Crossing the Line: Sanity

Old scars meet new

Delirious P.O.V

Well, that'll be interesting. How will I tell them that I failed to kill one of them? I've never failed a kill before... I guess I'll just have to tell Luke and Jon that I'm useless... Just like [MISSING TEXT] said I am. Jon was still asleep when I made it back to our house. Guess I'll tell him afterwards. As I touch the door handle I notice a dark grey envelope with silvery scarlet writing on it. Another letter of failure, most likely. I open the letter and begin reading.

Delirious, Delirious, Delirious. What did I tell you about killing them by your own hands? It is necessary.

It seems you do not respect me, puppet, so punishment will be swift and just.

You will not be paid, because you did not kill Brian, and you will have no rest period between now and the next kill. You will do it right now, just walk through the door. Cartoonz should still be there.

Target: Luke (CaRtOoNz)

Upon death by your hands: $2.1m

For his death, you must be creative to win my favour. You will not be paid if you do not win my favour back. At the very least hack off his beard. That'll hurt his pride.

Also, if you see a little bunny there, he is another one of my many puppets, but if you lay a single on him without good purpose, I will seek justice. He is my most precious puppet. He will suffer by my hands before anyone else's.

Regards,

The Puppeteer.

"Oh no. Luke, I'm so sorry. Why do I have to do this? This'll kill Jon. That'll kill me. What do I do?" I pace back and forwards in front of the door before deciding. "I do my job. I need to keep Jon alive above all else. If he tries to kill himself, I'll take over."

I walk into the house and see two individuals lying together on my couch. Really guys... are you actually kidding me right now?

I stalk silently closer and see that both males were sound asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace. I walk to the kitchen and grab the sharpest knife I could find. It needs to be sharp enough to slice off his beard in one go. I feel like shit for doing this. He has protected me, well Jon, so many times. I'm sorry Luke. It's for the best. I creep back to the couch and see that the rabbit was waking up. Shit. I quickly lean over and slice Luke's beard off, cringing at the messy patches of hair and blood left behind. This caused him to scream and wake up.

"WHAT THE FUCK DELIRIOUS?!" Luke immediately turns to me and sees what I've done. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" I cringe back and look him and the scared bunny in the eyes.

"I'm sorry Luke. It's my job. If I had a choice I wouldn't do this, not to you, but I have to. I have to keep Jon safe. This is the only way." I raise the blade above my head, flashes of fear and determination showing in Luke's eyes. Ohm's were visible for once, and they showed nothing but sickened curiosity. Of course, you would react like that, Rabbit.

"We could keep trying to remove you. It almost worked!" He protected his face by bringing up a barrier with his arms. At least he remembered to do that this time. I shook my head and pulled the slightly dulled blade from out of his arm.

"We don't have any time anymore. I'm not in control. He is." I go in for the kill, aiming at his neck and then quickly changing to his stomach. He didn't have time to protect both and I landed the hit. At some point during the exchange, we had moved away from the couch and were in the middle of the room. I push him to the ground with the force of the knife in his stomach and push the blade into the floor through his body.

"Who...was...it? ...How... much... am... I?" He's dying. I killed Jon's best friend. I'll grant him this one piece of knowledge. I turn to the Rabbit and see that he is ready to run. Just like he always does. He chose the perfect animal to describe himself. Weak, pathetic, rodent that runs at the slightest scare. I go grab another knife from the kitchen and see that he bolted towards the door and was fumbling to quickly open the door. I run up behind him and stab his left shoulder blade, not deep enough to fatally injure him, but enough for it to permanently sever his arm slightly. I spin him around and carve his symbol into the side of his neck.

"You go back, and tell your Master that the deed is done. You tell him word for word what happened today. Including what you two did. Come back here, and I will kill you. Doesn't matter if I'm paid or not. I will kill you. Without a second thought." With that, I finished the carving and released him. He sprinted away, blood slowly dripping down his body on both sides. I lock the door and go back to Cartoonz.

"Sorry, that took so long. You still alive?" I crouch next to the man's bloody head and pull the kitchen knife out of his abdomen. He let out a pained wheeze and responded.

"Despite... your... best efforts... yes." He looks over to me, his single eye watery and staring deep into me. A wave of guilt rushes over me. I can't believe I did this. I burst into tears. I've never done this before. This is a Jonathan thing. I'm not meant to have emotions. This is wrong. I'm not allowed to have emotions anymore.

"Luke I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. None of this should have happened. I'm sorry. I'm getting paid $2.1 million at least. You're worth more than that, to both of us. He's still asleep. I promise I won't let him see you like this. I promise to take care of him and protect him with my life. That's what I'm meant to do. That's why I'm here and you can't get rid of me. That's what every single one of us is meant to do. We are given a second chance to live, and we have to sacrifice our lives to protect the one we were given to. We are stripped of emotions so that they don't interfere with our mission. I'm sorry Luke. Rest easy, my friend." He smiles and looks at me.

"Looks... like... that failed... with you... that's... a lot... of emotion... for... someone... like you... Who... was... it?" He lets his eye close.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I lean close to his ear. I don't know why, we're the only people here, but it feels right.

"I... think... already... know... but... want... make sure..." His breaths get heavier. He has no time left.

"I'm sorry for this again. It's..."