Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
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[EIGHT]
"Oh.." I said and he nodded in agreement on how bad that truely was.
"Tabra didn't...it was just me. I was Haus's favorite." He spat Haus's name as if he was spitting on his face for a final goodbye.
"I'm so sorry." I said and he looked at me, and I could have sworn he was a bit teary-eyed.
"Don't be. It's not your fault. I went to them in my time of need, and I agreed to killing them. I was blinded by love from a friend, blinded by his false pretences. I finally figured it out. He was using me for nothing but murder! I'm glad I'm gone."
"He's so...mean and-"
"Evil?" He said and I nodded. "Yea, he is."
"Must have been hard." I replied and a tear slipped his eye. I couldn't blame him, this was a very sad story.
"In a way, I think of this tattoo as a curse. As if, once people see me they are dead."
"As if looks could kill," I filled in the blank of a one-liner I grew up with.
"Exactly. But, my looks didn't kill them. My actions did." Another tear escaped.
I'm not gonna' ask him how he killed them, that's crossing the 'LAST-STRAW' line, I already crossed one line by asking him how bad it was.
"Don't be." He wiped his face, looked at his hands somemore, got up, and left the room.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[EIGHT]
"Oh.." I said and he nodded in agreement on how bad that truely was.
"Tabra didn't...it was just me. I was Haus's favorite." He spat Haus's name as if he was spitting on his face for a final goodbye.
"I'm so sorry." I said and he looked at me, and I could have sworn he was a bit teary-eyed.
"Don't be. It's not your fault. I went to them in my time of need, and I agreed to killing them. I was blinded by love from a friend, blinded by his false pretences. I finally figured it out. He was using me for nothing but murder! I'm glad I'm gone."
"He's so...mean and-"
"Evil?" He said and I nodded. "Yea, he is."
"Must have been hard." I replied and a tear slipped his eye. I couldn't blame him, this was a very sad story.
"In a way, I think of this tattoo as a curse. As if, once people see me they are dead."
"As if looks could kill," I filled in the blank of a one-liner I grew up with.
"Exactly. But, my looks didn't kill them. My actions did." Another tear escaped.
I'm not gonna' ask him how he killed them, that's crossing the 'LAST-STRAW' line, I already crossed one line by asking him how bad it was.
"Don't be." He wiped his face, looked at his hands somemore, got up, and left the room.
