His Little Cobra - Ace Merrill

You can't fight fire with fire.

Ace wrapped his arms around the girl he now held so dear. He of course had given in and let her keep a hold of his switchblade. He watched as she rolled it around in her hands. He gently tugged her into him closer as they walked through the cold dark streets.

"You don't have to do this you know?" He mumbled.

Her head snapped up to face him as he saw the familiar Ace glare.

"He killed my father Ace! He lied and forced me to kill my own fiancée! You don't think he deserves this?!" She snapped at him.

He growled back at her at the mention of her fiancée, feeling the jealousy arise in him over a dead guy.

"I'm just saying! Me and the boys could do it for you if you wanted!" He snapped back.

"I don't need you to do anything for me Ace! I can handle this myself!"

And so the argument began. Everyone had seen this coming. For though they were two Aces similar in every way, they were somewhat too similar. Ace fighting Ace was like fire fighting fire, never once being put out, only made worse by the two strengths.

"I'm trying to help you!"

"I don't need your fucking help! I've killed three by myself so what makes you think I need you for the last?!"

"The faggots were the one who knocked him out!"

"Well I didn't ask for their help either!"

"We're not fucking offering Rose!" He fired her real name at her.

If looks could kill John Merrill would be a pile of ash on the floor.

"And I'm not fucking accepting John!" Her shout was the only thing heard for miles.

"You really think you can face him by yourself after he killed your dad and got you to kill your own fiancée?! Which by the way would have been nice to know about!"

She froze as he brought up the two people she didn't want him to.

"I owe you no explanation about Darren!"

"No course not! Only that you were gonna marry him and never tell me!"

"I was going to marry him yeah! And what about it?!"

"Yeah till you killed him!"

Both Aces froze. He had gone too far. You can't fight fire with fire. You can't fight an Ace with an Ace.

If he had been that pile of ashes from her looks before then by now those ashes would have dissolved into thin air.

Giving him a shake of her head and another glare she turned around and stormed off. The only sound now being her heeled boots on the floor.

Ace let the deep breath he was holding out. He knew he'd fucked up. Anyone that heard that argument would know he fucked up. He growled to himself as he turned away from her and began marching off in the opposite way, kicking over a trash can on his way. Hearing a smash behind him he quickly turned and saw her quickly face away from him, a trash can that had been near her was now on the floor, rolling gently. She'd kicked one over too.

Ace let the deep breath she was holding out. She knew he fucked up. She knew she fucked up. Anyone that heard that argument would know they both fucked up. She growled to herself as she stormed away from him and walked past a trash can. Her instinct causing her to kick her leg out and knock it over with a harsh crash. Hearing a smash behind her she quickly turned and saw him quickly face away, a trash can near him was now on the floor, rolling away gently. He'd kicked one over too.

You can't fight fire with fire.

If only he'd fought harder.

If only he'd fought harder for her harder.

If only he'd followed her.

If only he'd followed her, she might have been safe.