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My muse kills yours: Accepting!
She didn’t remeber much from her former life, her all ideas and thoughs being rather blurred after Talon messed with her brain. But this was just a small price one had to pay in the seek of perfection. Now she was nearly a god-like creation, stronger, hearthless, with no emotions that could connect here with others. She felt joy, but only for herself, felt happines, but only when she did something right. The others were merly a tools that waited to be used by her one days.
But this meeting on the battlefield woke up a new type of feeling in her - a flaming anger when she remembered everything that connected them in her former life. It didn’t take much time to actually get Pharah from her sky, the claws of her suit that have never been so strong before tearing off the engines of Raptora suit, pushing the woman down as she tore her helmet as well, for Egyptian to stare into the her eyes right before it all will end.
“Hello, Fareeha” Fahej voice was now so sweet it could make a chill thrill going up the spine. “What do you think about my abilities now, sparring buddy?” a rough blow was made as she punched Pharah’s cheek, her hand digging into her amored chest like it was a paper, tearing it down to reaveal the soft skin to the cold air.
“You, always posing as a perfect one, as the better one. Not so thought now, laying defeated as ever. Let me tell you, that I will make you an example of my further works, you being the first from the many that will follow” Fahej smirked, raising her kinife that grey blade shone in the sun. Before Fareeha could say anything, Fahej started to stabbing her chest frantically, her laughter mixing with Pharah’s agonazing screems, the blood streaming from the wounds.
After a few moments everything was done, a lifeless body beneath Fahej now getting cold, its empty eyes staring into the sky. Fahej chuckled, now stroking Pharah’s skin in twisted, delicate manner. “Don’t worry. You will now provide a good use for us”.
