Contorted Fate

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.

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We've all heard the tales of hunters and prey, the tales of noble steel and desperate mercy, the tales where honor triumphs over the dark.

But it's the tales of cold blood that get swept under the rug.

The tales of bloodlust, where mercy is a death sentence.

The tales that have you questioning who the true monster of the realm is.

There's a simple rule to most thing in life; two wrongs can never make a right.

So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together?

Rivalries clash, blood spills, and hatred breeds pure destruction.

She's the target's worst nightmare.

He's the one who beats her to the kill.

One mission.

One target.

One impossible choice.

She's cunning.

He's relentless.

She trusts no one.

He needs no one.

She never misses.

Neither does he.

They were taught that hesitation gets you killed.

That attachment is a weakness.

That mercy belongs in fairy tales.

Perhaps monsters were never meant to fall in love.

Or perhaps the greatest threat was never the mission,

It was meeting someone just as dangerous as themselves.