GRRRRRRRR.....

BEGONE FOOLISH MORTALS!

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She now knows.
I tried to keep it a secret the best I can, but after what happened she's figured it out. I'm sure her friends, if they're smart enough, figured it out too.
I have to guard this with my life.
This is my life.
She must have found out the other time. The time when her idiot friend turn me 6 inches tall and her friend's mutt put a pink bow on my head. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did when she held it up in front of me. If I had acted indifferent to it, she wouldn't suspect anything. But now she knows.
She doesn't understand how it feels though.
To know that your life is sustained only by a small trinket that hangs from your neck. That you constantly have to be aware of where it is. That you can't let anyone near it, let along touch it, for you never know what could happen. A simple touch can mean the end.
Why is my life like this?
Why is my life so frail...
My creator wants her dead. That's why I exist. He hates every fiber of her.
And yet, I look similar to her. Why.
Why couldn't he give me a normal body? Why must I have wings that cannot carry me in the sky. Why must I have hands that cannot feel. Why must I hurt every morning when the sun enters my room.
I'm still waiting for the moment. The moment where I can end her life without anyone around. But there's always someone around her.
Her friends.
Her love.
Her family.
Never a moment where she's by herself.
Except that one moment.
But I hesitated.
I could have struck her down. But I wavered.
It's because of what she said to me the moment before.
The moment before I had my metal claws around her neck.
I could have killed her then.
It was night.
No one was around.
She was sitting there, on the couch, with a cup of coffee in her hand.
I came from behind her, but she must have heard me breathing. She turned to face me, looked me in the eyes and said:

Would you like to be my twin?"

I stopped and stared at her, wide-eyed. I didn't understand.
She tilted her head to one side, smiled at me and continued:

We look so much alike, so why not? Please? I've always wanted a big brother."

Brother.
I'm not even older than her. She doesn't know how old I am.
She doesn't even know me and based off of my looks, she asks me to be her brother.
She should have died right then and there.
But she didn't.
I just stared at her.
She opened her eyes and looked hopefully at me, waiting for a reply.
I could never be her brother. If anything, I'll be her murderer.
I turned my head away, gave a "Hmph," and started to walk off.
I took a glance back to see if she still was looking at me. But she wasn't. Her head was
down, looking into her coffee.
She looked depressed.
I felt guilty.
I shouldn't, but I did.
I know.
Even though she didn't know me. Even though we met because I had stupidly lost my necklace while trying to hide from her, that she picked up the necklace that night and I bolted over to grab it from her.
That in that moment,
our eyes met,
and I knew,
and she knew,
that we both saw the same thing.
And having our eyes meet that second time,
when she asked me,
I knew,
I'm sure she knew.
I can't kill her.
But what now?
I was created to kill her. And now I can't.
What purpose do I have now?
And what of her threat?
She knows.
Would she really end my life?
When she knows I can't end her's?
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
It hurts again.
I need to lay down.