Life or Death. Death or life. Sophie pushed her back against the jagged cliff edge, making herself invisible from the party; beads of sweat dripping running along the edges of her face. She had to make a decision; and it had to be made now.
Survival. He was manipulative and dangerous, yet she'd always been drawn to him. His eyes, always so alert and wild and alive. Desperate to drive through life as fast as he could, desperate for the pain never to catch up with him.
Death. Her lover was a murderer. To deprive him of his fate, it would be like brandishing Hitler as a hero. It was strange. Everybody else here was guilty, almost refused to believe that they were murderers. He was different, he knew what he'd done and had admitted it so diligently; his voice never even shaking.
She couldn't let him.
She could let him.
She couldn't.
She could.
As the first shot rang round her ears and echoed throughout the island, she made up her mind.
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And Then There Were Nine
General FictionAn Adaptation Of "And Then There Were None" written by Agatha Christe. She knew. Clara always knew. It was her job. Meet Clara Ellis. The girl with the ability to put herself into stories; to change stories, to change fates. She's always thought sh...
