Loki heard David shout behind him but he didn’t move. He heard Brittany speak as well, but again it didn’t phase him. His green eyes were locked on the mass of flesh, blood, and subordinate magic before him. When Brendon dug the knife in deeper he almost smirked, but didn’t. His eyes stayed narrowed and his lip curled in a sneer.
“As you wish.”
He brought the knife away from Brendon’s throat and drew it back before plunging it through Brendon’s upper back all the way to the hilt. The tip of the blade extruded from the left side of his chest and blood seeped through his shirt. From his back, blood ran down the knife and over Loki’s hand, but he barely noticed. His eyes watched Brendon’s.
David was shaking under her hand. Rage tried to overpower the guilt but it couldn’t. He planned to follow her advice and run. She kicked him in the face and he rolled due to the force and the pain. He groaned and placed a hand on his face before getting up onto his knees then his feet and running off. He still planned on taking out Audrey. He never let a job slip through his fingers before, he wasn’t going to change that.
She didn’t notice David run off, she didn’t even feel a single emotion radiate off of him. Her eyes were glued to Loki’s back, watching him pull back and stab Brendon with such force, that is caused the blade to come out his other side.
Sadness over came her, did she still care if he lived or died? She wasn’t sure, in her eyes it could of been the affect of how in the back of her mind she still thought of him as a person who was the same guy she met in the coffee shop. Though, he never was that guy either. Without thinking, she teleported right in front of him, not looking up at Loki, instead looking deep into Brendon’s brown eyes.
Her hands grabbed the sides of his face and she felt a warmth run down her cheeks, tears? “I’m not going to save you,” Voice pouring out with heartbreak and the sadness her body was trying to feel. She couldn’t hear it however, she could only feel her voice cracking. Running her hand through his hair, her eyes now glazed with tears while she tried to get her point across. “We once were special, you were my world in a fairytale I wished to never leave. ” Resting her forehead against his. “I didn’t realize you were simply a dream I had allowed myself to believe was real, Brendon. You saved me from so much strife in my life, averted me from so many beatings,” Her tears were now cascading down her face onto his; Her hands gripping his head tighter. “Then you left me and I didn’t know how to handle waking up from such a dream, only to land into a nightmare.” Her eyes landed onto Loki’s, her heart racing while blood poured onto her from Brendon’s wound.
“I almost died from this nightmare, until I met a guy who claimed he was a god. He turned my entire life upside down. First I compared him to you, enjoying the fact you had similar qualities. Then I realized, he, was brilliant and clever; More clever than you could ever dream of being. He made my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, and I realized I’d do anything for him. Even if he didn’t love me back, I’d love him for infinity and never let him be alone. ” Looking back into Brendon’s eyes and away from Loki’s. “He’s my real fairytale, my soul, my heart, he’s pure magic. I realize now, if you hadn’t of broken me down, I wouldn’t of met my entire everything; Thank you, Brendon.” Using her power and a bit of Brendon’s magic, she sent him into a deep sleep. Causing him to fall right over beside her. Slowly standing up, she simply stared into Loki’s green eyes. It was his move.
Pain, he considered it to be pain. Feeling the God stab him directly into his chest.
He didn’t wish to do anything else, he realized he’d made his point very clear. Death or her death. His eyes were misted with tears from the wound, a small grunt escaping his lips at the pressure. Brendon placed his hand upon his chest, feeling the tip of the knife and he couldn’t help but snicker. “Good for you,” Then she appeared. Holding him, crying for him.
Her words pierced his soul, it was a pain that killed him more than the knife had. Loki was her fairytale, her everything. He wished to vomit, not from the pain of the knife but from her entire thought process. Then she thanked him, the anger that surged through his veins worse than the pain he was caused. He was about to tell her where to put her thanks when everything went dark, smart girl, simple coma to get rid of him. It made him adore her more.