Epilogue

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Chapter 15 - The Decision

Sounds of footsteps reach my ears as I shake myself out of my reverie. The moonlight seeps in between the two houses. I watch as my prey walks up to her house. “Hold it,” I announce, coming out from my hiding spot. She turns, and I see the same blue and green eyes as mine staring back at me. “Kathrine.” “Katrina.” “At last. We can confront each other.” “Indeed.” “In that case, ready yourself!” “Wait! I suggest we go onto the roof first.” “Why?” “So we don't hit any innocent people. And so neither one can just run and hide.” “You always were a softie. Fine. As you wish.” We climb up onto the roof and stand back to back. Both of us count to three, taking a step at each count. On three, we spin around, but rather than shooting, I focus everything on dodging her attack. Now the two of us stand face to face, guns pointing at each other's hearts. “Why don't you shoot, Kathrine?” I stay silent. I recall the words that Blake spoke the night before. “I suppose I would want revenge.... But that doesn't make it right.” I don't have to kill her. I can just let the police handle her. It doesn't have to be my problem anymore. How long have I thought this way? How long have I been chained down by my own hatred? If I back down now, will I be forgiven for killing my father? I can't even remember killing my father. I can only remember the emotion I had at the time. At that time... was it fear or hatred I was feeling? Was I shooting in self-defense? Or was I shooting to kill? Am I a murderer? I begin to lower my gun. Do I really want to kill my only family in cold blood? Will lowering my gun, give me freedom? “Pathetic,” Katrina says. I see the glimmer of hatred in her eye, I hear the shot of the gun in her hand, I feel the pain course through my chest and I think to myself that now, at last, is the end. “Sister. Forgive me.”

~*~AK~*~

Chapter 14 - The Truth

“Walter, why did I always go by my middle name, instead of my first name?” “Because you wanted to be different from your sister.” “My sister, huh?” I gripped the bar that I was practicing gymnastics on tight and swung myself up, balancing perfectly on my hands. “I remembered. I remembered something about her.” “Did you? What did you remember?” “I remembered that she killed someone.” “Who did she kill?” “I can't-” “Kathrine. Remember. Who did she kill?” There was a flash of light and a bright little boy's face appeared. Next moment I was on the ground, pains running all throughout my body.

~*~AK~*~