I had this dream, growing up…
A strange dream that I would have, but it was always the same. My fingers would push through the brush of the dense bushes, the limbs of the trees clouding the bright sun over my head.
As my bare feet touched the sand. I would begin walking, my body older and stronger as I made my way along the shoreline. The rough sand, searing into the palms of my feet as I ventured on that journey...with no end.
The glare and heat of the sun, coupled with the soft water gracing my toes. It always felt so real, mama always said that I was a dreamer.
How I would fantasize and create stories in my head. Maybe that was why my dreams felt so real, maybe because I have gotten so used to living in my head.
It's been years ever since I had a dream like this. After those bandits killed my father I didn't sleep...the nights were the worse. I would just stay up, fearing those nightmares that haunted the darkest parts of my mind.
The lack of sleep crippled my mind...sometimes when I was so stressed out I would see him. His pale face would poke out of my closet...his eyes poking through the darkness as they trailed along my sleeping form.
He would slump his back. His saliva and bloodied lips forming a twisted glare as he approached.
His broken left hand was hanging limp to his side. His right hand held that crude hammer, filled with the pinkness of brain matter and the crimson of fresh blood that oozed onto the carpet like a broken hose.
His overalls filled with crimson holes. Nine millimeters rounds, ten of them. One located in his cheek.
His voice uttered the same words he always said…"It's all your fault, Dismas." After those words, a hauntingly and bone chilling laugh would rattle the room as he pointed the hammer at me.
The screams would follow and he would erupt back into darkness. It would either be mom or grandpa that would rush into my room to see what was wrong, but nothing really did ever change.
Lisa...she was the one that calmed those dreams down. She was the change, but she died and they got worse.
At that point I refused sleep. Only taking solace in a couple of hours worth of sleep, fearing the nightmares and sharded memories of my past.
But that doesn't matter, not anymore…
Awaken
I lurched my body to the side of me, the wetness clouding my eyes as a bile of salty and fresh water emptied the ground below me. The cracked stone absorbed the water into the stone as I rested my head along it.
The ragged coughing spraying the exhaust water caught within as I felt my backpack being taken off my shoulders.
"Lisa…" I whispered, soft like a cat
Her face began to contort and twist. My blurred vision blinded by the sun as I stared at her. There were binding together as I began to wipe my eyes from the water.
The girl…
The witch. The one with the silver hair and the strange ears, her purple eyes gazed down at me as she stared at me.
"Well look...he's alive."
The voice was unexpected and sounded...small? I saw my backpack to the side of me as I began to pick myself up. "What happened?"
The girl looked at me. The disdain in her eyes as she looked at me, maybe calling her a witch was a pretty bad idea. But even in the end she still...saved my life, for some strange reason.
My eyes were glued to her. She was strangely...beautiful, and for some strange reason I could see, Lisa.
"Thank you, for saving me." I mumbled out.
Her eyes went back to my face as a sigh erupted from her. "It was nothing, just be careful next time. But for saving your life, there is something that I need of you."
"What is it?"
"The girl stole something from me and I need to get it back...where did she go?"
Now was the time for me to help her. I groaned as I began to remember who she was talking about. Normally I would lie, and maybe cheat my way into getting money for more information. But I glanced at the girls clothes.
Now dripping wet as she began to wring it out. She leaped into the water, for someone who called her a witch. Sure...she did shoot an icle at me but that is something to deal with later.
"She leaped over the building in the alleyway. But that is all I know, sorry."
She groaned. "Puck, we don't have much time."
"Puck…" I repeated
A cat...a miniature one. Maybe half the size of my palm appeared from right behind her. Its snow white fur clashed with it's grey fur as it proudly presented itself over her open hand.
"What the fuck is that!" I shouted as I began to back away.
"Huh, my spirit, Puck." She responded back. Like holding a miniature cat was something that happened everyday,
"Nice to meet you…" The little thing said. The softness of its voice caught me off guard.
He stuck out his hand as he began to quickly move towards me. Only for me to thrash my hand behind me. "Don't touch me."
He stopped mid air. A faint look of uncertainty clouded his eyes as he moved back towards the girl. "Thanks for the information, maybe we will meet again."
She waved bye to me. I was still there, my clothes dripping wet as my backpack was stuck to the side of me. My hair pressed down as faint droplets ran across my face like loose tears.
I gazed at my hands. I was a soldier...a highwayman...a con-artist, and finally a gunslinger. Four titles, for one boy.
All four jobs represented a way of isolating your feelings. To avoid what you are and what you mean, but now I struggle with that part…
I shouldn't help this girl. Witch...or whatever the hell she is. She would only bring trouble, but she still…
My teeth grinded across each other. Damn it!
I looped my arms through my bag as I began running towards her. "She did save me, and I do owe her. Maybe she can teach me more about this new world if I stick with her." I whispered to myself
It didn't take long for me and her to reunite. She gazed at me, like she was trying to figure me out. "What do you want...I already told you that I don't need anything from you."
"Well that's harsh…" I laughed it off as my fingers went to my hair. "Listen I want to help."
Her clothes were still wet and hair in clumps but there was no denying of how pretty she actually was. Maybe I was biased because I saw much of Lisa in the girl.
"You, don't need to...and also I wouldn't be able to reward you."
Well damn, so no money for any of this. Well maybe having more information would be better than having money, if I didn't have the knowledge of money, then how would I be able to properly use it.
Those silver coins that I was about to take from the women. Even if I did take them how would I know what they meant?
For all I knew they could only account for a dollar or fifty cents. I stifled a groan from this strange predicament, why did I appear here in the first place?
I wasn't special…hell, if they were looking to summon some hero or champion, then I would have been the worst choice. A failure in nearly everything, a broken and battered soul that has tasted despair all throughout their life…
I strained out my words as I spoke. Words which I never ever thought I would ever utter. "I am not looking for a reward, I only wish to help." I spoke, my face twisting into an untrustworthy smile
"I sense no malice...but something else. Are you lying?" The little creature said
Wait he can…
He rested his palm on his chin as he observed me. Only for a sigh to erupt from him. "Im sorry, forget about it...I thought you were lying to us. It's strange but Lia we can trust him."
"Fine...let's start looking around."
I nodded my head as she led the way through the messy streets. But there was something else there, something nagging me in my head.
The cat...Puck, for a second he could tell that I was lying, but he gave up after a second like he was unsure. Maybe that creature was strong enough to notice if people were lying, but it wasn't able to break through my defenses.
I was good at lying, at getting people to believe who I was and being able to blend into certain situations. An assassin...a killer, that is how you get so good at things. To blend your identity into someone else.
Taking lives is easier that way. Slowly, gently, that...was how a life was taken. Silently with the edge of your blade, piercing their throat.
But if I was able to out lie, and hide my identity from the beast. That must be a good thing, I don't want anyone to know what I once was. That could bring up issues later on, and I already have my own fair shares of issues.
As we walked through the messy crowds of people I began to realize something. Another trick that I picked up fighting in the war and going undercover was feeling the tension in the air, and there was something wrong.
Everybody's eyes looked towards us. At first I thought that it was because of all the water that was on our clothes, I was still wringing out my shirt.
But I could feel it...there stairs at us. Searing through bodies into messy glares as they looked at us. But then I realized something, they were staring at her…
Hate spilled from their eyes as they glared at her. The feeling of dread and suspicion overpowered my senses, and I unlocked the tether of my holster, so if needed I can quickdraw my revolver.
Sure I wouldn't want to get into a shoot out. I have been in enough of those for numerous other dumb reasons, but it would'ent be worth it fighting against a crowd.
So I took a deep breath as I followed her. Until we made our way towards a bridge of sorts, what we saw was amazing.
This strange place was massive. Sprawling larger than the major cities that I had seen during the war, but that claim should not carry much weight because those cities most of the time were destroyed.
I could see rows of houses, beautiful and distinct in there own ways. Some filled with banners or created out of different materials. Even the bustling of the market square where I had begun this strange journey,
"Wow, this place…It really is amazing." I spoke
I closed my eyes for a while as I hung my body over the railing. Letting the cold but refreshing winds stir my senses once again.
"Hey mind if I ask you a question." The girl spoke
"Shoot…"
I turned towards her, she was standing in the middle of the platform. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
A mixture of street fights, and a bit of training from the war. But why did you want to know...there was something hidden under all that stuff. The way she averted my eyes, she knew something...
"Oh that. Don't tell anyone, but I am not that much of a fighter, more of a...lover. I mean, it doesn't compare to having all those people afraid of you, but then again, that doesn't seem to help you much."
Her face dipped and a downcast expression took over. "No harm meant…I was just asking. It looked really impressive." She stuttered out, it was obvious that I did something wrong…
Damn it! Why do I always do this, I didn't have to go for the low blow. She wanted to know about my past, sure the question seemed off but I didn't have to go that low.
I could have deflected it...but such a thing. Damn, why am I broken!
"Huh? Well... hey, thanks. But you've got the wrong guy. I'm good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight with my hands."
The dense awkward air polluted around us. "Well that was awkward...how about we start off with our names." Puck said, the happy vibe emanating bursting from him
"My name is Puck and this is…" his words strained as his eyes hovered over the girl.
"Satella…"
Satella. It was a strange name that I had never heard before but calling another person's name strange was kind of hypocritical. You don't see many guys named Dismas around. That was another nice thing about going undercover as an assassin or a spy.
Alexander, Frank, Richard...Damon. They were all just ethor covers or names that I would use for people that I didn't trust.
But at this point...I don't trust anybody anymore, the seeds of paranoia and self doubt were littered throughout the cracks of my broken mind. Though I could tell that the girl was...lying.
The way her purple eyes showed in a fierce glare, like an accusation if I could spot through the strange lie. Or the way her normal smile twisted like she was concentrated, but there was something else…
Can't lie to a liar. So now I guess I either take the bait or call her out...
"That's a pretty name." I said, a faint smile blooming over my face. "My name is Rickert."
My hand went out as our hands both clasped against each other. Her palms felt warm, but she was rubbing my fingers. "What are you doing?"
I released my hand away from her as I took a step back. Her touch didn't bother me, but the strange movement did.
"Are you a noble?"
The question was strange and random. I didn't have any particular merit for it, but I guess answering truthfully wouldn't hurt, maybe would put me better at a higher standing.
"My grandfather had some land far away, but I doubt that the land is profitable now. Due to the war ravaging the forest and profitable streams. Why…"
She wrapped her arms around herself as she gazed at me. "Your hands are rough and your body is strong, even your clothes are very nice. Your overcoat is made out of thick cloth, even with fur around your neck."
She was more observant than I thought. That meant I would have to be even more on my guard, we were both liars.
"After my work as a soldier I stuck with my exercise routine, and the clothes sure did cause quite a bit of money but that doesn't make me a noble."
The revolver was the only thing that I bought with my own money. The rest of the supplies ethor came from the army, or was stolen.
The overcoat I heavily "improved" with the fur and it being padded to delay knife blows, and the stray shot of a gun.
"...but you did say that your grandfather was one, so that means you have noble blood."
"Sure...so does that mean I have any leeway in this country."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Well if you can prove it."
After a mix of situations of searching for the yellow haired girl. We came across a child, her green hair and face twisted from her tears. God, another lost kid without a parent. In this world do they not care about their damn children!
Satella went up to the girl. "Hey are you okay, you lost sweetie." She asked
For the girl to quickly wipe her tears, and then to burst into another round of crying. I walked right next to Satella to see what was going on.
But something stuck out to me...the girl. It wasn't because of her parents that she was crying again, but it was Satella.
My gaze hovered back to the silver haired girl. Who really was she...because to this kid she must have seemed like a monster.
Though why should I care. The moment we catch this thief then my debt to her should be paid off in full. We all wage war with the past, I didn't want her to know mine so I shouldn't ask for hers.
We were lying to each other after all. "Hey, kid." Her gaze followed me as I took out my match box. "Want to see some fire magic!"
Her tears instantly cleared up as I struck the match against the box...for it to not start up. "Damn, a dud, give me a second."
Followed with two more duds and a string of curses I finally sparked up a steady flame. A pair of little claps echoed from the girl as I took a knee, showing off the freshly lit match.
"Fire...at the spark of my hand." I spoke. "Would you like to hold it?"
She softly nodded her hand as I cupped her small hands around the lit match. "Keep your hands steady and away from the flame."
The flame began to diminish and the embers began to slowly die. Her face erupted into a faint smile as she used her sleeve to wipe away the rest of her tears.
"Come on let's see if we can find your parents."
The girl grabbed Satella's hand. But something else happened, she held out her left hand for me…
I looked up to Satella which followed with a nod of encouragement as I hesitantly held her hand. I didn't really hold it though, I held it cupped within my palm, I didn't want to break it or mess it up.
Like I always do...all the scars under my gloves. Burns from a misfire from my old flintlock pistol, or when I was working at the forge with my father when I was younger.
Too many scars, and wounds inflicted from days long past. Wounds that appeared over my body, wounds that were sunk deep within my heart from days that I could never forget.
I have been defined by these. The burns of the forge, the scars and wounds from the war or my time as a highwayman, and finally...the loss of my Lisa.
But the horrible things I have done. Pale in comparison...
As we continued down the path the girl broke through our hands as she ran towards someone. Perfectly matching her green hair, the man stared at us as he lifted her up in her arms. Wow, I really have a knack for bringing children back to their parents.
"Hey, you kids over there. Thank you for bringing me back my daughter."
"There is nothing to worry about." Satella said
He walked back behind his shop as he was selling some fruit. Apples, oranges, and pineapples...wait how do they have pineapples here?
Doesn't matter. "Satella...ask him about the girl."
It took her a second to realize that I called her by that name. Another instance of that name not being her true name, but that fear and uneasiness still had never left me. Why were people afraid of her, and that name…
While she began talking I saw the nice and juicy fruit right in front of me. The guy must have been running a fruit stand.
It will make a quick and nice snack. Or better yet I could use the fruit to make it into some nice and tasty moonshine. "Inebriation is your best ally, I always say."
I grabbed the apples in a quickness that even surprised myself. I stuck them into the pockets of my overcoat as I tucked my scarf around my nose to diminish my face if anyone glanced to see.
"Well thank your sir, and you too kid...stay safe!" I shouted out joyfully as my fingers wrapped around Satellas hand
I pulled her through the crowd from the successful heist as the laughing bombed from within. God, what an easy score.
It was his fault though, having everything out there for display. "Where are we going and why so quickly…"
"Yeah, I am wondering that too." Puck finally spoke
I took a deep breath as I pulled the scarf down and back around my neck. "What an old fool!" Their gazes glanced at me. "Aw what the hell...Satella you have one, it would be a shame and wrong of me to not share my loot."
Her smile brightened as she caught the red apple in her pale palms. I took a bite of the apple, while the girl used the end of her dress to wipe it down, then take a bite.
"Em...Satella. Where did Rickert get that?"
She took another bite as the realization began to dawn on her. "Did you...steal?"
"Uh huh." I nodded as I took a massive bite of my apple. "Pretty nice right, I stole five...hey can we head back there so I can try and take a pineapple. Where I come from, those are pretty hard to get, never made moonshine out of pineapple before!"
A stinging pain erupted from my right ear. "Ow, what the hell…"
"We are going back to return the fruit." she said as she pulled me by the ear to get back to the shop
"Come on, Satella…"
After five minutes of explaining to the guy my exploits and dumping my pockets. And a handful of Emlia dumping coins into the man's palm to cover the cost we were on our way to the slums.
A depressing place. Burnt down buildings, destroyed roads, and people...some starving in the street as they laid upon the setting sun, letting it cook themselves.
The stench must have been bad, because the girl covered her nose. But I got used to such smells during the war, so I just tucked my scarf over my nose.
After talking to a man only wearing rags with a ruff voice he directed us towards some house that stood in the center of the slums.
It was massive but was heavily boarded up. Cupped with the fact of the ever growing darkness, it was nearly impossible to glance inside through the windows.
As we approached the massive doors I opened it. The cold stale air pushed past us as the faint smell of something distant tickled my nose.
"The silvery smell...of blood." I peered into the house, the darkness only being broken through by a piece of sharded moonlight that pierced through the broken roof of the place. "Black...black as death."
"Wait here...I will see what lies in the darkness."
She nodded her head as I took out my revolver in my left hand, and steadily held my knife in my right. I used the tip of my boot to usher myself in, the turning of the hinges let out an eerie creak as my foot connected with the stray wooden boards.
I glanced down, seeing the broken shards of wood and broken glass that had decorated the floor. "A battle, but who won?"
What foolishness brought me here?
That was when I spotted it. The clumps of my hair blinded my vision, but I could see the tint of crimson from my vision.
A massive man. His throat nearly cleaved off as bits of bone and blue veins showed...oh god, I backed up instinctively but a feeling came.
That feeling of a storm coming, or of an artillery bombardment. I leaped to my side and like a flash of wind my knife connected, the sparks of steel and iron radiated for a second as I slammed my left foot down.
The leap sent me flying backwards as I readied my stance and aimed into the darkness. A faint laughter came from the darkness as I held steady, my blade at the ready and my gun aimed. What followed was a faint laugh.
"How about you come out from the dark...such a beautiful laugh, must come from an equally beautiful woman."
Draw her out...use your words. Control the conversation, and when she has her guard down, take her life.
Slowly, gently...this is how a life gets truly taken.
With the spark of my voice I saw her. For a woman she was tall, with a revealing dress that showed off her…
"Eyes up here!" she said
"Oh, sorry about that!" I chuckled as my eyes went back to her face. Damn distractions, I leveled the gun at her head as my sights lined up between her eyes, I never miss.
My gaze traveled towards the door which was shut. There was a chance that Satella was still out there unknown to everything going on, it would be better if she stayed out there.
It was dark...and it seemed that the darkness did not affect the women. If I was going to get into a gunfight, then I wouldn't want to accidentally shoot my companion.
I need to think and relax. What to do, maybe bide my time. Hopefully Satella heard the commotion and is running for help. "Mind if I ask your name…"
"Mind if I ask why…"
"What's wrong with wanting to know a beautiful girl's name."
Her gaze followed the body to the side as both of our thoughts corresponded with the other. "Really...kid, you want to know about me. After all that I have done…"
"I love women...even the scary ones. My lust and pride are my strongest sins!" I screamed out
My gaze followed over the body once again. Maybe because I could hardly see from the darkness I didn't realize how bad the wound was.
But now...I could see the ripped part of the flesh as the crimson spilled onto his copper skin, or how his head was nearly decapitated from how crudely and violently that women killed him.
He was a massive man from his size, and this girl was able to slay him. I stifled the fears within, as I showed a faint smirk trying to play it cool.
Control the conversation, and when you find an opening...take it!
"Fear not the hangman, nor the reaper." I spoke out loud as I felt my finger tighten around the trigger.
She groaned as the knife to her side softly dropped. "My name is El…"
The shot rang out and echoed throughout the courtyard. She tried to dodge but she was already too late, and her body dropped.
"How about that...I never miss!"
"Really...you never?"
Her voice erupted from the slumber as she picked herself up. "Impossible...I shot you between the eyes!"
But as the faint light shined on her. I could see her left shoulder, now with a massive bleeding gash through the shoulder blade as it was held strangely. Blocks of flesh were missing as the jagged bullet definitely did not pierce through.
"Aw...but you did!" she softly spoke, a faint motherly voice of care was put onto those words as the knife glistened in the moonlight. "I wonder what your bowels look like."
"No, I'm all good, see you sweetheart." I yelped as I began running towards the door.
Fuck this!
But I was too slow, always too slow. She lunged at me with the knife, but I parried it with my other blade. She followed with a barrage of attacks but they felt slower than the first one. Maybe it was due to the gunshot messing up her arm.
Though her blows began to connect. Decorating my trenchcoat and body in new fresh wounds. I got lucky as I dodged an uppercut from her knife.
Her strength and speed were something else, and I was barely able to keep up with her. I used my gun as a shield as her knife connected with my pistol, it pierced into it. Luckily not cutting it in half.
Only for her to toss it to the side as I instantly parried it with the knife. She was quick, too quick..I was outmatched. Sure I didn't want to admit it, but I didn't want to die here.
Her purple eyes now filled with a sinister glee as she readied her knife trying to break through my own blade. A faint smile filled her face as I tried to stop her.
She was a woman…a normal woman!
I was 6'3 and worked out nearly everyday, my reaction time, and skill has been harnessed throughout my life. So how am I losing to her!
In any normal circumstance my gun should have shot through her head. Scrambling her brains like a watermelon that was thrown off a tall building.
So how was she able to keep on going. She was petite, and was able to overpower me…
Damn, my eyes traced the bleeding hole of where the bullet pierced her and I felt my lips curl into a smile. I used my free hand to ram my thumb into the hole, it was gushy and unpleasant but I twisted and pulled as her own screams echoed.
Finally she was angry, and seeing that smile on my face filled her with rage. She used her leg and kicked me, at first I was prepared to land onto the floor but she was stronger than I would have thought. The force slammed me out of the window, the boarded one.
I slammed into the window. The glass and wood breaking from the momentum and my own weight as I slammed into the floor, the cold free air of the outside resurfaced my mind. Only to be followed by a bile of blood spilling out onto the floor.
"Rickert.."
"Satella, run!" I screamed as I shot up from the floor
My whole body hurt, and my left hand wasn't feeling right. I grabbed her hand and we began running, the assassin already on our tale.
I don't know how long it was as we began running. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes, past the slums and everything but I do know one thing. I collapsed in the middle of the road.
Satella carried me onto the stairs leading back to the normal city, outside of the slums. As long as we both made it past that area. Then maybe we could ask someone for help to deal with this impossible threat.
I already lost my revolver, and now all I had was my knife which I clutched so hard into my hand. I dropped my backpack to the side as I began to look over myself.
My left hand, the wrist was completely twisted and all I felt from it was mind numbing pain. My body ached from the bruises and scratches but Emlia gasped in shock as she saw it…
The lower right part of my stomach was bleeding, a massive glass shard pierced my body. Not allowing me to move an inch from the pain.
"Rickert let me help…" She began to say
Her shaking hands rested over the shard of ice. "Just do it!"
She tried to pull it out, but I was screaming. My raspy voice echoed throughout the slums as I couldn't control my voice. She let go, her eyes beginning to tear up as she let go, her hands now bloodied from the sharp glass.
I took out the pump shotgun as I rested it over my lap. I untucked my red scarf as I began to tie it around my hand and around the pump of the gun.
"What are you doing…"
"Buying you time…" I unclicked the safety as I wedged my body up. I slid the pump down to load the shell, the pain of the act causing me to see stars.
"Run...this woman is too much. You're strong but I won't be able to protect you against her."
"I can help..."
"No!" I shouted back, the tears beginning to flood her eyes
"Why, are you trying to protect me."
Yes, why am I trying to help her. I was a con artist, a liar, and a highwayman that stole. What was so special about this girl for me to die here, in this dirty place for her.
"It's because you remind me of someone. Someone very special, and I won't let you die like her…"
"So please let me do this. Let me die for you…"
She ran away, tears still clouding her eyes. I wasn't a fool, I was only still breathing on pure resolve and commitment. I knew that if I passed out, I would never wake up.
This shard stuck within me and with all my wounds...I would only slow her down. There was no going back anymore. "All roads, come to an end...don't they, Lisa?"
I wonder...if I can go to heaven?
I have done some truly horrible things and killed people, but I was a victim of circumstance. No, what am I even thinking about...I am nothing, a monster.
Doesn't matter if I helped people...my sins outway all the good things that I have done. But that doesn't change what I am doing now, I will die here…
In this cold damp place. God, hopefully mom and sis can manage without me for a short while. Grandpa should be able to take care of them, and mom was always so smart.
"Why...I wish there was more time."
I glanced down at myself seeing the injuries. Always was ugly, now the outside matches.
No…!
Not here...not yet! Enough with the doubt and self-pity, I will die like a man...with my pride. I won't lay down and let her finish me.
My road shall not end here...not without a fight! I felt my lips curl into a smile as I saw her approach me. "We'll ride to hell together…"
I gazed at my backpack, silently wishing for a nice drink and a singular smoke before I departed this strange world. "Bah...who needs brandy. When you have false courage."
I began to move towards her. The strange decorated knife shining from the moon as it danced with crimson, my blood.
"No shot shall miss this mark!" I aimed the shotgun at her. "Taste the sting of power and iron, fool!"
I pulled the trigger...she danced around the shell as I pulled the pump back to fire another round. She leaped as I dropped the shotgun, my body aching as our knives connected. "Wow, I am impressed...lasting this long."
"This is nothing...you may know battle, but I know war." My foot connected with her stomach as I slammed into her, she fell back. "I take offense, bitch. We shall duel before the sun rises."
She leaped but I was too slow...the blade slashing my abdomen as bright crimson erupted from the wound. I fell to the floor as I cupped the bleeding wound, the blood already clotting my throat.
"Down the rabbit hole, Alice." I chuckled out as the assassin took a knee and began watching me
"Thank you for this, Prey that don't fight back are very...uninteresting."
"You think I'm done...Ha! What's one more scar." I grunted out, my body trying to fight back against exhaustion
I tried to use my hand holding the knife, I tried to lunge but her other knife came quickly. The quick movement did not allow me to fight back, as my hand flew away.
The screams broke my eardrums, and the tears flooded my eyes from the pain as the blood seeped out from the nub. The horrific pain filling all my senses as she just stared at me.
Until there was nothing. I laid my head down...to the bright lights of this strange city. The death slowly ticking in as I felt cold, so cold and weak. What was the point of all this!
I fought and lost...always fighting for my life instead of living it. But now here I am, about to die. My head rested to the side, as the words came from my throat. The words which I should have said a million times.
"Lisa...I love you."