You sat down next to me rubbing my back in circles as I cried in your lap. My throat felt rough as I choked out sobs feeling all hope wash out of me. You continued to console me with not a hint of anger or sadness in your voice.
"I can't do this" I shook my head violently. "Please, I can't." It came out as a whisper but I knew Sir would hear me.
"Hey!" You lifted my face in your hands wiping the tears away with your thumbs smiling, "You can do anything. You are strong. You are fearless and compassionate. You can do this" You said it with such confirmation.
"I can't." Snot dribbled down and my lips quivered at even the thought of what I had to do.
"You have to." You smiled at me again completely confident in my short comings.
I began to sob uncontrollably again, my body shaking viciously. You held me tightly rocking me back and forth whispering in my ear, "It's okay, it's okay. I promise. It's okay." I felt alone and tired. I was so tired.
I heard Sir sigh heavily from his chair, "I'm bored." He stared at us coldly. "Kill her now. Stop stalling."
My heart raced so hard like it was trying to break out of my body. My lungs burned on fire and sweat trickled down my forehead intertwining with my tears and snot. My breaths became shallow and inconsistent. Every hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood straight up. My eyes dilated as I took in my surroundings.
I gulped large breaths of air to slow down my heart and ease the pressure off my chest. I sucked in air holding it in until I could let it out slowly trying to stabilize my mind. Deep breath in. Hold. Slowly let it out. Repeat. Finally cleaning my face off the best I could I stood leaving your arms.
This wasn't your trial it was my trial. Trials are meant to learn who's side you were fighting on. There were no rules to trials which meant anything could happen. I looked at you one last time and smiled weakly as you nodded your head.
"This isn't Halcyon." I confirmed looking dead into your eyes, "This is an imposter."
Outraged Sir stood, "Do you call me a liar?" He barked
I looked up at him. He didn't seem so threatening anymore. I began to see how small he actually was, "Yes."
"Will you stake your life on it?" He screamed
"Yes."
After locking eyes with me in a challenge Sir began to smile in amusement. "Then I will take your life too."
"No you won't." No longer did I feel fear, now I felt freedom and courage, "I want to talk to the Great Leader."
I have never seen Sir look afraid before. It wasn't long but for a mere second I watched as fear flickered in his eyes briefly before he tucked it away.
"Request denied." Sir spoke.
"You can't deny the request!" I shouted.
"I am Sir! I decide the rules! I make the choices! I do whatever I so please! You don't think I can deny requests? Watch me!" He stood growling at me with such intensity.
I looked around the court as people were hooked onto their chairs wondering how this would all end. I thought about the people who disappeared. They never returned. They just go away. You either fail the trial or you die.
We had to die. Not alone but together.
I shook you screaming, "Tell me if you're real! Prove to me you are real!"
You smiled, "He's fat." You said it looking at Sir.
Sir the bully. The bully you rescued me from when I was six. The bully you called fat and pushed him down.
"I love you." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I proclaimed my loyalty to you.
"I love you." You stroked my cheek so calm.
"Goodnight Halcyon." I whispered.
I plunged my hand deep into your chest cavity holding onto your heart with my fist feeling as it pumped life into you. Then I pulled it out ripping away all arteries attached to the vessel.
It wasn't a breath that escape your lips. It wasn't a scream. It was more of a gasp. And short gasp that collapsed sooner than it was taken.
I watched you fall to the ground as I dropped your heart onto the floor.
Sir began to laugh manically clapping his hands like a child. "Bravo! Bravo!"
I turned to him "I'm not finished yet."
I plunged my hand into my own chest and ripped my heart out also as I collapsed next to you smiling.
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