I glanced over at Hunter, who was still lying unconscious on the marble floor. I looked down at my chest where the knife struck and saw a deep red gash that was closing around the knife. I draw out the knife and the gash closed completely, as if it had never been there. That’s nifty.
“YOU’LL DIE FOR THIS. YOU’LL PAY FOR.” Zacharias was screaming.
I didn’t hesitate like I had before. This was not a dustbin situation, this was as real as it gets. I plunged the stiletto into Zacharias’s back. The scream he let out is something I’ll never forget. Like a million crows all crying out at once. I saw his body disintegrate before my eyes, leaving behind a soft, yellow orb that quickly dissolved into the earth…away from me.
I rushed over to Hunter’s body. He wasn’t moving. I slapped him a few times to see if he would wake but nothing happened.
But he can’t be gone. I’m done with him yet.
“YOU CAN’T BE GONE! I’M NOT DONE. I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET. I’M NOT!!!”
But he was still.
Everything was still.
Too still…
“Jesus Christ, you can stop yelling.”
“Huh”
“I’m not dead, you idiot, I’m just not tip-top right now alright? Give me a second, I’ll just..”
He tried to get up, but quickly collapsed again.
“What…what happened back there…how did I do that?”
“Your more powerful than we could’ve imagined. Any of us. You just took down one of the most powerful Fallen ones in the world.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“You’ll be hunted now. Forever. There’ll be nowhere you can hide. They’ll always find you. They’ll always be looking. You’ll always be followed. You’ll never be on your own.”
I brushed Hunter’s hair off his scuffed up face.
“No. I won’t be.”
I never knew if he wanted that kiss of not. My guess is that Hunter probably would’ve wanted to take it for himself. But at that moment, I had done something great. Something strong. And strong people get prizes. So as I feverishly kissed him and unbuckled his jeans, I took my prize.
Hunter.
My Master.
My Protector.
My Prize.
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