#raniamich

“I think that was one of my surgeries in the Capitol, but after all these years, who remembers?  That’s not one of the good ones though, my favorite is one I got before the Games, my brothers and I were acting like idiots and I almost lost a finger on a table saw,” Forrest said, holding up his hand to show a jagged looking, but faded scar on his left hand. “That’s how I scared my girls away from power tools when they were little.” 

‘ i trusted you …” stephen staggered back, his stance only steadying when his back met the wall. blue eyes locked onto the blade in valentine’s. down, down again and back to his own fingers when he pulled them away from the dark patch on his shirt - blood … hand clamping against the wound on his ribs, stephen screwed his eyes shut shut against the pain that shot through him. 

“i burned my bridges for you - for what you’re trying to do.” he pushed out a shallow breath, leaning his head back against the wall when he opened his eyes again, locking onto the stele that peeked out from valentine’s boot - his stele. 

he’d had his doubts all along - ever since he’d sat down and properly thought about what had happened to lucian. the letter he’d given to amatis said it all - i expect that valentine will kill me. for all his talk of loving me, for all his desire for a right-hand man, he knows that i have doubts. and he is a man who cannot abide doubt … a small knot of regret tightened in the pit of his stomach; amatis. celine … their baby boy. he wouldn’t see them again. nor would he see his parents again. he wouldn’t get to apologise to them.

“you knew lucian loved her, didn’t you?” 

stephen’s gaze hardened, focusing on valentine with the twist of a laugh curling the corner of his mouth, ‘ as much as she claimed to love you, she trusted lucian more … and ain’t trust just a fickle thing? ’

i love YOU so freaking much oml what a fckn angel 

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“Oh fuck, oh FUCK.”

I’ll do it for Hömmels if you are okay? 

With trembling hands, he dials the numbers he has memorized deep his heart. His eyes are scanning the room, to make sure of what is appeared before him. 

A body, a dead body, is there, lying on the floor, with a flood of blood surrounding it. And to think he’s the reason because of the lifeless body there, he can’t stop trembling. 

“Please answer me, please.” He begs, a desperate tone is evident in his voice. 

When he sees his bloody hands, he suddenly feels dirty and tries to rub it on his face. Doing so, he lets go of the receiver and it falls down. Shocked, he quickly grabs the receiver again only to find it goes straight to voicemail. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” He curses himself for allowing himself to be in such a situation. He kneels on wherever he’s sitting right then, hugging himself and lowering his head down. 

Hearing a ringing from the phone, he quickly answers it. 

“Benni?” A voice that always soothes him looks worried from the other side. “Benni are you alright? Benni?”

“Mats,” he sobs, finally letting out the tears he hasn’t know he’s been holding. “Mats, I - I,” 

“What did he do, Benni? What happened?” 

“I killed him, Mats. I killed him, I had to - he, he suddenly choked me and I - I just,” Benni couldn’t continue his sentence as he fights for his breath.

“Benni, Benni, listen, listen to me Benni!” Benni snaps back to reality and listens to what Mats is saying. “Okay, I’m going there right now and don’t call the police until I came, can you do that for me? Benni, can you do that?” 

Benni nods even though he knows Mats couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he answers weakly and after some instructions from Mats to make sure not to do anything until the latter came, Benni hung up the phone. He just hopes that Mats would come soon. 

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In the interrogation room, there are three men inside it - two polices and one suspect. 

“Mats Hummels, from what your friends have testified, you were with them playing Pool in the bar at the time of death. Not to mention half of the bars, mostly the girls, confirm your alibi.” The detective who’s sitting on the chair, across from Mats, cross his hands in front of his chest. Eyeing Mats for any gesture. “So, unless you have twins or a power for you to appear in two places at the same time, you are definitely not the one who killed Manuel Neuer. Do you have anything to say to that?” 

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“NO! What did you think you’re doing?” 

“I’m going to turn myself in and say that I’m the one who killed him.” 

“You can’t do that Mats.” 

“Yes I can and I will.” 

“You’re going to prison.” 

“Not unless they have more evidences to prove that.” 

“Mats, you’re crazy.” 

"Yeah I am.”

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“Officer, I’m the one who killed him,” and he repeated the same answer he had been said from the first time the police came. 

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(Mats knows he can always tell Benni that it’s a self defense, but like he said, he’s crazy)

(Smirking at the reactions of the police, Mats felt accomplished). 

(Well, he did push Manu to try choking Benni and with what he’s doing - sacrificing himself - he could capture Benni in guilt. 

And with this, he could have Benni, all for himself).

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