Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160405130030

A battle of wills raged inside Estelle. Part of her wanted to pull the trigger, make him suffer for what he did, to her, to Lyko, to that red eyed girl. ''He's a monster, thats what you want isn't it, to protect people from the likes of him. Go on, shoot, spare the world another criminal. ''

Another voice told her it was wrong. He seemed... different now, in a strange way. No longer that maniac in the slaughterhouse. She saw an empty person, the look of one who's spirit was already dead inside, she just couldn't execute him in clold blood.'' He's already suffered enough. ''

An age later, she still held the gun to his temple, unable to decide. Until the choice was made for her, and a leather gloved hand clamped on her wrist, pulling down the gun.

"That's enough killing for one night, don't ya think?"

She sank to her knees, took a final look at the revolver, and tossed it away as far as she could, likr it was infected, unclean.

Beside her, the boy who spoke caught Amilanthior by the collar, dragged him to the ambulance beside the recently dead girl and slapped him, hard, bringing him out of his trance. Blank, empty eyes challenged him across her corpse, silently judging.

"What if i told you she's not gone, that I can bring her back, fix everything..." he held a black tonfa in one hand, and a blood transfusion kit in the other. "...If i want to. First, tell me you didn't mean that. Tell me, that wasn't you back there, fucking with my boss. And then tell me, how far are you willing to go to save your girl?"