Mercy *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Until The World Goes Cold

Until The World Goes Cold - Trivium

I wake up with a newfound pain in my chest as I slam my hands over my mouth to stifle the sobs that escape. I don't know why I'm crying or why I had that dream, but I know there's no way that it could have been fake. I definitely knew Obi before I came to be with Threil, but what led me to be with Threil instead? If we cared for each other the way that it seemed in my dream, what made us total strangers now? Why do I still have the ring? If we came apart due to a fight, he would have taken it back, I'm sure. Why don't I remember anything? Where is my mom? I can't get answers from Obi while I'm here but I can't exactly get away from Threil. Do I want to get away from Threil regardless? He did take care of me all these years and he says he loves me. I get tired of hurting though and there are many times where my body is simply itching to get far, far away from him. I know that in the past I've tried to run away from home but he always found me and things got fuzzy shortly afterward and things would go back to normal again. He always told me that no matter what I would always be his. What if I don't want to be though? Why don't I have a choice? I feel like dying would probably be the best way to ensure that I finally get to be free, but then I'd never gain my answers and I definitely wouldn't end up in a good place afterward. Perhaps it's not MY death that is needed though... I may have to gather every fiber of my strength and do the one thing I fear the most... I may have to face off against Threil and kill him.

I wasn't able to fall asleep again after my dream but I didn't want to get out of bed and potentially have to deal with Threil. Instead, I continued to lay in the darkness and plot different scenarios that could work to free me from Threil. I went back and forth for a long time in my head on whether or not I wanted to leave Threil, but I found that I do. I don't feel safe or loved anymore and the more I think about the strange happenings involving him over the years, I can only wonder how much I really don't know about. I always just blindly followed his orders without a second thought until the voice in my head wanted me to run again. I feel like my plans would be infinitely easier if I had help but literally the only other person I know is Obi and that's just a patchwork of memories and I can't exactly sneak out and ask him for help.

I drag myself out of bed at what I assume is sunrise and dress in something that's not out of the ordinary but I can fight in comfortably. I can't really wear the clothing I use for jobs or he'll notice and get mad thinking that I'm trying to go out again or will get suspicious. After braiding my hair back from my face, I look around my room for anything that I may need to take with me. I'm not sure if I'll end up killing Threil or will simply look for an opportune time to escape. If I have to escape I may not get the chance to take anything with me unless it's on me. If I kill him, then I have all the time in the world. When I open the door to my room, my eyes fall on Threil settled in his chair with his hand holding up his face. It's still night according to the darkness in the windows. In the silence I can hear his soft, even breathing. He's asleep so I should be free to do whatever option I see fit. I can leave the house and simply try to disappear or put enough space between us that I can get away. I suppose that wouldn't exactly stop him from trying to come after me again later on though... I'm an assassin, a damn good one at that. I should be able to kill a man in his sleep no problem. If I can't, well that just means I die instead and I'm a failure. I need a weapon though.

I move quietly through the house to the kitchen where Threil usually keeps my weapons. Typically my sword is above the cabinets and my needles and daggers are locked away in the storage closet. I can live without the daggers and needles but the sword is important. I love that sword, it's the only thing he's ever given me genuinely. I cast a glance back toward him and through the slight glow of the lamp beside him I can tell he's asleep still. I have to be quick but careful. If I take too long he could wake up and that'd be the end of me. I quietly climb the counter and kneel on it as I reach up for my sword. My heart skips a beat as my hand touches the handle, creating a slight thud as it shifts. I hold my breath and curse myself as I close my eyes and grab the sword. I can do this... I have to do this. I can't fail now or else...

I drop down from the counter and attach my sheathe to my hip before slowly approaching Threil's chair again. I move to stand behind his chair and draw in a deep breath while silently releasing my blade. I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath as I steady my trembling hands. I can do this. I have to do this. I open my eyes and bring the sword down toward his head but the movement is halted by a loud metallic clang. Threil is standing before me, his chair the only thing separating us, with a dagger blocking my sword. The strength in Threil's harsh glare sends a chill down my spine. A smirk tugs at his lips which only serves to make his bright blue eyes seem more alight with sadistic fury.

"Oh really? This was your plan?" He chuckles snidely as I pull my sword away and swing at him again. "It's a rather mediocre one if I must admit. You want to play? Let's play, Love."