Chapter 85: One Hit
He looked at the two black daggers in his hands, then at the old elf crumpled against the wall.
’Yeah, that felt really good.’
She wasn’t moving. He could just walk over, stick these daggers in her, and be done with it. No more tests, no more being looked at like he was dirt. It would be so easy.
Serian had asked him why he was even trying, why he’d come with them so easily. He remembered telling her he was tired of being alone, that he wanted to see what it was like to not push everyone away.
What a joke.
He had tried. He had actually tried to play along, to be the ’guest’, to see if maybe these elves were different from the humans back home. But they weren’t. They looked at him with the same disgust, spat on the ground where he walked, and called him filth. It was the same old crap, just with pointy ears this time.
’Pathetic loser, scared of change.’ He could still hear Ava’s voice in his head. Maybe she was right. Maybe this whole experiment in not being a loner was just a stupid waste of time because people were all the same. They just found someone to pick on, someone to hate, and it didn’t matter if you were human or elf.
The daggers in his hands felt solid and real. This was the only thing that made sense. Power. The ability to make it all stop.
Fena pushed herself up from the floor, one hand pressed against the wall for support. There was a thin trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were wide, not with pain, but with a kind of shock he’d never seen before. She looked at him like he was some impossible puzzle.