Hands crusted with blood. Fingernails caked in dirt. A face stained with the trauma of death. A dagger with the slick crimson of blood slowly gliding over its deadly blade. I choked out a hystrerical gurgle before turning to face my mother. “I’ve tried to be what you wanted. This is who I am now.” My mother blanched at the words, her skin paling a ghostly colour.

“Amity-“ I recoiled at the sound of my name, wincing.

“Its not Amity. Its Crassus.” I say, my voice breaking on the last word. “I’ve tried mum, there’s nothing left for me.” I gripped the gun, my hand shaking. I raised it so it was perfectly aligned with my mothers bare forehead. I clenched the weapon with a shaking grip as a tear carved down my face.

“Amity-“

And I pulled the trigger.

My ears rung as the gunshot sounded in the air.

“Its Crassus.” I answered.

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