We rot, thinking lots about nothing
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(Y/n) Stark
My so-called father once said, every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
I never understood him until now.
BANG
A boar falls to the ground. I smile out. I hang my sniper rifle on my back and approach the dead animal. My aim was a little off, instead of in the middle of the eyes, my bullet went straight to its left eye. Anyway, dead is dead.
I drag the boar out of the woods back to my cabin. Then hop it over my shoulder when I see Peter Parker watching me from the door.
He's been pretty concerned about me all night. I don't think it's anything romantic nor caring, I think he stayed up to make sure I don't kill him in my sleep.
Which I don't disagree with, sleep-killing can happens now and then.
"Took you awhile in there." He says.
"Gonna be gone for Satan knows how long. Gotta stock up food for Hadas before I go."
"You're fine carrying that whole boar on your shoulder...? Should I help?"
"Move."
I walk into the cabin with no expressions. Feeding Hadas, take a shower, and dress up.
My set of knives is already packed neatly in the bag. A magnum gun that could blow anyone's brain out in one shot is fully loaded. And my mind lingers for truth and vendetta.
I don't know the end of this. But if my whole life was built by lies and I acted upon it, making me a monster and twisted all morals, then there's two options.
The first choice, I'll kill myself for I am worse than I knew. The second choice, I'll kill everybody, for I can be far worse than they know.
Feels like there are better options out there, but right now this is all I know.
"(Y/n)..." Peter's warm touch on my shoulder makes me realize I was shaking. "You're sure you wanna do this?"
I close my eyes. "They made me a killer, Peter."
"Exactly. They made you, you don't have to take all the guilt..."
"It's not guilt, Peter. I enjoyed killing people."
"...well, okay. If that's what you're into..."
"It's anger that me, of all the people, have been used as some kind of a mad assassin. If I were to kill, I'm going to kill for myself, for fun, as it should be."
"..."
He watches me zip up my bag.
"So, X mark the spot, is right on my father. Anyone in my way can fuck off or get murdered." I say, wondering if I can scare him off somehow, but Peter stands up and help me with my bag.
