Lost in what seems to be endless darkness.
As I'm sucking in breathing murky, toxic, air I think,
could this be my last breath?
I'm climbing, reaching, stretching, trying to make it to the top.
I know that there can only be one.
I turn around, hearing the soft footsteps of the girl I known for eight years.
But who is she?
Do I really know her?
She stares at me darkly.
She is a stranger to me.
Her chocolate eyes burning into mine.
Blood is painted across her smooth tan skin.
"Who's going to take the first move?" She asks grimly.
Look down at my belt. My hand gun and knife are secured on my waist.
My bow, dangling from my long fingers.
One arrow in hand.
"This is no place to stay for a girl like you." Said the girl.
She grabs hold of her gun.
"Zandra We don't have to do this!" I with my throat closing tightly.
"Nasrin........ Did you know that means wild rose?"
She pulled out her gun.
I pulled back my arrow twice as fast.
My arrow went straight through her throat.
Her bullet dug deep into my arm.
Her long dark hair was laid scattered across the floor of the tunnel.
Her lifeless brown eyes filled with suprise and fear.
There was a crack of light in the wall next to me.
My eyes twinkling from the tears of my pain.
I started digging there with my hands, ignoring the fact that I just killed my 'best friend', ignoring the fact that she would of killed me in any situatuion, ignoring that she would of offered me to the devil instead of herself in a heartbeat.
But remembering that she killed my companion, my true friend.
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HorrorNasrin is not an ordinary 14 year old girl. All her life she has been trained to kill. Her family is dead. Nasrin's family was killed when she was age 3. But Nasrin was a unusually intelligent girl. She had killing strategies already engraved into h...
