This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Kill Marcel

Freya's body stiffened, shattered already her history. How he fought with his legs and hands tied. Cold sweat began to pour out, soaking his body. He racked his brain violently, looking for a way to deal with the man who was preparing to kill him.

"Pronounce your last words Freya, before this bullet punches your heart!" marcel said as he squinted his eyes.

"You can't kill me!" freya snapped with a sharp look.

Freya tried to buy time, while trying to remove the rope that tied her hand. But Freya had a little trouble, because Marcel tied her up tightly.

"You're on the brink of death, don't be arrogant Freya!" shouted Marcel with a chest that looked up and down. It seems obvious that he is very emotional.

"If I'm already on the verge of death, why should you be angry. You should be happy, right? But why are you so emotional, what does it mean___" Freya deliberately hung up her sentence, carving a small smile on her lips.

"What do you mean?" marcel shouted with a fiery cry. The index finger is ready to pull the trigger.

"Does that mean you're not sure of your abilities, hemm? I am indeed quite strong, it is only natural that you feel doubtful. Killing me is certainly not easy" Freya said casually.

"Your pride hastened your death, Freya!" snapped Marcel while pulling the trigger of the gun he was holding.

The sound of explosions could be heard filling the room. Simultaneously, Freya managed to untie the bonds in her hands. He quickly shuffled away from Marcel's attack, but unfortunately he was still a little late. The bullet is now lodged in his left shoulder.

Freya ignored the pain in her shoulder, she rushed to untie her leg. As for Marcel, he did not remain silent. He pulled the trigger again, and attacked Freya blindly.

After the ties on her legs came off, Freya stood up while laughing grinning. He stared intently at Marcel, unconcerned by the blood that began to seep from his shoulder.

"Just shoot as you please, but you won't be able to hurt me a second time!" freya said as she stepped closer to the flower decoration in the corner of the room.

Marcel growled, he threw away Freya's weapons violently. He knew the weapon was empty, Freya deliberately filled it with one bullet.

Then Marcel took his own weapon, which he slipped behind his black suit. Marcel stepped closer to Freya, clasping his weapon tightly.

"You think I can't kill you? I will not drop my pride, by being defeated by a woman like you. In this instant, you will perish Freya!" marcel said firmly. A cold aura emanated clearly from his face.

"Try it if you can" Freya replied casually. He tried to grab something with his right hand.

But Freya had not been able to reach the object, Marcel had attacked him first. Marcel kicked Freya in the leg, until she fell on the floor.

Freya grimaced in pain, she felt her strength dwindling. Apparently the poison started to spread in his blood. Freya tried hard to get up, she should be able to take the antidote inside her room. He must not die in vain.

"I should be able to, for Jordan's sake, for Calvin's sake. I mustn't die, I must endure, I must fight this poison." Inner Freya in her heart. He grimaced, enduring the pain and tightness that squeezed in his chest. And he failed to rise.

Marcel approached Freya, and turned her body. He grabbed Freya's chin, and forced the woman to look up.

"How does your poison taste, so delicious, isn't it?" tease Marcel while laughing. He knew Freya was in pain.

"Unfortunately, your beautiful face must be stained with so much sweat" Marcel said, wiping Freya's forehead with the tip of his gun.

"A little bit I pull the trigger, this bullet will go through your brain. But no, I'd rather see you tormented like this. You die slowly, you die with your own weapon. Very interesting!" connect Marcel while laughing.

Freya closed her eyes, trying to shake off the pain that continued to whack. The longer it takes, the more it drains. Freya could only remain silent, while trying to gather the remnants of her power to launch a final attack.

"This is my only hope, hopefully not to fail," Freya's inner voice opened her eyes. He glanced at the flower arrangement that was right next to him.

"It turns out you can still open your eyes. Hmmm, apparently I have to act! I'll take you to the afterlife soon, Freya!" marcel said as he pointed his gun at Freya's chest.

But Marcel had not pulled the trigger, Freya kicked his leg hard enough. Marcel was slightly jolted, and Freya took advantage of this opportunity to hit the weapon he was holding.

Marcel's gun bounced away. And when the man's attention is distracted by his gun, Freya grabs a knife hidden inside a flower arrangement. Freya quickly slammed into Marcel's back with the knife.

Marcel groaned in pain, trying to grab his gun while stepping on Freya's foot. To stop the woman from going away. Freya, who has lost a lot of energy, had difficulty fighting Marcel.

Marcel grabbed his gun. Then he gripped Freya's arm that was still stretched under him. Without much to say, Marcel aimed his gun, and pulled the trigger.

With the remnants of his strength, Freya kicked Marcel's leg, until the man fell down. Freya got up with great difficulty. Then he slammed his knife into Marcel's back again, this time he stuck it deeper.

Marcel groaned painfully, but Freya did not care. With a limped step, he walked towards his room.

Upon arriving there, Freya retrieved a small bottle from inside the drawer. He sipped it quickly, then leaned his body on the edge of the sofa.

A few minutes later, the pain and tightness in his chest lessened. Then Freya took her dress, tore it off, and then wrapped it around her shoulder. He closed the wound, so that the blood would stop seeping.

As the pain eroded, Freya moved from her seat. Not forgetting he had a bigger knife. Then he stepped out of the room, and went back to Marcel.

Marcel was already helpless, blood soaked his body. Freya walked up to him, and then crouched down in front of him.

"Heh, it turns out your pride is falling too Marcel. You were defeated by a woman!" freya said while laughing grinning.

"You, give me the antidote!" marcel said with a gasping breath.

"Helping the enemy is not my custom, Marcel! I'll kill you, and bring your body to Jordan!" said Freya with her sharp gaze.

"Jordan, are you Jordan's man?" ask Marcel.

"You think?"

"I don't think he's Mr. X, but he is." Marcel's heart in his heart.

"Then why did you kill me, I never bullied Jordan!" marcel replied while holding onto his aching chest.

"Is it really never? You think I don't know who you are, Mr.X?" jeered Freya.

"Mr.X, I'm not Mr.X!" snapped Marcel.

"You think I believe, not Marcel." Freya said as she shook her head.

"You're wrong to think of me as Mr. X. You'll regret killing me! I loved you once, but what do you pay. You killed me for a mistake I never made. I swear Freya, one day you will feel much more painful than death. Remember what I said!" marcel said stammeringly.

"What do you mean?" ask Freya slowly. He begins to doubt Marcel's identity. Is he not Mr. X?

"Mr.X is your own partner, Freya!" marcel whispered quietly, barely audible.

Freya's body froze for a moment. Hearing the words of his colleague, he immediately remembered Andrew. Could this really be him?

Freya was too late in her own thoughts, so she did not realize that Marcel had breathed his last.

***

The sun began to lean toward the west, the light dimmed leaving a sense of warmth.

Freya was in Eddie's car, he drove her to the base. Sometimes he fizzed softly, holding a wound on his shoulder that was getting sicker.

About an hour away, Freya arrived at the base. He rushed down and stepped into the living room. There was no one there, and Freya intended to head for the treatment room. He will ask David to take out the bullet that is still lodged in his shoulder.

But Freya suddenly stopped, before she climbed the first step of the stairs. There was a figure of a man who was descending from the top floor, a figure capable of arousing his emotions.

"Andrew," Freya's inner self while clenching her hands. His eyes squinted, and stared intently at Andrew.

"Freya!" call someone from behind him.

Seriate....