revenge // one shot

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(Each paragraph/section is a different POV. This story has 2 Pov's :) ) 

He walks through the forest green trees slowly cracking his knuckles while getting in place, ready to fight.

Greg has waited for this moment his whole life, his final night alive. his parents have been dead for decades now, his mind torn in half, but his goal has stayed the same ever since... to kill the man stood before him.

J didn't care about the others backstory. He didn't care if the person his eyes were fixed on was good or bad. All he cared for at that moment was the sole fact of murder. All he desired was to strike down his opponent. He just wanted the blood to drip down like it did that day. Is that too much to ask?

"You murdered my parents... and now you shall pay..." His voice quivered as the pouring rain broke the silence that overtook them. He bore his sword front of his face and stealthily moves towards the man who had taken everything from him. Everything he ever cared for.

"So what if I did?" He had killed countless people before, although he'd rather look at them as pieces on a chess board, pawns, rather then a human life. so what if he did it again? Was he just supposed to admit defeat because he's been faced with the consequences of his past sins? No. He was going to fight back. He sprinted towards his opponent dodging the sword with a swift glide and positioned the knife near his chest.

With his voice laced with pure hate and rage, he spat out, "You took everything from me" In one sharp motion, he slashed his blade swiftly from the harsh embrace. Now there was distance between the two foes. Greg's hands were shaking from spite and blood seeped from his forehead.

He chuckled to himself, lifting up the edges of his mouth while doing so, into a smile... If you would call it a 'smile' that is. Just when would this end? J was getting impatient. "You really think your doing something. Revenge? Ha. What a joke, If I were your parents Id be turning in my grave at this!" He snickered while bursting into a stream of laughter that didn't seem to have an end. But what could he say? The blood seeping from Greg's forehead made him crave to see more. He wanted to see him covered in that colour, but he wanted to do it fairly. So he gave Greg some time before commencing the battle once more.

Greg steadied himself, drowning out J's bloodstained words. He came to his senses, and cleared his mind entirely. He thought of his mother, his father. He thought about how disappointed they would be of him if they were here today. He a let a tear escape his closed eyes and cleared his mind once more. Right now, it was just him and his mind. He brought himself back to his training atop the inhabitable mountain his trainee took place. Centre yourself, rookie. You'll get nowhere if you keep crying like that! That's right. He has to centre himself. He ignored the sadistic smile that settled itself upon his opponent and brought his blade up again once more... His feet started to movie before he thought about it. But right now, his mind was nothing but empty.

Once J finished laughing his heart out, he steadied himself and took a quick glance at his opponent once more. except this time, he was different. Greg didn't look naive in the slightest nor did he hold that fiery image of rage in his eyes. It disappeared all together and formed a much more intimidating look. Something that even J shivered at the thought of. Greg looked like a empty, banal puppet or even a doll, filled with one sole purpose. Revenge. It was from here that J knew. This wasn't a simple game anymore, his very life could be at stake. So with that he readied his knife and swung towards the man not hesitating in the slightest, cutting Greg's arm in the process. But he made a very crucial mistake. He had gotten distracted by the look of Greg's crimson red blood, he got distracted by his fatuous fantasies forming here and there. So distracted, that he didn't see what was to come.

Silence. Silence was all that had Greg's mind as ease. He felt calmer now. But his face was betraying him. The rain was growing heavier now, thunder claps ripped through the clouds' centres. Now his arm was stinging and his bones were aching. This was putting too much physical strain on his body. He felt as if his knees would fail him and buckle under his own weight. Again, he closed his eyes, Remember your training, rookie. You'll look back on this day and realise I was only trying to help your useless self. Those days were hell for Greg. He was weak back then. But now, he's changed. He's much stronger now. His eyelids ripped open before he thought about his dark past again. He looked at the blood pouring from his arm and stared back at J. "You shouldn't mess with things you don't understand." God, he was sounding like his father. But he didn't care; he was about to avenge them anyway. This fight was  clear win from the start, he knows what he must do now. "I should've dealt with you YEARS AGO"  J stumbled backwards slightly as fear slashed through his eyes. J's insatiable bloodlust had let him down. As J was taken off guard, Greg took his chance. He brought his sword up high above his head and let out a vile, "Die here." It all happened very suddenly. Blood poured from J's neck where Greg's sword has slashed. Choking on the blood that spat out from his mouth, he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, with the life drained out of him. Greg noticed how vacant and lifeless his eyes were. So dead, so empty.

The life fading away , everything became numb. He became numb. It hurt, but he didn't mind it. In fact he liked it. He was amused by it. So with that he let out his last breath.