The Nightmares of New York

Acting On Impulse And Instinct

The neon signs hugged around me, the wind howling in my ears. All I could taste was cigarette smoke and the cold bit at my fingertips. I didn't want to wait much longer but I couldn't just leave. She would come.
I kept telling myself that.
She would be here.
I'd just wait 10 more minutes... it was already 2AM I'd been waiting for 3 hours now. It had felt that long though I was surprised so much time had passed. I must have really wanted to see her; I did need answers. I wanted to know why she betrayed me, why she betrayed one of her own kind. Our spieces would hate her, but not as much as I do.
But if I hate her, why have I waited so long?
Sure if I hated her I'd wait, but 3 hours? In this toturous place?
Why did I feel like my emotions were more than hatred?
I almost fell over because of my voilent shivers. That's it; I'm not staying in this hell of a city any longer. I was going to walk away
"5"
It wasn't like there was a magnet keeping me here.
"4"
These buildings weren't a prison and she wasn't the cop.
"3"
The winter night was to cold for anyone. I was leaving.
"2"
My feet were itching to go home, my brain was to.
"1"
A red hooded figure to my right, small in size. Heading out an alleyway.
No way she was getting out that alley alive. I ran straight at her, violently pushing her again a wall.
"Shut up, welcome to your death"
She smirked, "classy"
She could give me answers now, then I wouldn't need to hurt her as much. She could die faster.
"Are you going to tell me why or am I going to have to give a little motivation?"
I just needed to know why then I could get her out of my life.
She stayed silent, something I never thought she would do.
"Why's she dead? WHY'S MY SISTER DEAD?" I screamed at her I couldn't hold it in. She looked scared, tears forming in her eyes. I forced more pressure right on her collarbones. She was about the crack.
I was stupid, I let go for a second and she broke free. She was heading to me but not like thought she would. I was caught of guard, I reached for my knife but it was soon dropped because the pressure she applied. On my lips. She was kissing me.
And it felt like a paridise. I didn't hate it. I kind of... loved it. It was a shame she pulled away.
"She was going to kill you" she looked straight up at me, sorry for what she just did. "I got to her first, I was protecting you"
I could see she wasn't lying, she found it hard to lie. I carefully picked up my knife, gripping it. This was it.
"Killers get killed"