Twenty two

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So just a warning for some people, emotions will be triggered so you might want tissues - especially if you like Anti which I know from the first book a lot of you do.

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(Y/N P.O.V)

The phone slid through my now sweaty fingers and crashed to the floor causing it to hang up the call. I couldn't believe it; it mustn't be true I'm just being paranoid, yeah? Paranoid. I went upstairs into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. I grabbed some pain killers from the medicine cupboard but to my shitty luck the packet was empty. I chucked the box in the bin only to hear it hit something. I looked down at the bin with worry and dread. I bent down and emptied its content onto the floor. My heart shrieked in fear at the dozens of black coloured contacts. I turned away, leaning my back against the sink. Then I noticed something else, a lose side panel where the bath was. I lifted it off only to find a duffle bag full of packs of contacts, a bottle of pale face tan and prison cloths. It was true, it was him.

*BANG*

"What was that?"

I ran into the bedroom and picked up the landline. I quickly dialled in Anti's number but he wasn't picking up. I tried again and again and again but nothing.

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(Wilford's P.O.V) – Couple minutes before

I pulled up next to the apartment as to not alert my little bunny that I was back. I got out the car and headed up the stairs. I knew that I still had Anti to deal with before (Y/N), at the end of the day we still had a score to settle. I walked up to his door and slipped inside as the idiot always left his door open. Quietly looking through the apartment, I still held the knife in my gloved hands. I finally found him inside his bedroom playing video games with his headphones on.

Déjà vu anyone?

I closed the door slowly and began closing in on him. I was caught off by surprise when Anti suddenly turned around with a gun pointed at me.

"Ya know ever since that time with Wilford I've always kept an eye on what's behind me!"

He pointed towards a camera which was facing the door.

"Oh! Aren't you a clever little leprechaun!"
"I knew it! You're not Dark!"
"What gave it away?"
"I recognise that insane voice from anywhere clearly you've given up the role!"
"Haha, I guess you're right! Well you know how murder gets me all riled up I just can't hold in my inner maniac!"
"if your here to kill me I'd like to see you try!"
"Oh really, and what makes you think I cant"
"I've got a gun and you have a knife, your at one hell of a disadvantage"
"Whats the point in a gun if your not gonna shoot it"
"And what makes you think I won't!"
"Because you're weak and you couldn't kill anyone!"
"I can and I will"
"Go on then, do it! Do it! Do it! DO IT!"

*BANG*

He took a shot and I dodged it by jumping to the floor and rolling across the ground. I quickly took the knife and threw it accurately at his chest. The knife ripped through his flesh and I could hear the blade scrape against his bones. Blood began to drip down from the wound and it wasn't long until a pool was starting to form. It was added to by the blood that he was coughing up and slowly fell from his lips and down his throat. He was dying slowly and painfully. Wonderful.

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