just another two victims of this bloody war. Because rules are made to be broken