Rules to Kill By


Prologue


Killing has always been easy for me, and not just because my touch can kill, but there has always been a price.

I thought I would have given anything to see him suffer, to watch him die. I thought I would have screamed in victory when he drew his last breath. I thought that I had made the right choices and killed for the right reasons. I had thought that revenge was worth all this pain and suffering.

But now I know how it feels to watch someone you love die and that unbearable pain is only worsened when their blood stains your hands.

And my hands are covered in red.

I've killed a lot of people in my life. There are a lot of lives I've taken that I wish I could give back. But I still dreamed about killing. I still dreamed about my revenge. At least, I did.

Now? Now that I have it. Now that there is no more need for revenge, I know I don't want it. I want everything to go back to how it was. I want to pretend that I don't know the truth. I want to pretend I don't know who is responsible for my parents' death.

I want to pretend, but it's too late for that. I've made my choice and now, I finally have my revenge. The person who killed my parents is dead. I'm kneeling beside him with his cold hand in mine. His eyes are blank and colorless and empty.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I stare at him because now I know I don't want him dead. I need him. I love him. I would give anything to have him back. But it's too late. I can't go back. I can only move forward slowly and painfully through the flames that nip at my skin.

Life is painful.

And death is peaceful.

Orders are orders.

And rules are rules.


A/N: Hey! I've started the sequel! Thanks again to everyone who read Rules to Die By and I really hope you enjoy the sequel. This will be the only short update, the rest will be normal chapter length! As always, any advice or comments are welcome!