Mercy *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Bones Exposed

Song: Bones Exposed - Of Mice & Men

I stare at Obi... Len... whoever this dark haired man is as we sit in silence. He choked on his drink after I mentioned the name Len and we haven't spoken since. Could it have really been a slip of the tongue or was it something more? I have no idea. I can't remember anything to find out for sure. This is ridiculous... I'm thankful to be away from Threil but maybe I would've been been better off to have kept my mouth shut and stayed with him. Then again Threil was drugging and abusing me... I am definitely rethinking my death by cliff.

"Who are you?" I ask quietly. "Who are you really?"

"My name is... was... Len back when you knew me."

"That doesn't tell me anything. I don't know how I knew that name but I don't understand and apparently you do so start talking."

"If you are who I believe you are, which you kind of have to be considering the ring and you unknowingly knowing the name Len... You grew up in a small village near Sea Port. Your family lived next door to another that had a little boy named Len, that boy was me. You and I were really close for our childhood then you disappeared and no one ever saw you again."

"So you don't know what happened to me either or why I don't remember anything... But why do I have your ring?"

"I- uh.. gave it to you one year."

"That doesn't sound convincing." I sigh and shoot him a look that he avoids.

"I need to go out for a while... do you want me to help you back to bed?"

"I want you to answer my question honestly."

"I did. Let's get you to bed..."

Despite my protests and threats of death, Obi- Len picks me up and carries me back into the room. As he tries to straighten, I latch onto his shirt and pull him to eye level. He avoids my glare and sighs before telling me that he's already told me everything and he'll be back before sunset.

"You better come back with answers." I mumble and he pats my head before I can react, then leaves.

I think my return to assassin fame will be his death. He deserves it. I'm not sure if he's telling the truth about what he's told me but it doesn't really seem entirely out of the realm of possibility. It doesn't tell me anything about myself though. Between this and the drug withdrawals, I honestly may have died and this is what awaited me, eternal aches and pains and an unrelenting headache. To make it worse, I've now been left here alone with this weird possible knowledge.

I think I need to get out of here... There's a chance this person is lying about everything and is using my lack of memory to his advantage for whatever it is he may have planned for me. He hasn't harmed me so far but Threil didn't do that in the beginning either. If I leave I'm not exactly any safer. I don't have any weapons and I can barely move on my own. Even if I managed to avoid Obi and Threil, I'd likely get picked off by some other miscreant wandering around. I've been thinking this over ever since he left but I'm not sure what the best option is. My gaze moves toward the door as I hear the main door open. He's back so I guess I can't really escape but maybe I can get more answers out of him. I painfully force myself to sit up more as his footsteps draw closer to the door. They sound different though. Obi's I could barely hear, these are slightly louder and the thud and small clinking sound reminds me of... Threil. If I'm not dead already I'm certainly dead now. Threil is leaning in the doorway with a triumphant smirk on his face.

"Hello again, Elydia. Let's go home, shall we?"

"I'd rather jump face first into a pit of fire." I'm so screwed.

"I mean, if that's what you want, I'm sure I could arrange that." He answers darkly and my heart sinks. There's really no way out of this unless Obi returns right now.

"What do you want from me?" I ask instead of vocalizing my unending list of insults and threats in my mind.

"Well, it's like I've told you: You are mine and you're coming home where you belong. You've had your fun with this rebellious nonsense and now it's time to come back to me."

"I'm not yours Threil, and I don't want to go with you. Leave now before I kill you."

He chuckles at my threat and steps into the room. I don't have anything within range to use as a weapon and I haven't been able to stand yet but I have to do something or else I'd never be able to live with myself if I survive. I manage get to my feet unsteadily but before I can attack, Threil presses a cloth to my nose and mouth. I struggle against his grip but quickly lose the fight and feel him catch me as I collapse.