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Standing on the closed lid of the toilet, I look through the dirty glass on to the dark parking lot of an industrial area.
Five minutes to go.
I follow the main corridor to a portion of space within the building that I haven't seen in almost one hundred years. There are actually a handful of soldiers outside with weapons. Not for any specific use or intention, but simply because soldiers sometimes have guns.
One minute to go.
I step inside her small cubicle, probably invading her space. Aliza raises a brow. She dips a towel into a bowl of warm water, then wrings it out. Ira inhales as she lays the wet towel against his wound. Aliza removes the towel, rinses it, and starts wiping at the cut. Ira grits his teeth against the pain and twists to watch her effort.
"I lost myself somewhere in the darkness." Her blue eyes regard me with a vacant expression despite her smile.
"I'm sorry you weren't loved and that made you cruel." Her dry hands close tightly on the once white towel. Ira's nostrils flare a little and gets slightly paler. He takes a deep breath then stands up, making a few steps in my direction and raised his hand as if to strike. He still is harmless, merely curious. Before he could react I grab his left elbow and punch him in the liver with too much force for an injured human to stay alive. Frustrated, Aliza turns around, pausing a while to stare thoughtfully at the nearest wall.
"Late, as always, Altea." Aliza faces me again while striding forward. There is no uncertainty now. She holds herself proudly, chin high, shoulders pulled back just because she called me by my real name but I let her get as close as three paces before slapping her into the closest medicine cabinet. Aliza looks up, still trying to bring her breathing back to normal. "I'd rather be dead."
"Then I have some great news for you."
"We shall perish together."
And by now she is back on her heels staring at me with beads of sweat on her neck. Four seconds later I notice that her hands are trembling.
"It is all going according to plan." She says while pressing a small button underneath the desk close to the now-in-pieces glass cabinet. The multi-colored liquid from the vials that were inside reaches my feet and the only window is shut down by an automatic system and the small space is swallowed by murkiness. We remain there, in the darkness, with only the sound of our own breathing. That is the end of it. I know it.
She pours herself a glass of vine as if waiting for something to happen. Aliza's expression doesn't change when the liquid reaches her side. "Be a nice human." Her skin is a little darker than mine; her eyes are still too large for her oval face.
All of a sudden I feel dizzy and try to fix myself; feeling perplexed but at the same time wrapped up in her plan. Ira's body combusts rapidly and creates a strange vapor around us.
"There will be blood." She tells me so.
Aliza's throws the empty glass at me after realizing her plan might be failing. So she decides to toss more glasses and bottles around hoping to strike me. After that she goes to one side of the room, to turn on the lights and grab a Nagant. Sadly for her, I ran out of patience and push a small knife, which I grabbed from the metal desk, into her forehead. She looks at me smiling as she feels herself going down the wall landing next to Ira.
"Poisoned...you...you're gooing...with..me."
Not even five seconds later I gasp for air as if emerging from underwater.
A knock on the door startles me. She's dead. Somehow I can't restrain a small shiver. Let's face it no one is going to miss me.
