"The knife belongs to me."

He stepped closer to me, and I stepped away, my back hitting the wall as I realized there's nowhere left to run.

"Give me the knife, and you will live," he demanded, closing the space between us with ones step. His hand brushed mine, and I looked up. He stared at me, for once second getting distracted.

"Then take it." I stabbed the knife into his stomach, pressing it deeper until there was no blade visible. He gasped, falling to his knees before falling onto his side. He gave a weak cough, sending blood splattering onto the pavement in front of him.

"The knife was never yours. You could never wield its power." I ripped the knife from him as he gave one last scream and the life faded from his eyes. I walked out of there, never looking back at the body of my former friend.