Kyiira was livid. She swore at everyone and everything in sight. She had decapitated the three droids at the entrance of Level Fourteen, taking her rage out on them. The was still out cold as she dumped him in her living area back at her apartment. She ranted and raved at herself, aloud and in her head.
"Why did you not kill him, end it there, Kyiira!" She shouted into the empty house.
Because the guards where coming there was no time. Her mind answered.
"Yeah right, there was still time to slit his throat!"
Then admit it, you didnt because you couldn't bring yourself to. You saw something in his eyes. Yourself.
Kyiira stopped; her mind falling into a blank. She knew she was right. She couldn't bring herself to kill that still form lying in front of her; and she couldn't now. And she hated herself for it.
"Plenty of opportunities, Kyiira. Plenty of opportunities on the way back where you could've killed him." She slammed her fist into the table.
I'm Level Fourteen's best. I don't fail. Ever.
And that blade came sweeping out of her sleeve and was pinned against Arkin's throat.
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So sorry for the super late update!!!
Been super busy with other writing pieces and school work;)
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Level Fourteen
Science FictionArkin: The son of the infamous Level One senator on Continent 1 longs for a life outside of what he knows. Resisting his future of becoming the next Senator in line, he is set to leave his home forever. But when tragedy strikes, things erupt into ch...
