A/N: For all of you who weren´t satisfied with Tanks ending. I didn´t want to have the big regretful speech in the last moment or him begging for his life or the end of it. Because quite frankly he didn´t regret and neither did he understands. The Poem The Hollow Men ended with:

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

I wanted Tank to end exactly like that not with a Bang but a Wimper.

He didn´t deserve that much Power!

I wrote this last night after I read Sophiepicklegirls review. Tank knocked and demanded to have his ending…..busybody… But I will not step a foot into this whole: if Tank hasn´t betrayed Ranger he wouldn´t have met Steph chaos- that only leads to headache….They would have met sooner or later….

Now enjoy and Betrayal is now really over….

Betrayal

Bonus Chapter

The Hollow Man

Tanks PoV

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

I felt the cold steel at my throat.

I felt it slice through my warm flesh.

I felt my blood spilling.

Felt it shooting out of my jugular.

Felt it running into my trachea.

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

Darkness

Silence

Peace

And then light.

I was weightless.

Floating

Floating in the light.

The light melted the ice around my heart.

Ice thicker than any walls, build by men.

Ice harder than steel, forged by hands.

Ice colder than glaciers, created by nature.

My light.

My love.

My Soul.

She stood before me in a flowing white robe.

Glowing.

Her wonderful hair whispering around her.

Strands of finest black silk.

Amber eyes full of love.

Bronze skin sparkling.

She greeted me with the very same smile that had me lost my heart to her.

"Habibi"

I tried to speak, but no words left my mouth.

" Speak with your heart, Habibi."

Only now I noticed that she didn´t moved her mouth, that I didn´t heard her with my ears.

I felt her talking.

Her words, her voice sang through me.

Through my whole being.

I tried to do the same.

Tried to tell her how much I love her.

How much I missed her.

But it didn´t work.

"Oh, Habibi." She sang but her song became sad, dark, discorded.

"You did wrong, Habibi. So very very wrong. You brought so much despair. So much pain. So much desperation to those who loved you."

Tears leak down her beautiful face.

I tried to lift my hand, to capture her tears.

To wipe them away.

To take her in my arms.

But I was frozen.

I couldn´t move.

She shook her head.

"No, Habibi. You can´t come to me here, my love. You need to discern here, before you can go on. And to regret. Truly regret. And to forgive."

She started to fade.

I wanted to scream.

To tell her that I tried to avenge her death.

To apologize that I failed.

I wanted to sink down my knees and beg for her forgiveness.

"No Habibi" her voice only a whisper now.

She faded more and more.

Her song drifted away more and more.

"Not my forgiveness. You need to forgive yourself. It wasn´t his bullet that killed me. It was yours."

She was gone.

But in my hand I felt something and I could move again.

I lifted my hand and on my palm lay a bullet.

Bloodied and deformed.

But clearly recognizable the T carved in its side.

It was my bullet.

And the world ended

Not with a bang

But with a wimper.

And I wept…..


Habibi is an Arabic word whose literal meaning is my beloved

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