I watched triumphantly as the man fell to his death. I almost smiled, if it was not for the fact that I had killed someone. "Ray!" I heard Devon shout. My eyes widened. I dropped the gun, and turned around. "Hi." I had nothing else to say-nothing else worse could possibly fall out of my mouth. "You-you killed him." Devon said blankly, although his widened eyes told a different story.
"I...I guess I did." It's fine. He was a nuisance anyway. He was meddling with the prophecy. "Did you just say that really casually or was that just me?" Devon retorted. "Quiet, Devon." I demanded, my mouth opening and closing in shock. "Please allow me time to think." Devon frowned. What should we do now? Blen wasn't the key conspirator. He will only allow for others to want to avenge him.
"We must consider the ramifications of this." It was all I could say as I continued to think. "Yeah, we better." Devon agreed. "If anyone saw you-the police will be after you. After us." I started to pace, attempting to keep my cool. "Now, now, Devon. Getting caught by the police won't fufill the prophecy."
"Exactly what I think. You're gonna have to rethink this prophecy if yours." I frowned. "You don't rethink prophecies. It has to happen a certain way. And there is only one way, if you do so happen to ask. Prophecies aren't up for interpretation." Devon stayed quiet, before backing away. "No. I don't know what sort of drug you're on, but newsflash: prophecies aren't real. I always believed in the cause, but-I mean-did you actually believe the prophecy was real?"
I stopped. Devon, my most loyal friend, had just questioned my sanity. My blood started to boil. I felt my body bristle with rage. "Devon." I could only manage out that. "You-" I grabbed him before he could run. His screams penetrated the air. "The prophecy was always real. It always involved me." I grabbed his mouth, hoping that the screaming would stop. "The prophecy never said anything about you, Devon. You might as well live or die, I don't know which." Devon violently shook, but I held him tightly, wrestling against him to keep a hold of his back. "Your body could dissappear into ash. You could become a millionaire with many sad friends. The prophecy says my future, but yours..." The shaking continued, still getting increasingly violent. He started grabbing my arms and digging his tiny nails into them. "...can be anything."
With that, I let him go. But the damage was already done. Even when I dropped him, he was already dead. My eyes widened. Devon. My most loyal friend, murdered by none other than myself. I felt the warmth leave my body for a moment. Had I gone too far? Did Devon have to die? I felt my eyes water, but I blinked back any tears that I had. I didn't have time to pity. I didn't have time to worry, or bury the body. I felt the prophecy-destiny-call to me. Devon didn't have anything to answer. But me? My future will come. Destiny arrives, whether stabbed by a million swords or riding swiftly in a chariot.
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