Knockin’ On Death’s Door

“This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore…”- Nickelback “Far Away”

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This was the breaking point.

Lifting a hand to the streetlight’s orange glow, she watched the liquid glisten off of the black leather glove before looking up to see the terrified eyes of her own best friend.

Still scared even if she did save the woman’s life. Humans always forgot how fragile they were. And she, despite the many years of walking the planet, the years that numbered too many, always seemed to forget just how fragile her relationships with humans truly were.

Then again, Original Sindy had flat out told her that she’d be scared. Why should she expect a different reaction?

Her pulse sped up as her ears picked up on another melody, screeching in the air, combined with the revving of a car’s engine as a black SUV pulled up next to them on the road, the doors opening and arms yanking the both of them inside.

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Sindy was sedated immediately, for fear that she’d struggle and end up forcing the men to hurt her in some fashion.

Max wouldn’t have the heart to tell her that it was her friend’s own girlfriend who administered the sedative, Alexia would tell her in her own time.

She’d also tell her that she wasn’t three years older than her either, more like three years her junior.

But she didn’t need to know that yet.

Judging by tonight’s reaction, Max knew exactly what her homegirl would never know. And deep down, she was terrified.

Max had to die tonight.

Original Sindy’s memory would probably be wiped, her new memories fabricated to where Max had never existed and she would have the chance to heal, something that Max knew would take years. Have to deal with the fact that she was betrayed so many times that night but yet not at all.

After all, Max had never lied.

She wasn’t fully honest, but she had never lied.

Somehow, it was that realization that made her chest hurt and her eyes tear up in the darkness of the car.

The feeling of her gloves being peeled off before she smeared blood on her face snapped the woman back to the present.

Logan slid the envelope into her hands.

Her death. His version of her knocking on death’s door and the promise of something else.

…The envelope rustled quietly as she opened the envelope.