Chance — Death by a thousand cuts

***Trigger warning for gore

"The body's most useless organ. That's where you start. Watching you fail to keep them alive for months on end was embarrassing. We lost so much valuable intel because you were a slow fucker," I taunted him, Ghost Blade taking charge as I tossed his spleen to the floor.

He staggered backwards, yanking his dagger out of me while clutching the gaping wound in his side. My hand went to the blood rapidly staining my shirt.

One too many fights. Two skilled killers came at me in the last three days. They were both dead now, but it took a lot to put them down. Tired. My body felt heavy. I may have just carved my pound of flesh out of Lance, but he still had the advantage.

Blurry vision. My shirt, drenched in a mix of sweat and blood, clung to me. Blood rushed through my ears. I was unsteady on my feet. All he needed was one solid hit and I was as good as dead, just like he said.

"You're just trying to fuck with my