Hey Everyone,

Hopefully this doesn’t suck too much.

Fraternizing with the enemy

We should have known better than to think it would last.  I should have known better, being what I am, what you are, what we are…  I think we knew, or at least you did. Why else would you have allowed me to cling so desperately to you? Why else would you have remained quiet when you could have told me to suck it up? I guess on some level, I knew too. Knew that you would wind up lying like you are now with blood seeping from the knife wounds to mix with the pale strands of your hair, even as your trustworthy eyes stare blankly upwards to where they took their last look at my face. It really is just plain common sense, the failure of “us” I mean. Your people and mine are enemies and no matter what we can’t do anything to change it. My type will always see you as one of them, just like yours see me as an outsider and besides, it’s not like our type of love is smiled upon or anything.

I don’t even understand how things ended up this way. Is it like everyone says? Did you really seduce me, and pull me down into the devils grasp with you? Oh God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I just can’t accept that explanation… How could what we shared have been wrong when it felt so right?

I still remember the very first time I saw you. That was after “it” happened. “It” being the thing I wished most to forget, the day my parents were killed by your people, by “the Klan”.

Do you know what it’s like? Having a single event play over and over in your head until even now fifteen years later, at age seventeen, to have memories of a long ago night still haunt your dreams? I know you don’t. You told me yourself that you’d always had someone there to take care of you. You’d only ever gone into small places in games, unlike me. I still remember being cooped up in the little dark cavity, peering through cracks at the unearthly shimmer of light reflected of the silver casing of the gun barrel. I remember my father desperately pleading for my mother’s life; watching in paralyzed horror as the soldiers smiled, pulling the trigger. Seeing yet not believing as his body crumpled, my eyes fixed upon the dark crimson puddle, even as my mother fell, their blood mixing to form a sickening pool about their immobile bodies.  I had stayed there; shaking in terror long after my parents had been left to stiffen upon the floor. As I hid, my mother’s last words to me ran over and over in my mind as if they had been burned into me with a brand,

“I love you sweetie,” she had whispered in my ear squeezing me tight in one last hug, “now stay quiet, and don’t leave until the good men or mommy and daddy come to get you.” and so I’d done as she’d said. I’d remained still watching as the uniform garbed figures wandered around my house taking what they wanted. I remember seeing their stony faces devoid of all emotion as they gloated over, and congratulated each other while splitting my family’s treasures. 

 I was too young at the time to understand it was an act of revenge, knowing only that my father fought the “bad” guys, and that the bad people wanted to hurt him. To me, he’d always been my daddy, and my hero.

 I don’t know how long it was before they finally left, and the good guys came to get me. I only knew that after what had felt like an eternity I was finally free from the suffocating darkness of my hide out.

After that day, began the part of my life which I will never ever forget, the day I began my training at the militia camps. This period of my life was composed of countless hours of training, the imprinting of my parents’ memory upon my mind, along with a fanatical devotion to our cause, the freedom of our nation from oppression. All this done so that I would be willing to do anything I was ordered to. I only realize now, how the chief manipulated me into doing his bidding, all by making me want revenge for the death of the parents I barely remember.

My more official training finally began when I turned five, and what I call the happy times began. Sure they were full of hardship, but they were also full of triumphs as I learned to blend into the shadows, step quieter than the wind, become a perfect shot and to dance the beautiful yet deadly dance of swordplay. Everyday I went to lessons, where the skills of my trade were drilled into me until now, when I had finally been deemed ready to go on my first assignment.

 “Alex” The sound of the chief’s voice wrenched me from my thoughts and back into the reality of the little office, with its smooth terracotta walls, and typical wood desk.

“Yea?” I stated, looking at the man that we called “the Chief”, and straightened as he fixed his steady dark-eyed gaze upon me for a moment, before his face relaxed into a smile.

“So kid, you’re finally ready for your first assignment, and I’ve got the perfect one…”

I raised a questioning eyebrow as he shuffled through the masses of paper upon his desk, muttering softly to himself, until he finally paused, lifting out a single sheet…

            “…here it is… surveillance says that Redge’s son has been out and about again, and we thought you’d like to do the honors. He’s young enough to be overconfident, and a little foolish.”

            “Redge’s son.” I murmured running the name through my ingrained data-base of political leaders, and top-officials associated with the Klan.

“He’s the son of the man that ordered the death of your parents.”

I stared at him in shock, my blood beginning to boil in my veins as I felt my lips turn up in a predatory smile “whatever you want to know I’ll find out?” I promised, standing straighter as the chief grinned back at me, his large beefy hand rising to clap me on the back.

“I don’t want to know anything” the chief stated, “except when he’s dead.

~*~

Leaving the chiefs office was like entering a market place. People were everywhere, writing up reports, walking around, cracking jokes, laughing, and waving to me as I wandered through, but I didn’t stop to chat to anyone until I reached the armory.

“Yo! Alex! Finally going out on our own are we?” Andrew the weapons master commented.

“Yea, I am” I remarked giving him a hug, before showing him the paper I’d been given with my mission specifics.

“Hmm… Let’s see…” he muttered to himself as he scanned the walls, looking for something that would be easy to conceal.

“How about that hand gun over there” I commented, pointing at the small Black-sheathed weapon which hung just off to his right.

He looked over at it, and then back at me rather thoughtfully,

“Yea, Why not…” he murmured softly, my ears just barely catching his words as he lifted the revolver from its place and passed it to me “If you actually succeed it’ll be kind of funny”

“Why’s that?” I questioned stiffening at his words “you don’t think I’ll be able to do it?”

Andrew let out a hoot of laughter, “not that at all, just this is the that gun we found at your place the day we found you”

I laughed then too, looking at the small blade as it lay in the palm of my hand, with its silver barrel inlaid with a golden leaf. I smiled slightly, and strode out of there, to the call of, “good luck” fully confident in my abilities, and the knowledge that what I was doing was right.

~*~*~*~

I’d received my mission on a Tuesday spending the next few days exploring the upper end of town familiarizing myself with my intended victim, while at the same time memorizing escape routes along with the lay of the streets. When Saturday finally came, I felt confident. I knew which pub he would attend, and I had a story in my mind that I could use to get him outside. This was it, the moment my mission began. 

At half-past six, I stepped into the pub; dark brown eyes scanning over the crowd even as I adjusted my hat trying not to appear suspicious. Not seeing him, I moved towards a vacated corner which would give me a clear view of the other patrons, along with the door.

He entered nearly a half hour later. His longish blonde locks pulled back into a pony tail tied at the nape of his neck. I looked at him, and gulped, he went to my school.

“Hey Josh you made it!” I heard a voice exclaim as a matronly looking coloured woman made her way over to give him a hug.

“Hi Jo, did you save me anything?” he asked her his easy joking manner completely at odds with the impression of him I’d made over the past few days.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t let you starve” she replied shooing him towards a table nearest the fire-place as she went to the kitchen only to return a few minutes later with a plate of fried chicken.

I studied him as he ate; noticing how out of sorts his cream skin appeared in a place like this. At the moment, he had his familiar mile-wide grin fixed upon his handsome face, as he sat with his tall compact body shaking under the force of suppressed laughter. I listened as he joked around with the people working in the pub regardless of skin tone. He just wasn’t what I expected. In fact, in all appearance he was as different from his father as could be.

“Mm that was great Jo” he exclaimed some time later, as she came to collect the bone-filled plate from where it lay before him. It was then that I decided to make my prescience known, and spoke from the quietness of the corner.

“Excuse me, but could I get a beer?”

I watched as his head whipped around in my direction, eyes scrutinizing my appearance. It was obvious that he hadn’t known I was there, and I smiled secretly at the thought. That is until he smiled back, causing something to wrench inside me, it was my first mistake. The second being when I looked him in his laughing grey eyes. I gulped, trying to force my mind onto another train of thought. It was wrong to think he was beautiful. Twice as wrong seeing that he was the one I was supposed to kill. Three times wrong, when he approached me, my eyes trained to the graceful way he moved, unable to gaze away.

 “Hello” he stated in his warm tenor sending a shudder coursing through my body. A shudder that undeniably had nothing to do with the non-existent breeze I blamed it on when he asked, and everything to do with his presence at my side.  

“Hi” I returned my voice deeper than I remembered.  He studied me then, his gaze scrutinizing over every inch

We sat in silence for a few moments, until it was broken by his voice demanding,

“Where did you get that?” I followed the line of his finger down to where it pointed at the clearly visible holster, with its embroidered leaf motif.

Shit! He wasn’t supposed to know about that I cursed, even as I answered,

“This? I found it.”

“Where?” he demanded his voice harsh as he bit out the word clearly indicating that he wasn’t interested in playing games. I looked at his face, at how it had changed from the laughing careless youth into that of a serious young man. This was the face of a man of power, a man that is used to getting what he wants.

 My mind spun as I tried to think up a possible excuse, and then not knowing what else to say stated,

“It was in the old Grayson house”

His eyes narrowed at my response as he leaned closer eyes scrutinizing my features.

“What?” I asked as he continued his examination

“You’re only half aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You heard me boy, You’re half Black aren’t ya”

“So what” I replied forcing myself to keep my voice steady.  

“Nothing, just making sure I remembered right.”

 Who was he? And what could he possibly mean by “making sure I remembered right?” I wracked my brains trying to remember, trying to think where I could have possibly seen him, even as he leaned closer. I couldn’t move away, instead I breathed him in, the bitter-sweet scent of my own doom mixed with danger and mystery even through his light cinnamon-rose cologne. I was breathing hard, body running high on adrenaline, and something else as I suddenly realized what it was like to be under another person’s spell.

 I swallowed past the lump in my throat as panic threatened to set in. I thought I had been trained to resist this, yet I found myself unable to pull away, and as if he could read my thoughts his smooth voice came softly, caressing me as he spoke,

“Don’t be frightened, I won’t hurt you.” He paused a moment then looking at me with deep grey-blue eyes, I gazed back, unable to tear away. Slowly the memories came to me, and I felt weak in the chair, and extremely thankful that I was sitting. I was afraid. 

“… You’re the little boy” I began,

I watched him smile, “do you remember the river?”

I sat still, eyes closed as I a nearly forgotten part of my life, surfaced from deep within my mind. The secret day, the one my mother had made me promise not to tell anyone about. The day when she took me down to the river, to where a woman with warm cobalt eyes had embraced her, to the place where I had ran along the river bank with a blonde haired boy while the two women sat side by side laughing. The happy memory had been long buried, and it only confused me more, but I did not have long to dwell on it, as the second, more traumatic memory of him surfaced.  I recalled now, that day, when all the other men had left the room, and a little boy had walked in, looked around once, and then met my own brown eyes with sapphire pools through the crack in the wall that I was peeping out of. I remember the tremor of fear that had run through me as he’d smiled reassuringly before frowning, as he mouthed the words which I now muttered out loud,

“Now both our mommies are dead” I pulled away from him as I’d been bitten by a snake, the memory of my mother flooding through me. People like him were responsible for her death, and here I was sitting just having a nice little chat. What kind of assassin was I? What would my father think?

I fingered the outside edge of the holster, longing to reach in and pull out the gun. Wanting to watch him fall to the ground, as my mother had those many years ago.

His cold hand, reached out to me, sliding down my arm to take my hand in his larger one.

“Come” was all he said, moving towards the doorway dragging me after him.

I was powerless to resist. It was as if all my years of training had never taken place, and it was all his fault. I glared murderously at his back, trying to figure out how I was going to get myself out of this situation and yet part of me didn’t want to escape. Honestly, that was what scared me most; I had to kill this man that had spared me before, kill the man who I’d played with as a child, and  I had to kill him tonight.

~*~

He didn’t stop moving until we burst out of the pub into the crisp night air.

“There we go” he commented as he slipped an arm over my shoulders. My body acted as if it had a life of its own as my arm moved to slip around his waist. My mind screaming to let go, that this was dangerous. I ignored the voice, instead taking in a deep breath, the cool air helping to clear my head even as his scent washed over me.

“So, white-boy” I began calling him what he was, as he had taken to calling me. “Mind telling me what your name is?”

He laughed softly, and looked off down the road for a moment before returning his attention to me,

“Josh” he stated, “you can call me Josh…”

I nodded, and broke the first rule of assassination, “I’m Alex”

He laughed again, that same dry laugh, “I know Alex, I do know everything about you.”

I blinked in surprise ‘what????”  What was he talking about??? How could he know about me??’

As if he could sense my inner distress he clarified,

“I know all about you and how you are here to kill me”

I stared at him and suddenly wished that I had the warm but of the gun, firmly in my hand.

His voice calling my name jerked me from my thoughts once again,

“Ah Alex, you have gotten lax, haven’t you?” and there he was, holding the gleaming instrument in one hand.  I stared at the weapon in awestruck terror, how had he done that without my noticing?? I hadn’t felt a single thing, and yet there it was in dangling on his finger, but towards me.

“How did you do that?”  I gasped, looking up at his face, his fine-boned features illuminated by the street lamp.

He said nothing, just placed his fingertip upon my lips, in a gesture for silence, before moving away, mouthing the words,

“You want it? Come and get it” before he slipped away into the shadows.

~*~*~

I stood fixed in place for quite sometime, looking at the place where he had vanished. I couldn’t believe this. The Chief said this was an easy job, you know, the old find and slash of the throat. Wahoo, he’s alive one moment and then dead the next, but I should have guessed it wouldn’t be like that for me. Nope, that wasn’t for Alex, instead I had to have the luck of trying to kill the sexiest, smartest guy I’ve ever met on my first mission. Not to mention, I just had to have some type of childhood connection with him, combined with the fact that my stupid body wouldn’t co-operate whenever I was within two feet of him. Hell yea! This job really would be a synch! And now I really was in a pickle, he had my dagger, and I couldn’t exactly go back to head quarters, and ask for a new one. Besides, I don’t think Josh had any intention of killing me in the first place, more like play with my mind, and then who knows what. .

So there I was, standing at a little crossroad of life, I could either a) return to base, and say that I couldn’t do the job cause Josh knew me or b) I could go after him, play his game a little while longer, and see what it was he was after, even though I had a sinking feeling that it was me he was after.

I heaved a sigh, for me failure just wasn’t an option, and so I marched onwards, placing one foot in front of the other on the path I was certain would lead me right into danger.

The road was getting darker, the streetlights further apart as I walked after him, and I began to wish more than ever that I had some other type of weapon on me aside from my bare hands, and a pair of combat boots.

After a little while, I felt as if I was being watched, and my training set back in, putting me on high alert, as I categorized every sound, trying to gather as much information as possible about my surroundings for either a quick escape, or some means to give myself the advantage in a fight.

The not even the barely audible sound of shoes on pavement proceeded Josh’s re-appearance; he was just there, having emerged seemingly from the night itself to materialize before me.

“What do you want with me” I demanded, determined not to fall under his spell a second time.

He fixed a quizzical look at me, “what do I want with you?” he repeated, “I think you should ask yourself, what it is that you want with me”

I was taken aback

“WHAT?” I exclaimed in surprise.  How dare he go suggest that this was all my idea!

“Well, you are the one that followed me…” he stated,

“You didn’t give me much choice” I shot back, my eyes glaring daggers at him.

“Ah, so you only wanted the dagger back then?” he commented,

“As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind having it back”

“Mmhm, well if you want it, you’re going to have to come with me”

I looked blankly at him for a moment, my gazing then shifting to his hand, as he reached out to me; silently I made a split second decision, and took it. Those cool fingers of his closing about my own as a smile lit his face, together marked the moment when I realized that I wasn’t really afraid of him. This fear I had, was not so much for my safety, as I knew that he wouldn’t harm me in a physical sense, but as my heart-beat quickened in my chest, I began to wonder if my emotions would survive.  

~*~*~

Once again he was leading me somewhere and I was following him, as willingly as if he was one of my best friends leading me off for an afternoon of fun and adventure in the park. Only this “park” was a light-filled Suburban Street in a neighborhood that coloured people with any amount of common sense generally steered clear of. 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked him as he pulled me along past a row of houses, before passing through a gate, and up a long driveway.

“To my home” was his reply as we rounded a corner. It appeared towering above us in its entire moonlight splendor. I was stunned; it wasn’t a house, more like a mansion,

“What? You live here??” he laughed in reply, proving the place was really and truly his as he turned the key in the lock, opening the door and flicking on a light, to illuminate the massive entry way.

I didn’t know what I expected, maybe servants, a butler, or a hall devoid of furniture, but that wasn’t at all the site which greeted my eyes, and once again I was stunned. I had never in my life been in anyplace as grand as this, I stood just inside the door taking in my surroundings for a moment, before following him down a hallway and into another room where I stood in the center looking around, my eyes darting about, scanning the many paintings, and sculptures that adorned the walls, and tables.

“That’s my mother over there” Josh remarked as he appeared beside me, a mug of steaming liquid in his hand, at my puzzled glance he went on,

“It’s just tea Alex.”

I smiled then, and took it from him as I moved to curl up in an oversized chair. Finally settled, I watched him as he moved about, the light from the halogen lamp in the corner tracing shadows behind him as he knelt upon the great oriental style rug to light a fire in the fireplace.

It was then that I let my mind wander; I knew that I had to kill him; just things were slightly more complicated now: 1. He still had the gun, 2. There really wasn’t anything handy I could use to “get him out of the picture” so to speak, and 3. as infuriating as he was, and as wrong as I fundamentally knew it to be, I wanted him. 

Part III

I lifted the mug to my lips, and took a sip of tea, the hot liquid warming my body, even as my heart chilled at the conclusion I had drawn. My eyes drifted across the room to where he was relaxing, he seemed so far away from me, as he stared into the flames, and suddenly I wondered just what it was that was going through his head. I mean, all of this had to have had a reason; why else would I be chosen to kill the very man that had spared my life all those years ago, but then again, he was also the son of the man who had taken first my father and then a split second later, my mother from me in a play for revenge, and to satisfy his own twisted sense of morality. Yet, as I looked Josh, I felt no desire for revenge, as he too had lost someone in this cold-hearted game.

“What are you thinking about?” I whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful silence. He turned to face me in one smooth graceful movement, the answer to my question lying in his unguarded gaze.

I gulped reading the emotions there, the longing, desire, lust, and love. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words came out so I simply sat, looking back, not knowing what to do. His gaze sent a fire straight to my groin, yet I was afraid. If I did as my body, as my feelings told me I would be committing a sin. I would, according to the priests, go to hell. I would be eternally dammed with no hope of salvation.

Time passed, thirty seconds, a minute, it didn’t really matter, we spoke with-out words, each of us, seeming to say that the past was the past, and that for the moment we were going to forget all about it.  I think I smiled then, as I shoved my reservations to the side. If this was wrong, then so be it. But I had never been particularly religious, after all, why would it be wrong? It was just another sort of love. Yet, as I gazed at him I knew that this would only be a one time thing, a lust-filled encounter, for that was all I could allow myself to think it was. Anything beyond that was dangerous.

I couldn’t be sure who moved first, as his lips were soon upon me, overwhelming in their softness, gentle against mine at first, and then slowly the kisses became deeper as our longing over came us. I slipped an arm up and around him, my fingers entangling within the silken locks of his flaxen hair, even as the other hand slipped up between us to undo the buttons of his shirt, causing it to fall open. I felt his lips lift upwards in a smile, as I pulled the fabric from about his torso, pushing it away and over his shoulders to fall loosely about his elbows. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, my shoulders, arms, tangling in my hair, caressing, and teasing as he toyed with me. All coherent thought soon fled from my mind, as he sent my body into sensory overload; his warm tongue tracing down my torso, over my nipples before lapping at the pulse which beat in my neck, before it descended lower.  His mouth enveloped me, tongue tracing, taunting, teasing, even as his hand rest lightly upon my hip keeping their emotion under some semblance of control.  I was gasping for air, his name a mantra upon my lips, and just as I felt as if I could take no more he drew away, a secretive smile ghosting over his lips. As I gazed up at him, at the way the lamp light outlined him in a yellow glow, at the way it shimmered through his hair like sunlight on wheat fields, I came to the realization that at that moment nothing else mattered to me, not the gun, not the chief; I no longer cared about the consequences, I just new that I could no more do anything to harm him, than he could do to harm me. I had failed in my mission, and surprisingly I didn’t mind, as in my heart of hearts, in the place where I held the memory of running on the bank with a blonde haired boy, I knew my mother would be proud.

Looking into his longing-filled eyes I smiled shakily up at him, and nodded my head before taking his hand in mine holding it above my heart as I whispered,

“take me”

“you’re sure?” he questioned his voice soft as he brushed the hair from my eyes. I didn’t reply, simply kissed him as his hands went to work once more.  

I whimpered as he entered me,  clinging to him like a drowning sailor clings to a life line, at the exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. My nails dug into the smooth muscles of his back as his name was torn from my lips in nearly-breathless gasps. I thought my heart would burst as a feeling like nothing I’d ever felt washed over me, he kissed me one last time before I came screaming his name for anyone to hear. Then he too came, falling upon me in a boneless heap.

“God, what have you done to me” I whispered softly when the ability of speech was returned to me as I lay cradled within the folds of his strong arms.

“Nothing you didn’t want me to” he replied, his soft voice nearly reverent as he carried on, “you know... if you were to kill me now, I’d die happy.”

I sighed, tilting my head up so that I could look into his eyes, “I don’t think I could… ”

I watched him smile his dangerously sexy smile,

“that’s good” he stated, “because my mother told me to watch out for you before she died.”

“what?” I demanded a few moments later, but Josh, being the bastard he was, had already fallen asleep.

~*~

Sadly, ours was seen as a cursed love, and as we lay there, I was foolish in thinking it could last. I should have known that the Master on surveillance of my mission wouldn’t indulge me forever. Should have known that my time of happiness was going to be short, yet even if I had thought about it, there was no way I could have known that my happiness would end within the next hour. If I had,  I think I would have made those final minutes together more interesting. Instead, after his startling revelation I was content to watch him sleep. Basking in the steady thump of his hear beneath my ear, at the silky feel of skin on skin, and the warmth of his body until I was nearly asleep myself.

 It would be the soft creaking of a door opening that would first alerted me to another presence in the house.

“Josh, wake up” I hissed, gently shaking him from his slumber just as a crash sounded.

“What was that?” Josh demanded startled from his slumber to stare wide-eyed at me.

“My nanny” I commented dryly, eyes scanning the living room for anything I could use as a weapon. The flicker of flames upon the katana which hung dangerously upon the opposite wall held me eye.

“Stay here” I stated, crawling across the floor to retrieve my clothing before I melted into the shadows.

The night seemed peaceful, but I wasn’t fooled as I knew that he was still out there, somewhere waiting.

Time stretched on, and then the creak of the study door opening broke through the silence. I leaped, katana upraised, and swung downwards in a deadly stroke.

The stoke was clean, metal slipping through flesh much easier than I ever expected, blood spurting from the wound to spread out upon the wooden floor forming a dark crimson pool.

“Alex?” Josh’s voice came from where he had ducked behind a chair.

“Yea, I’m all right” I replied, turning to face him as he stood, an uneasy smile on his face.

I walked towards him then, Katana slipping from my hands, as I reached out to embrace him, his arms slipping about my waist to draw me closer. 

“Thank god” I murmured into his chest, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as his hand came up to stroke my head, his warm breath in my ear, as he murmured sweet nothings, sending shivers down my spine. 

We stood there, out in the open, completely oblivious to the outside world. I was at peace, foolishly thinking  that everything was going to be all right and then a white hot agony seared through my body, as  Josh’s terrified shout resounded through out the room,

“ALEX!!”

I knew I was falling, but I was powerless to stop myself, my eyes wide in shock as I waited for an impact with the floor that never came. Instead I was supported by Josh’s arms, slowly lowered until I was lying with my head in his lap.  I couldn’t feel my body, couldn’t move at all. My knowledge of the world gone limited to the searing pain which burned through my body, and the persistent voice calling my name,

“Alex? Alex?”

“Yea…” I somehow replied, focusing my eyes to look up at those cobalt pools that I had come to know so well. I felt a peace settle over me, he was still all right, and then I watched as his eyes widened in shock, his hand moving to rest above his heart, the black handle of a throwing dagger embedded in his flesh. I stared up helpless, as he mouthed the words “I love you” while giving my hand one last squeeze.

I panicked, as blood flowed from his chest to splatter upon my brow. Silent tears streamed from my cheeks as the realization that he too was dying sunk in. I felt his hand in mine and I squeezed lightly, reassured when I felt the pressure of his fingers squeezing back. He was still alive, so I knew that the blade had missed his heart.  

My body burned, awash with pain, even as blood seeped out the wound in my back.

I lay there, with my life flashing before my eyes, until I reached this moment when I have no more memories, and instead only the final moments of my life stretching out ahead of me.

 Who would have guessed that I was to die by the hands of the very man who saved me from my cramped hiding place? As the chief walked into my line of site, his words, the last ones ever to enter through my fading senses, 

“Well Alex, you sick pansy bastard. Dying is too good for you. You’re not only a traitor to us, but you go against God.

I stared defiantly up at him, He was wrong and I had to tell him so. “no” I somehow managed to choke out as he sneered down at me blade of his knife poised just above my throat 

“good-bye Alex. Have fun in hell” he stated.

 The last thing I saw through my eyes was the flash of the blade as it made the fatal strike across my throat.

I should have known…

~*~

The End~

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Lol, I hope I didn’t completely loose anyone  n those racist sentiments are not my own, only the characters.

~Galene