You Had One Job - Ender

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I felt as if something in my chest hit the floor. There was an awful pain in the left hand side of my neck, from Scarlette's blade. Staring across at her body, my blade was wedged deeply in her neck, the red muscles started to rip as her heavy head started to bring down pressure, leaning on her own shoulder. Her head was mostly cut off, half done by me, the rest ripped naturally by the weight of her head.

"You had one job, Scarlette."I laughed, tearfully.

I f*cked up. She f*cked up. We both f* cked up. How was this suppose to work? Urgh we were both idiots. There was no way we were able to die at the same time.

But...I D-Don't want to die She didn't have enough in her to be able to slit my throat. Or I killed her before she could. Well at least I'll take the sin instead of her. Argh... Ender when did you become to nice?

"Hmph. Well I guess I'll just get the sucky death then." At that point an extreme shock of pain electrified through my body before darkness swarmed my vision.


A/N I'M SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT!!

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