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“Would this have been us?”
He felt frozen, watching the bullet-riddled body floating off in space, vials spilling out of its swollen stomach like some mockery of the blood surrounding it otherwise. It was a garish scene, nothing new to him…blood, guts. No glory though. Dying like hunted mice, cornered at the end, chased by some asshole looking to make a quick buck.
It was him. He was the asshole.
“Is that why you didn’t come?”
Most days he felt confident in his decision to leave but days like this he wasn’t sure.
But he had planned to slip away quietly, not with a cargo of Red Eye which would make the whole Syndicate come crashing down after them. These two had been stupid.
He had planned it out, planned to let them think he was dead….but what about her? Him dying and her disappearing on the same day? They would still know she was alive, she would still be hunted.
“Would this have been us?” Likely.
But why didn’t she say anything? Why didn’t she tell him that? Why didn’t she trust him? Why did she run away alone? He could have saved her, protected her…right?
The ghastly scene in front of him still made him feel like a boy playing at being in love. Together till the end. He would’ve died for her, he did die for her. He had a plan for her. He would’ve made sure she lived, that she escaped even if it had cost him his own life.
He knew Vicious was going to find out about it. Did she really think he was so stupid?
“Would this have been us?”