The thunder told him that the time had come. He sat up straighter in his chair, pushing his sunglasses down his nose so he could see out of the cafe window more clearly. The inside of the cafe was dark; the power had gone out, and the burly owner had apologized before going to the back to look for candles. He hadn't cared much. The darkness was one he was used to.
In the distance, he could see her. Her hair stood out against the bleak background of grey and black, a stunning red. That had been the colour of the blood that had run down her arm the last time they had met. The streams of blood running down and circling her wrist, cutting across the veins of her thin, wiry arms. The scars that no doubt remained. He felt no remorse. She had to know the consequences of her actions. She couldn't run all the time.
The coffee on the table in front of him still had steam rising in lazy spirals. The warmth around him was barely comparable to the heat inside him. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. The corner of his lip twitched in a small smile, his eyes never leaving her, she who was on her knees, bowed by the weight of her anguish.
I wonder what the knowledge I have would do.
He laid his cup back on the table and placed a few notes of money beside him. People called him a bastard, a traitor, but they could never call him a thief. After all, he had never failed to pay back whatever he had taken.
The time has come.
He snapped his fingers, and everything went dark around him.
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DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT
Fantasy(REWRITING) Pandora's box was never meant to be opened. But what if not opening a Pandora's box meant the destruction of the world as you know it, and opening it means the destruction of your world? Natasha's choices were never easy. All she could h...
