Yes, I've had to kill off a character before, in my recently completed book, Fall of Ages. It wasn't that hard, since it was a character that no one, not any of my readers, not even me, liked. In fact, some people, (shoutout to @Cheeto!), requested that he, shall we say, go bye-bye. He did. I'll put that chapter below.
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As Cameo limped over to the bus that Thomas was still locked in, he waved away the four guards standing in front of the doors. The troops looked at each other, then slowly walked back inside the hospital.
He shivered, wishing he’d thought to put on a coat. He was wearing one of Tanner’s shirts and his ratty old jeans, unable to find anything else on such short notice. Socks weren’t even on his radar. Neither were shoes.
Great. Now he was cold, limping, and he didn’t have shoes on. He looked homeless! That didn’t exactly project ‘leader’ vibes.
He sighed and shook his head to clear it. What was he doing? He couldn’t kill someone! He carefully hobbled over to the bus and halfheartedly threw open the compartment door. He pulled his eyes up from the ground to see Thomas, trying to saw through the ropes binding his hands together… with his teeth.
When Thomas saw Cameo, he laughed that horrible, gut-wrenching laugh.
“Hey, there, General. Come to court-martial me?”
“No,” Cameo gritted out. “Assaulting a superior officer in a time of war is punishable by death. No trial needed. Everybody saw it.”
“So you're going to kill me? You agreed to the fight!”
“I agreed to fight with a sane man. You, Wilson, are anything but.” Cameo stared Thomas deep in the eye. His gaze penetrated Thomas’s soul.
As Cameo stared at Thomas, he could feel a whitehot rage bubbling up in his muscles, his mind, his every fiber. Try as he might, he couldn’t fight it off. His shoulders tensed, his feet shifted. His body was getting ready to fight, and he knew it. The fury took hold of his mind and he screamed, loud enough that everyone inside the hospital could hear the lividity in his voice. He grabbed Thomas by the ankle and dragged him out of the bus. He tore through the bindings on Thomas’s wrists and ankles, just to make it a fairer fight.
But Thomas would never win. Cameo’s eyes blazed with cold, unbridled hatred for the monster that stood before him. He rushed at Thomas, throwing a volley of punches and kicks, the majority aimed at his head. Thomas fell to his knees. Cameo seized the boy by the shoulders, digging his fingernails into his skin. Cameo smiled. It felt so good to give the lunatic a taste of his own medicine.
Thomas cut a quick punch to Cameo’s chin. His lip cracked open again, blood trickling from it. He licked it away, focused on the psychopath in front of him. Suddenly, without warning, he felt his entire body be taken over by a sense of calm. The anger still controlled him, but the peace refined his movements. His attacks began to flow smoothly together, with raw emotion adding lethality.
Thomas was cowering on the ground, his body limp and unconscious. Cameo pulled his knife out from his pocket and flipped it open.
“You snake,” Cameo growled. The peace had gone. Fury alone dwelled in his consciousness. He smiled and licked the blood off his chin. Eyes still burning with bitterness, he plunged the knife deep into Thomas’s chest. The boy took one final gasp and, with a heart-twisting moan of agony, lay still. Cameo stood and walked away, his knife buried up to the hilt in Thomas’s body.
The four guards rushed back out, mouths hanging open. Cameo cocked a thumb over his shoulder.
“Get rid of it,” he said hoarsely. “If I see it again, or if any one of you mentions its name, I will not hesitate to skewer you as I did that monster.” The guards saluted and rushed to handle the body.
Cameo took a shaky breath. Afraid he would hurt someone else, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, trying to get as far away from everything as he could.
“I won’t hurt anyone else,” he whispered to himself as he trekked into a stand of trees. “Not today.”
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