Garroth X Laurence X Aaron X Reader. Who to choose.

Garroth

A/N I really didn't feel like editing it. I don't really care anymore. I'll finish the Aaron part...... eventually

It's Garroth.

"F/N! There you are-"

"Stay back Garroth. Please. I have to do this on my own." I say. Ooo~ I've been waiting for this one~

"F/N, you don't have to do anything alone." He takes a step forward.

"Garroth, please. I don't want to hurt you." I say. Why? His family hurt yours. What do you mean? I mean, he is Zane's brother. His father issued the command. Don't you see the resemblance? I..... Don't want to admit it, huh? You see it, don't you? I do, but-

F/N.

Dad, mom?

He is a Ro'meave.

You could be with your parents, but he ruined it.

"You're a Ro'meave?" I ask.

"....."

"ANSWER ME!" I growl.

"Yes..." He answers, his head low.

"YOUR FAMLY KILLED MINE!!" I yell. He looks at me in the eye. His eyes widen.

"F-F/N. Your right eye. It's glowing red." He says. All I hear, of my own thoughts is Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

"It shows her rage for you." I say, along with my other side "She's accepted me! I finally am free. Ready daring? Sure am. Garth Ro'meave. This is for my parents!" I feel my whole being trembling. I look down to see that my clothes are changing. They turn into red armor with gold accents. Some hair falls in my face. It's red along with my natural color. (Red heads, It's black hair for you instead.) My two sides are balanced. I reach over and grab the air. A sword materializes in my hands. It's gold with a red grip.

"F/N, please. I don't want to fight you." He says.

"BUT I WANT TO FIGHT YOU!" We said. We charged at Garroth. He blocked our attack with his sword.

"I won't fight you." Garroth said

"ToO BAd." We said. We swung and stabbed at Garroth. He blocked all our attacks. Up cut, block. Down slash, block. Right to the heart, backs away. Garth wouldn't fight. Our blade got so close to him, but we missed.Every single time. We slashed at him and hit him in the side. Not deep, but enough to cripple him in this fight. We kicked him in the chest. He fell down. We stood over him and positioned ourselves to hit him.

Kill him. My parents urged. We slung our sword down, but I stopped.

"What are you doing? He killed your parents!" My other side said.

"My parents never wanted me to kill someone in cold blood." I said.

"Kill HIM!"

"NO"

"FINE! YOU ASKED THIS!!" I lost my half of the control. The blade swung up and stabbed me in the stomach.