Kiss or Kill H.S

10. Allure

~WARNING THE FOLLOWING WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE ~

After all this is over, you would never be the same.

FLASHBACK

" Shut up ! " My voice pierced the air, pleading.

In a matter of an hour, I had endured quite enough. My patience was wearing thin. Although, Harry had given me direct orders to keep them alive. I could not handle another hour of a mother's distressed cries and a child fearful eyes tempting my empathy.

" Please just shut the hell up ! " I demanded with a gun to the mother's head was enough to silence her for a matter of seconds.

I couldn't lie, I enjoyed the power, the adrenaline that came with the lethal weapon upon my hand. I had been given an hour to rethink the scene in front of me and Harry's actions. Somewhere along the line, I realized that everything that happened was real, although it felt surreal. I would never forget the smile that highlighted his face, the shining green orbs, that had come alive. He had stripped it all off, allowing me in, and the man I had just met was the Devil himself. Every emotion, thought, feeling had heightened for him.

I had no more options.

I had no more choices.

He held me captivate.

I wouldn't think twice before I pulled the trigger.

I wondered if he ever did this before. I wondered just how far he was willing to go. The questions were never-ending but I was willing to give him time.

My thoughts were interrupted by the mother's mumbles,"Why?"

The agony in her eyes was alluring, I laughed loudly enjoying the fear, "Speak up! "

She barely grasped for air," You have the power to make him stop," She froze, calculating the darkness of my eyes, she took a deep breathe, begging , " Please, she's only six. "

She had caught my weakness, the past that I couldn't let go of. The guilt that I carried. I turned this time to fully face my temptation. The little blonde girl let the tears pour for her face, not understanding the situation. She would never understand the evil within the world but worse than that one day she would have to witness it. She would be given one choice, kill or die. Little Aleksandra made her choice, I wondered if she made the right one.

The mother silenced herself watching the interaction between us. In a moment of weakness, I wiped the tears from her young eyes gently, "What's your name?"

" Sarah," She cried. The tears stopped for a moment and she confessed, " I don't want to die. "

I shut my eyes, Little Aleksandra.

She continued to torture me, " I want to go home. Please. "

I opened my eyes, faced the innocent child. A tear found its way down my face, my past followed me no matter how hard I ran. No matter how strong I tried to be, a part of me would always be his. I responded, " After all this is over, you would never be the same. The purity will wash away, the innocence will come undone, and you won't ever be Sarah again. You will be walking dead looking for a purpose to go on. A tortured existence lost in the abyss. Rage, fury, revenge, will consume every inch of you. Until the tears stop coming, the pain vanishes, and all that is left is emptiness. Then you will make your choice, with a gun on your hand, you will decide if you had enough of hell or if you're just getting started."

" Giving you death, would be kindness." I repeated the familiar words that I would never forget, "pozvolit tebe umeret, eto budet dobriy jest?"

Her youthful blue eyes didn't leave mine.She analyzed the intensity of my tormented eyes. She seemed to understand, she went to the depths of a past that most couldn't see. I let her to explore every inch of my dark soul. We stood there for what seemed like hours, silently she made her choice, preparing for her release from the wicked world.