Mercy *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Unleashed

Unleashed - Killswitch Engage

It's been a few days since I woke up from the accident and I still can't make sense of it. Threil's explanation could easily be the truth but what I dreamed felt so real too. My head was too foggy to make sense of things when I woke up and it's only gotten fuzzier with time. Maybe he is right and it was just a crazy dream. I have always wanted to know more about my life before Threil; perhaps my brain dreamed the whole thing up to try and placate that desire. I'd never actually be able to leave him if I tried anyway... I'm getting tired of being in this bed though. Threil has gone out for the day to get food from the village since I'm hurt. That's always one thing that made it so hard for me to hate him. He always took care of me when I was sick or seriously injured. I'd like an apple to eat so I'm going to hobble out to the kitchen. I'll return to bed afterward and maybe take a nap since I won't be able to relax like this once I heal.

Threil says my ankle is healing nicely along with the other scrapes and bruises on my skin. My ankle will still be wrapped for a few weeks though. It's annoying to walk like this but at least I can get a snack out of it. I feel bad that I haven't been able to keep up the housework though. He's always been particular about cleanliness but left those duties to me. My eyes wander the kitchen as I enter and find it in a mostly clean condition. There are dry dishes on the towel by the sink and a small spot of what looks like a tomato sauce dried to the floor near the stove. I'll be nice and take care of those few things while I'm in here. I grab a rag and crouch down to clean the spot that I realize is actually blood. That's weird... I remember at the beginning of the possible dream that Threil startled me and I broke a plate, leading to cutting my hand and blurting out that I was leaving. It could have been anything as simple as a paper cut or a knife slip though. I dismiss it and move to the sink to put away dishes.

I open the cabinet containing the plates and drop my gaze to the ones on the towel. We had six plates since he liked for things to be an even number, but now there are only five. Did I break the plate? If so, then I was right and Threil lied... I put the plates away then move to the bin to check it for broken glass. Nothing seems out of the ordinary but I notice a piece of a plate near the back. Well, this sucks. I didn't imagine all of that after all and I'm trapped back in the same house with the same psychotic man I tried so hard to get away from. Any escape attempt I've ever made has always failed in one way or another. That was just another one with the added bonus of an innocent man being murdered. What the hell do I do now? He can be back at any moment. I can't just limp out the door I'd be caught instantly knowing my luck. I need to get some weaponry to hide on my body. I need some sort of advantage if I have to fight.

The front door handle moves just as I finally spot my sword hidden on the top of the cabinets. I don't have time to climb the counters to get to it so I reach over and grab the closest object... a cast iron skillet. That may actually work for something. Threil walks in carrying a bag of food but pauses when he sees me.

"What are you doing out of bed?"

"Why do we only have five plates?" I ask instead.

"What do you mean?"

"We have always had six plates. Six of them so it was even. Now there are five. Why?"

"Elydia, this is ridi-"

"Answer the question!"

"It got broken before your accident."

"Because I dropped it before I told you I was leaving, right?"

"Are you still stuck on that silly dream?" He chuckles as he places the bag on the counter. "It's just nonsense, Love."

"No it's not! I ran away from you, from this- and you tried to kill me and ended up killing the man who helped me escape and now I'm back in this hellhole with you trying to manipulate me again!"

His innocent expression darkens and I tighten my grip on the skillet.

"I think the pain is getting to you. Let's get you back to bed and I'll make you a nice cup of tea and something to eat." He steps toward me and I move to back away but my back is flush against the counter already so I brace myself instead. "Put the skillet down before you hurt yourself."

I take a calming breath as Threil stops in front of me and gently grabs my chin to force me to look up at him and he smirks at me in a smug triumph.

"You talk so recklessly yet act so timid. It's adorable, really." I notice his free hand moving toward his pocket so I swing the skillet toward him.

In a fluid movement he blocks the skillet, wrenches it from my grip, then grabs me and slams my head onto the counter.

"Let's get you to bed before you do something stupid, shall we?"

"Let me go you obsessive creep!" I shout as I struggle against the weight of his arm pinning me face down.

"I'll even be nice and give you something to sleep away the pain."

A needle enters my arm and within a few minutes, I can't feel a thing and the world is getting fuzzy again.