[ WP ] `` I need you to understand something before I kill you . ''

“ I need you to understand something before I kill you. ” 
 
 Yes, Ken had thought it over in his head, several times before approaching the girl. It was n't personal, it was for her, not for him. He could see it in her eyes, she did n't care what he had to say. 
 
 “ You can ’ t. ” She was n't hesitant, she was n't afraid, if he had to pick a word, he would say she was agitated. Not quite angry, just… like she ’ d heard this all before. 
 
 “ I know what you are. I know you ’ re hard to kill. ” He frowned. “ I know that if I were to let you go, it would only be more suffering. ” 
 
 She narrowed her eyes slightly. “ What do you know about suffering? ” her voice was filled with disdain. She still did not waver, confident, meeting his gaze, staring down the barrel of his gun. 
 
 “ I need you to know, I have felt your pain. The pain of centuries alone, and I know how to end it all. ” He spoke truly, his existence was filled with pain, with suffering. He was n't a true immortal, no, he was forcibly reborn, recalling each past life. He always ended up the same. 
 
 He seemed to have her interest now, her glare softened slightly. “ How can you possibly- ” 
 
 A resounding boom filled the hallways of the abandoned building. He had pulled the trigger. She fell to the floor, blood pouring from her head. *It ’ s so fast. * he thought to himself as he pulled her limp body from the ground. It was already starting to regenerate, the wound would be closed in minutes. *I don ’ t know if I have enough time. * He picked up the pace, shuffling down the hallway, out the side door. *She had to pick a school to meet in. The investigation is going to really be something when they find all that blood in the morning. * It could n't be helped. 
 
 He quickly placed her in the back seat of his vehicle before falling into the front seat, mind racing. *I have to kill her. I can ’ t let her keep living like this. * His mind was racing. He pushed the accelerator to the floor. *I don ’ t think fire will do it. It would be painful if she were to survive it. * He considered putting a knife in her heart, but if someone were to find her and remove it, his efforts would be wasted. He shook his head, glancing in the rearview mirror to see her blinking her eyes open. 
 
 “ Where am I? ” She glances around the vehicle. A look of exhaustion and boredom mixing on her face. 
 
 “ You were n't supposed to wake up yet. ” He glances over his shoulder. “ That was supposed to keep you out until we made it ba- ” A bus slams the backside of his car, interrupting his sentence. As the car rolls, he curses himself for making such a mistake, he is unable to do so for long, as he loses consciousness as they slam into a nearby building. 
 
 He groggily opens his eyes, trying to regain a sense of what happened. *How long was I out? * He wonders to himself. He can ’ t restrain his reaction at the gun barrel inches from his face. On the other end of it, the girl he was trying to kill. He tries to put his hands up, only to realize he ’ s tied to a chair. 
 
 Her demeanor had n't changed. “ I need you to understand something, ” She said lightly, parroting the phrase. “ before I kill you. ” 
 
 He could n't restrain the smirk that crawled up the side of his face. He tilted his head slightly, and she pressed the barrel against his cheek. 
 
 She leaned in close. “ You know nothing of my pain. This is my proof. ” He watched her finger pull the trigger, the moment before the gun fired seemed to stretch on forever. 
 
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