Dull Knives, Sharper Hearts

"I thought you said you loved me." Her cracking voice echoed through the vacant household, bouncing off of every cold, lifeless brick wall, and shaking violently, octaves rising and falling in a staccato.
"I do." He snaps.
"Would you hurt someone you love?" The question was simple. Simple for a normal being, that is. Simple for Ace...No, simple is most definitely being not the word for her inquisition in Ace's mind.
"Maybe. But I'm in more of a killing mood."
The shot rang through the streets, and within short, scarce moments, the sirens began to blare.