The Last Death

Hey dudes and dudettes, I hope you like this... I dunno I did so ;]

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I was winning. Like every other time I was forced to sort someone out. I was trained to do this, even though I hated it. Yet, somehow I flinched. As if my body had said no, yet my brain knew every move he would make. That flinch, that half a second when I saw this murderers face and recognised who I had been assigned too, was all he needed to drive the small knife into my heart. He felt for my pulse, which was inactive, before laughing triumphantly and running away.

Your probably thinking: 'If your dead, how can you hear and feel him?' Well here's your answer. I didn’t die. I couldn’t.

Technically I was dead. Yet, I wasn’t. It's confusing, and part of who I am. I'm no superhero, but I have to admit, my Talent is awesome. I don’t get telepathy or lightning bolts shooting from my eyes, but eternal life is cool in its own way. It also comes with interesting additions, my senses are strangely increased. Like I said, I'm not a superhero, yet I'm not exactly a vampire or anything. To make it simple for you, I'm nothing like what you read in the story books.

I woke up eventually. My deaths seem like forever but they are only minutes long. I jumped up onto my feet and rushed around the dark street corner. I could hear footsteps ahead but I couldn’t be sure it was him. I ran forward anyway, being fast as I am I was soon catching up. 

As soon as I spotted him clearly, I went into stealth mode. A few more had joined him and though I was the best at fighting, Chris was supposed to be helping me with this part. I reached for my gun. I didn’t want to (and wasn’t going to) shoot him, yet if he tried to kill Chris, I had to be ready. I checked again that they couldn’t see me, then closed my eyes.

"Chris?" I called.

"Right here, turning round the next bend!" He replied into my mind.

He pushed out of there, concentrating on where he was going, rather than conversation. I opened my eyes. Had I mentioned telepathy earlier? Well, that’s Chris' Talent. He can't show me anything, but we can basically have a conversation in our mind with no interruptions, unless one of us died, as it broke the connection, we had to repair it a lot because dying was something I did often. I could hear him coming, long before he could hear me. He was watching me from across the alleyway, nodding.

"Ready?" he asked me, in my head of course, we weren't getting caught out now.

"When you are, Crisis." I never knew why I called him that, I think it was because I knew I was cooler than him.

He didn’t even frown at his nickname, he always did this when we had jobs to do. He always went, oddly serious. We both nodded, before leaping out with our guns. A whole gang was there, laughing. My target didn’t laugh. He was probably wondering how I was alive, seeing as he did kill me earlier. I smirked at him. I wanted revenge for him killing me and certain other VERY important people in my life, but some part of me kept me in check. We couldn’t kill this one.

That didn’t stop me and Chris killing all the rest though. I shot two before they lunged on us, guns and knifes at the ready. Chris shot a couple more, but before he could get hurt, I pushed him behind me. He had a Talent, but it didn’t stop him from dying and not coming back from it. More hooded men emerged from dark corners, appearing out of nowhere. Soon, we were really outnumbered. 'Shit' I thought. I felt Chris reach out to all of us.

"Come now! There's more than we thought!" he thought to all of the Talented.

Faster than lightning and knowing help was on the way, I went into action. I pulled out my other gun. Shooting in all directions, shooting at all different speeds, I had them dead in seconds. Even I was a little surprised that I'd took them all out. I kept an eye on Chris the whole time, checking that my best friend was safe. We smiled at each other and turned around. Where was my target? I searched, and actually found him shivering in a corner.

"Coward" I thought to myself. Or so I thought.

"Ha-ha, look at him, he's terrified. I am too, you're scary." Chris snorted internally.

I rolled my eyes. He was all happy-go-lucky now that we were done with the hard part. I got on my knees and pointed  the gun at my targets head.

"You know why we're here, Antonio." I said, sounding sweet but menacing.

"No! No, no please! I-"

"Save it." I growled. I slapped him hard across the face.

"Oli-" Chris was trying to calm me down.

"NO CHRIS!" I screamed. "He did it! He killed them!"

"Shh, it's okay." He replied." Save the anger for later, honey."

Trying to regain my composure, I gave Antonio the most vile death-stare anyone could manage.

"Tell me the truth, or this will be the end of you." I informed him.

He looked at me. Then he smiled.

The Talented were here. I didn’t move from my spot in front of Antonio. He was laughing like a maniac.

"The end of me?" He asked. "More like the end of you."

I heard screaming. I spun around, abandoning my post, to see what had happened.

Chris, was dead.

The Talented, his own kind, had murdered him.

More screaming. Coming from my own mouth. Now I was dead.

The terrifying thing was, hour after hour, I wasn’t waking up.

It was like torture. I could feel the cold hard floor I was on, I could feel the chilly wind caressing my skin. Yet I could do nothing about it. I felt a searing pain in my heart, but it didn’t feel like a knife, nor a bullet. I had no idea what it was.

I also knew, that I, Olivia Reed, would never, ever be finding out.

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OUFT ;]

Dont know if I should make this a story.... probably not but who knows ;3