Killing the Love of your Life

5

They dressed me up in combat boots, and a tight body outfit. They cleaned all the dirt away, painted my nails, cleaned my hair, and placed it into a braid. They gave me a knife and I stuck it in the pocket of the belt around my waist.

I took one last glance in the mirror and stared at my reflection. After all this time, I look beautiful. And once I kill Scott, I'll be free to have a life again. I'll be able to have a family. And get married. But it won't be with the love of my life it will be with someone else.

"664, your flight is here. Let's go get you situated." I got up and followed the mistress to the plane.

"Here. I know what's going to happen. So here's a black rose. I'm sorry. Goodbye, 664."

The mistress pinned the rose above my heart, and I walked into the plane. Today, I had no expression. I felt nothing. I didn't even cry. All I know, is I was going through with this.

No more crying. I'll be free once Scott dies. I'm supposed to kill him, and that's what I'm going to do. They took Jason away from me, my family, and now, I'm taking Scott away from me. The last person I love that's left.

The plane took off and there were eight guards inside of it with me. The plane had no windows and it was completely pitch black inside, except for the odd lanterns placed around the plane. There were flies flying around the plane, and the guards coffed.

"Oh, my God!" I shouted. The guard was on the floor shaking, and blood was spilling out of his mouth, the guards came rushing and one shot him right there on the spot.

I screamed and covered my mouth with my hands, and looked at the man. Killed right there for being sick.

"You could have saved him!"
"How were we supposed to save him? He got the sickness that's killing everyone, we can't let that sickness develope into more people."
"He had a family!"
"Their all sick too. So it didn't matter. Just keep your mouth shut, and sit down."

I sat down and stared at the ground. They just shot him. They shot him, and he died. Huff. This is going into an awful day already.

"How long do I have to kill Scott Matthews?"
"One week. You can have your last days with him, and then you must kill him."
"I understand."

The rest of the plane ride was silent and dead. We soon reached England, and we landed. I took a step out of the plane, and looked around the place. I saw the flag I always loved to have around me, and the flag I always loved to draw.

"We'll leave you here. This is where he is. Good luck, 664."
"Thanks. Good bye."

I headed towards the address given to me, and walked along the streets that once looked beautiful, and were film of fun, and joy. They held memories of me and Scott. I smiled at the thought and then shook my head forcing those thoughts out.

The street likes soon came on as I almost reached the house of Scott Matthews.

I slowly walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell. I waited a few moments till I was met with him.

"Scott!" I wrapped my arms around him pulling him into a hug.
"Janice, baby why are you here? Did they let you go?"
"I, um, well they, I'm supposed to, yea. They let me go."
"Oh Janice!"

Scott kissed me one the lips, still having his arms wrapped around my waist, and I held his jaw with my two hands. I didn't want this moment to end. But after this week, I'd never get this again.

"I've missed you so much. Its been so long."

I just nodded my head yes, and still stayed in the hug. Not wanting to let go.

"Scott?"
"Yes baby?"
"I'm tired. Let's just head to bed."
"Alright."

We walked up the staires to the guest room.

"Here you go. I'll head to bed now-"
"Wait, can you stay with me, tonight?"
"Um, yea, sure."

Scott lay down next to me wrapping his arms around me, and he soon drifted off into sleep. Never letting go of me. But then, I thought to myself,

I'm going to have to let go of him.