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It was a knife.
There was nothing but blood in his line of sight, and he didn't even register lunging forward until he felt Aasim's arms wrap around his chest, and Ruby's hand snatch the collar of his vest.
"MITCH! NO!"
He stared, frozen in Aasim's arms, at the sight of blood. Mitch's body dropped to the floor, and Lilly plunged the knife into his eye.
It was a knife.
Aasim's voice swam in his ears, but he didn't register any words as he was dragged back away from the grisly scene. His face held nothing but shock and tears that started streaming down his cheeks. His legs wouldn't work, his hands shook.
"...Willy. Will!" Aasim shook him hard, setting him down among the tall grass. "Willy, hey! Come on, we-we need to move!"
It was then that he realized just how deep his breaths were coming in, how quickly they were being forced out. His jaw trembled, trying to work into words that got caught in the back of his throat. His hand lashed out, and his wrist met Aasim's hand.
"Will, we need to go. Admin building, remember?" Aasim gently slapped Willy's cheek, eyes alight with fear. "Come on, let's go!" He looked up, watching as Ruby ran ahead, following the plan.
Willy snapped his head to gaze through the grass. Lilly had stood up. "Kill who you have to!" She cried out, "Take the rest!"
Kill who you have to.
Willy stood up, his chest burning with a breath that he finally let out. His entire figure was trembling now, his once wide eyes now narrow, shock melted into a fury beyond belief. Once again, Aasim's voice zoned out of his ears, and all he heard was the crackling fire and gunshots around him.
For a moment, he looked down at his hands. Breaths forcing in and out quicker, he locked his eyes back on Lilly. It was as if the flame around him was lighting the fuel to his own fire. A fire that no water could douse or no sand could smother.
This was a fire to be extinguished by blood.
He heard his footsteps quick against the grass and concrete, but he didnt know what he was doing until his head slammed into Lilly's abdomen, effectively knocking her down. A clatter drove his attention to her knife, just outside her grip.
He easily snapped his hand forward, knee on her chest, and secured the blade in his grip. Lilly shot for his wrists, but he jerked his knee up higher to hit her in the chin.
"Woah, hey!" Lilly reached again for his hands, this time catching his unoccupied hand. "Stop! You- you don't want to do this!"
Willy silenced her with a pained scream.
"YOU KILLED HIM."
A searing jolt in his shoulder made him wrench to the side, head flying up to see where the bullet came from.
A boot to his chest threw him back onto the hard ground, and now Lilly was over him. He reacted in time to kick his leg up and keep her at some sort of distance, but the knife in her hands was already gleaming in his eye.
"What a fucking disappointment," Lilly seethed, catching him in a vice grip by the throat.
His head was forced up, but his eyes stared down, not the slightest hints of terror. He saw the waver in her eyes, and knew there was nothing but steadfast determination in his.
With a breath, her words faded away. The flames around him burned brighter around his closed eyes, he felt his foot digging into her stomach. His hands were up, grasping at her collar.
It was a knife that killed Mitch.
Her knife.
"Any last words?" Lilly asked, the waver in her eyes starting to fade. She had made up her mind. He slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he saw was blood.
Bright fiery crimson leaking from her neck, wide eyes staring him down in surprise.
"You talk too much."
With a sick twist, he snuffed out the candle in her eyes.