"She was bred to be the perfect soldier. She doesn't blink, she doesn't think, and most importantly she doesn't hesitate. She just kills without remorse."
Her entire life, Storm had only be one thing; a mindless soldier for those around her to use f...
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STORM WALKED BACK to the room with heavy steps. Her feet dragged incessantly, her movements faltered as she forced herself to push forward. It was as if her body couldn't make up its mind about what it desired.
Revenge or love. To most, it was an easy decision. It should have been an easy decision, but the longer she thought about it, the more it seemed like she was choosing between love and love. The love she held for her brother and the love she felt for Tobias. Which was more powerful? She didn't have an answer.
A couple of years ago she would have chosen her brother without question. He was the only person who dared to love every part of her, all the unfixable cracks in her heart. He was her strength, and when he died Tempest Matthews thought she would never be able to walk again. A bat had shattered her kneecaps, leaving her crawling on the floor like a broken doll.
Drake was her twin. Her other half, but they had not been split equally in the womb. He got kindness, and she got hatred. He got the ability to forgive, and she got the ability to slaughter. Two halves. Yin and Yang, darkness and light holding hands to face the world.
When he died, all the light was gone. Tempest was left in the dark with no way out. When there was once someone to clean up her wounds, she now had to do it herself. When there was once someone to hold her while she cried, she now had to force the tears away.
It remained that way for two years. Until she lept off that rooftop, landed in the net, and locked eyes with Tobias for the first time. He was her light now. He had pulled her out of the void; a feat she never thought possible, But he did it.
He showed her that she could love again and that her heart was not completely closed off. And how did she repay him? By stabbing his own heart over and over again.
Storm entered the room unsure of where this action would take her. She hoped he was still asleep. She prayed he had not realized she left.
Her prayers were useless. Her eyes locked with his. He wasn't lying in bed anymore.
"Oh look who's back," Tobias muttered sardonically. His casual tone and posture, the way his feet were propped on the desk without a care, truly alarmed Storm to her withered heart. He fiddled with her knife, one she left behind because it was not sharp enough. He twirled it, squeezed its hilt with all his strength, and swallowed the urge to throw it to the ground. All because he knew the truth.
