[ WP ] `` You either die a villain , or you live long enough to see yourself become the hero . ''

It is so funny how life takes its turns. She could have died at any moment. He could have killed her a thousand times over, all while she was trying to make him happy. She had done her best, had n't she? Stolen what needed stealing, held hostage for him who needed to be ransomed, killed who needed to disappear. None of it ever mattered. 
 
 He slapped her, he kicked her, he threw her out of a window once. Three stories up. She still did not know what would have happened to her if Red had n't come along. Red had saved her, had given her a second chance and taken the time to help her heal. Now he had Red. He was ready to dispense of the one person who had shown her what she was worth. 
 
 She began to laugh. A small giggle at first, that grew to an eye watering guffaw at the end because she finally understood something that she knew he could never comprehend. He did not like that. Not one bit. The man she thought she loved turned on her, leaving Red to fall on her weakened knees. He came at her fast, dagger in hand. 
 
 As his blade founds its home in her chest, she smiled and pushed her own up through his rib cage until the hilt ground against bone. She smiled. At least she would be able to become the hero for the woman who had saved her. 
 
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 First post in WP! Any feedback is welcome. 

