Delila shook her head, tears steamed down her pale cheeks. "How could you!", Delila screamed, "I trusted you!". Samantha did not speak. Delila wiped away the tears that clouded her vision. Aset glided towards Delila.
"How foolish of you to put your trust in your so called friend. You will die because you relied on trust and friendship. You are weak, you disgust me." Aset walked back to where she sat on a throne of shadows. "Finish her," she said simply as she flicked her hand. Samantha sighed and balled up her fists. Shadows formed around her fists, it looked as if she wore a glove of darkness. She ran towards Delila, who held out her hands, so that light could for around them. Delila ran so that she could attack Samantha as well. Their fists met, and there was a flash of black and white. The fight was horrible. It went on for quite a while, when Delila saw an opening in Samantha's defense. Delila grabbed Samantha's right hand with her left, while Samantha grabbed Delila's right hand with her left. The pushed against each others force, light meeting shadows. Tears streamed down Delila's face, the same for Samantha. Then, Delila's knees buckled, and Delila fell to the ground. Delila let out, what she though to be, her final breath. Samantha laid her head next to her friend's.
"Are you happy now?!" Samantha screamed at her grandmother. "Are you happy that I had to kill my best friend?!" Aset smirked.
"Friendship is for fools. I am glad that you set up a fake friendship with this stupid girl, though I was infuriated when I learned that you were really becoming friends with her." Aset sighed. "I you had not become friends with the girl, you could have killed her with no emotion, with no pain. But here you are, crying in vain for a lost cause. Despicable." Aset glided away from the gloomy scene.
Samantha sat down and cried. Thunder rolled in the distance.
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Sol sat down on a weathered couch. He poked his head out side to see the Moon fading into the distance. The nigt was almost up. Was Aset really this strong? Was Delila... No, he could think of the negatives. Yet, there was so little positives, if there was any. He could only hope that the bracelet would allow Delila a chance at survival. He could only hope.....
