I have a plot.
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Thread Topic: I have a plot.
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He blinked and a surprised look appeared on his face. "Well...this is new."
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She walked over, holding the knife out in front of her. "I was sent to assassinate you."
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He sighed lightly. "I knew they would send someone, funny how it would be a girl I get along with." Small sparks formed on his fingers, but he didn't move.
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"They gave me this dagger to use specifically." With that, she tossed it onto the bed beside him. "I want you to destroy it."
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He blinked slowly. "Wha...?" He looked at the knife then back at her, not believing what he heard.
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"I can't kill you. Because I'm f---ing weak." She looked ashamed, maybe a little disappointed. "I don't know what to do."
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He stood up leaving the knife on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. "You're not weak. Not from what I've seen."
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She pushed him away, simply because she didn't want to be touched at that moment in time. "No, you don't understand. You were the third person on my agenda on the way back to my own village. I killed the other two, and dozens before them, with no hesitation or restraint. But you... why the hell do I feel so bad about it?"
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He sighed lightly and shrugged. "Well I don't know. It would have been easy for you, yet you kept holding off on killing me. I don't understand why it's hard for you to try." He picked up the knife and put it in her hands. "Well you now have the advantage to do it."
(Well s---! He's doing this to make her not feel horrible...feeeelingsss. ;3;) -
She shook her head. "I need you to destroy the knife. I can't kill you."
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"Stop saying you can't! You probably can, but something is holding you back. Something neither you or I understand. God only knows what it is." He sighed and ran his hand slowly through his hair.
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"That! That's what's holding me back." She sighed, so sick of him. Too selfless. Too polite. "You're holding me back. You're not doing anything, you're just... I'm... I might be..."
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"You might be what?" A small edge was in his voice. He didn't understand how he could hold her back from killing him... But he shook his head lightly. He knew that if she tried he'd probably hurt her, yet he didn't want to do that.
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"Don't you get it, moron? If I kill you, you won't be around anymore! I can't take that." She threw the knife on the ground and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Her voice was muffled but understandable. "You're important to me. I think I might love you."
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He blushed deeply and hugged her back tightly. It was...different hearing the word love, it sounded foreign to his ears. But really, he didn't care. He smiled lightly. "Funny how I feel the same way."
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