| | I drove my sword through his chest. He recoiled in pure pain, terror,
and shock; how could somebody as close to him such as myself do
something like this to him? I claimed I was his brother, even if not by
blood. Too bad he actually beleived me. I withdrew the blade, and
smiled. I was
consumed
with hatred, and I loved it. "Why are you doing this..." he pleaded
with his last breaths. "Because," I said, "You bring me down.
Constantly. You are the bane of my existence, although you never could
quite understand it. You thought my contempt for you was just
competetive spirit; how wrong you were. And now you're paying for it."
He didn't even scream when I cleaved him to pieces. It was complete. I
was complete, at last. I took the blood-stained sword, and just as
equally drove it through my neck into my brain. Darkness enveloped me,
and all senses were lost. Was I prepared for what lay ahead of me?
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