Kill Me If You Can

Gideon closed his eyes. Fatigue came into his voice along with despair. ‘What will it take for you to forgive me?’ ‘Never!’ He brought down his bloodied hand, stared at it. ‘An eye for an eye, is that what it will take?’ He glanced around, went into the kitchen, came out thirty seconds later. He thrust the bread knife into Kira’s hands, wrapped her fingers around the hilt. ‘Come on. Do it.’ Kira’s lips trembled violently. ‘You are insane.’ ‘I killed your father. You are right to hate me. If the price for your forgiveness is my life, so be it.’ He held her hands, propelled them towards his chest. Kira screamed when she felt the tip of the blade pierce his shirt, then his skin. A tiny red dot appeared on the white shirt. It spread quickly, grew into a big circle over his chest. Gideon kept her hands there, smiling weakly at her. ‘Are we even now?’ ‘Mr Garner!’ Martin kicked the door open. He pried the knife away and pressed a hand to the stab wound to staunch the blood. When the bleeding