Kill First, Die Last...[COMPLETED]

Chapter 25: Happy Ending

Adam's POV:

My eyes open. Everything just fades. The blood starts dripping into my eye. And soon everything is plagued with red.

I see that I'm lying in a room that is crawling with darkness, right at the bottom of the orphanage, water dripping onto the cold floor, glass dotting the blood-coated floor and broken windows that let the light shine through. 

I try to move but I can't. I hit myself pretty badly while I was free-falling to death. As I try to shift myself, my lungs start to cough up glass that are drizzling with gore. I lift up my head and what I see instantly makes my heart stop.

A giant blade that has been forgotten, is wedged into my body and the blade pokes out from my stomach. The blade twinkles in blood as I stare at the tip of the blade that protrudes from my bellybutton.

But, Before I start to panic, a giant shadow starts to flying down on me. Like an angel, it descends gracefully from the sky. Am I dying? Has an angel come to take me away from this game?

No.

It's the opposite of an angel.

The body of Ma-Ma plummets to the floor and vibrates the ground with a shuddering thud. All her bloody innards spilling out of her limp body, the stench of death possessing the air, all her insides just seeping out of her torn and cut up body as her heart starts sobbing blood. There I see the destroyer of lives. The killer. Master. The Game-Maker.

Killed with her own arrow.

Killed in her own game..

I stare at the women who 60 hours ago, held my fate in her palm. The woman who took me in and created a soldier, a slave out of me.

I stare at the carcass of the woman. Drained blotchy eyes that still radiate their killer glow. Blotchy white eyes that close for the last time.

Finally, the game-maker has played her own game. Finally, she lost in her own game...

A single yelp escapes from her, the last I hear of her suffocating sweet voice. A scream.

Finally, she's gone. Ma-Ma is gone.

Finally, it's her eyes that close for the last time.

The one who controlled my life has now let go of the puppet strings.

Then, I hear it.

The chimes of the last seconds.

Then I start to panic. I start breathing as fast as I can because I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't see and I am about to blow up. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. Help me.

Help me. Please.

Then I hear her coming running. Cupping my face into her hands and kissing my forehead. I can just make out her alluring green eyes.

'I'm sorry, Adam Baby'

She wraps her hand around the blade and She yanks the blade out of my stomach and as I scream in agony and my shrieks echo endlessly throughout the dark, abandoned orphanage, she rips a section of her green tattered clothes and wraps the gash with it. Blood instantly spitting through.

'I'm so sorry' She says as she plants a kiss on my lips and holds my hands in hers.

Like her hands were always meant to hold mine.

'Adam. I love you so much' She says as My tears are escaping. I try to say My last words, that I love her too and that I would rather go through all the pain all over again instead of dying without her.