Daminion

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Stone could now only hope. There was nothing else he could do. He had given the location. All he could do now, was wait.
Wait for the world to end.
Knivia had gone to bring some coffee for the both of them, for even she knew, that there was no way out of this one. This was what she would have loved to call, "A Checkmate", if it weren't for the magnitude of the situation. Stone took out his Player, but soon found it impossible to use, as his hands were shaking so badly.
Knivia came over and leant over him.
"The worlds going to end"
The words just slipped out of her mouth, partly because she was just as terrified. But mostly, because she had nothing more to say.
"Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say something corny. At least I have you..."
"Corny..." but she couldn't complete what she wanted to say. She choked on her pent up tears and tried to look away, but Stone's gaze held her own.
Stone remembered spending every living minute with her for the last few years, and now all of it came rushing back.
This was it, his life was flashing before his eyes.
The two of them, arm in arm, made their way to the rooftop and just sat there. They could see pretty far out from up there. How the horizon stretched free, still promising a better tomorrow, how the clouds rolled across the sky, wandering down their eternal path. Knivia had always thought that it was a shame that humans still didn't have the power to control the weather. But now she rejoiced. They wouldn't have been able to do such a great job.
Time passed as it would. Knivia fell asleep on Stone's lap and he hoped with all his might. Hoped that Daminion would succeed. Hoped that this moment would last forever.

Stone started to feel drowsy too, slowly.

Knivia shot up straight, her eyes full of worry.
"Neurotoxin..... Run...."
Two words were all that she said. Two words that crushed Stone's heart and jerked him into action.
Stone was an old man, close to his Fifties, but he ran. Ran as as fast as his old legs could carry him, with the woman he grew to love close behind him. There would be no compassion if she caught up. He knew, that if he stopped, there would be only one possible outcome. One desire that would be fulfilled.
Bloodlust.
He ran behind his door and slammed it shut, his heart pounding, his feet aching.
He rested against the door and slid down, exhausted. His brain was into overdrive, begging him to stop, and just let it happen. But he could not. He whipped out his Communication Cube and dialed Daminion.
Warned him about the neurotoxin, and just as he was about to hang up, a knife burst though his already aching heart and he roared in pain.
The door swung open and Knivia stood in its light, a grin stretched onto her face.
Stone felt defeated. Was hoping to die together on the rooftop just too much??
Feeling pathetic, Stone drew his revolver from a desk nearby and pointed it at Knivia's head. A humongous task in itself. He knew, that in how much little time he had left, it had to be done. Knivia would not stop.
What he felt was a feeling worse than the knife in his heart. A constricting pain that grew like a ravaging monster. Eating at his insides.
One shot.
And then two people very close to each other, drew their last