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I did not want to die with him in the first place. “I wouldn’t have sticked around if I didn’t know how to”, he answered dryly, his left hand reaching for something in his pocket. A Swiss pocket knife? Brandishing the knife as if he was cutting through goat cheese, he scraped the cover of the time capsule bomb off revealing a whole bunch of wires that made me dizzy. He cut an orange wire without even blinking. Then the red wire. “Wait!” I cried watching his fingers hold a yellow wire, “you can’t just keep cutting wires like that. They don’t…they don’t do that in movies. You are supposed to cut two wires okay. Two”

On the floor, scattered pieces of a communicator he’d crushed in his hand. The moment he could, he shifted into his sleekest black wolf form and bolted to the Mooncrest clan’s caves. But it wasn’t Sera who met him, nor Elder Lyra. He saw the stone tablet, the one symbolizing their alliance, had been torn down, leaving just a bare indent. In its place, a new banner, made of black ironwood. On it, drawn in fresh wolf blood, was the Mooncrest totem for independence and revenge. "Alpha Mitchell. To what do we owe the honor?"

Minus “Well, that could’ve gone better,” Cutter said, as he walked around his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of Jim Beam and small black medical bag. The type old timey doctors took on house calls back in the day. “There should be some bandages and ointment and shit for your face in here. You can use my bathroom to clean up,” he said, handing me the bag and motioning to the bathroom door. “Cutter, what the fuck—”

His expression began to shift, anxious slowly slipped into his eyes. He might be interested in my torture after all. I stood up from the chair as I went over to the table that has my tools in variety. I decided to settle for something subtle and fierce at the same time. I picked up a lighter, and a pair of scissors to aid the idea I have in mind. I returned to him, and walked up to his behind. Carefully, I used the scissors to cut into his shirt to lay the upper part of his back bare to me. Once the fabric was torn down successfully, I rubbed softly on his back.

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair

“If you guys hadn’t held them off, I wouldn’t have been able to get it done.” “True,” Cutter admitted, adjusting so that he was a bit closer to her. Ru noticed he had a deep cut on the side of his head. He didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore but dried blood stained his hair and had dripped down onto his jacket. “Still, Ru, what you did was nothing short of amazing. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I knew you could. But that didn’t make it any less astounding to watch.”

To test how the three of us handled money, our parents gave each of us a supplementary card on the family account with a limit of 150,000 dollars. My sister spent hers on a VIP package at a cosmetic clinic. My brother spent his tipping an influencer streamer to push her up the donor rankings. I was the only one who used mine to front the material costs for a research competition. At the family dinner at the end of the month, our parents paid cash for a Porsche for my brother. "Jasper knows how to invest in connections in the media world. He has a future!" Then they handed my sister a downtown penthouse as part of her dowry. "Isadora has more class every day. Even Lucian Morgan compliments he

Out of nowhere, Vivi lunged at me, a knife clenched in her hand. Harvey shouted, "WATCH OUT!" and threw himself between us. The sickening sound of metal hitting flesh echoed as his face twisted in pain, blood soaking his clothes. People around us screamed. Vivi's vicious glare crumbled into panic, her hands shaking. "Harvey! I didn't mean to hurt you! That wretch came back from the dead! I thought if I killed her, we could still have a future—"

My body is shaking from my sobs even as I try to be as still as possible. The knife goes back to my spine and slowly trails down. When he reaches my dress he lifts the hem and cuts through it with the knife. He is slow and careful as he cuts through the whole length of the dress. He pushes the fabric and it lightly falls to my sides. He gently strokes the naked skin of my back until he reaches my bra. with the knife he cuts through it and my back is now completely bare.

It bursts and flows down like a silvery snake. He looks at his wrist. I cut myself ... large drops rush, fall on the tiled floor. Handsomely. Like crushed raspberries. Kit… fed him raspberries. They fooled around and smeared it from head to toe. Keith... He hesitates for a second, then presses the blade to his wrist and cuts his veins. Deep, to the tendons. Almost no pain, as if burned, that's all. Cuts again and again ... Nine cuts, from which blood is gushing. One for each meeting. A bit of a pity for the tattoo...