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He trembled onto his knees. Blood dripped from his mouth, eyes were sore begging to spare his life. Bruises, cuts were littered across his face. It looked like a piece of art. I liked it even better. I loved art. I have dreamt of this day since I moved here. Blood was everywhere. fire scattering around him and me. The rubble was the remaining bits of the tallest buildings across the country. The screaming was a melody to my dreaded ears. The blood on his face drips down the more I smile. My laughter rises with the fire tickling me behind my back. His crying is loud. Does he deserve to live?” stop whining, be grateful you're alive” I kicked him in the stomach pushing him back. He wipes his mouth and shakily moves onto his feet. For some reason, I found it hot,  weird. He comes closer.
“Who do you think you are? Coming close to me?”
I pick his chin up looking down at him.
“Human. I am human. Who are you?”
his voice stumbles while I get closer to his face. Cleaning the blood off his face, I start to wonder why I keep him alive?
“ I'm yours, mi amor.”
“mine?”
his voice starts to stutter. I’m starting to feel his face warming up in my hands. It's cute, he is turning into a red tomato. A bloody red tomato.
“ Why, me? There are a lot more people out there”
he starts pushing himself away from me.
“Mi amor look behind me, who else is out there”
I walk back showing him the fire storming behind us.
“What happened?”
water is falling out of his eyes making a little puddle in his hands.
“I made a tsunami, what do you think? Of course, I burned it all down”
laughing over the tears I can see him smiling. Why is he smiling?
“Thank you love for this, it looks like hell just how I like it”
he is now smiling and giving me a warm hug. What the hell? I'm pretty sure I was the insane one.
“I was planning to burn it down, but you have done much better”
he looks up from my chest.  All of sudden I felt something piercing me through my stomach. “I'm sorry love but there isn't any room on the stage for 2 villains.
Toodaloo”
he stabbed me how dare he, great I got back in time again.

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