Dagger's love

4

Ray Knight

Usually I would have no complaint while moving through terrain, I would even prefer the woods over most places to move. Not only because of the liveliness, the color palette or the mesmerizing smell of damp moss, rain, wet tree trunks or flowers, needle covered paths and just the way all scents mix together. It smells like a tree slump that is already creating new life. Though today forests weren't a great choice. Even the dirt road wasn't good enough for my black heels which sunk down in the dirt for every step. Usually I thought everything through, usually I didn't make mistakes like this. If it was any other day I would have walked almost the whole way in my normal leather boots before changing there, but no I decided to wake up and be stupid. I was useless and would probably fail with this mission, god with this clumsiness I could even get killed.

The deep red and rather fit dress hugged my body in the right places and made my rather curved body look beautiful. Yet I felt like I would be judged by the way the silk fabric hung around my skin. I couldn't help but think that the brown corset wasn't sitting tight enough for everyone to be pleased. I felt like my collarbone length, brown hair was not styled enough. The curls I spent hours on to make perfect looked sloppy, and most likely the makeup looked like shit too. I should be confident, I always have to be confident or else there'll be life threatening consequences for me.

'Smile, not too much, not too little.' It hurt. 'Straighten your shoulders, don't look so stiff, just relax.' Eyes dry, puffy and red. 'Lift your chin. Show your body, not too much.' Bruises covering most of her frail body. Since she was born her parents had tried to make her a symbol. At every mistake, at every not perfect move she would suffer. By pain and torture she had learnt to be a statue, a doll, a mashine. Only existing as a perfect image for her rich parents so that she could be wed off as early as possible to some richer family.

She heard screams, people were crying. Her mind was blurry, she didn't know if she was crying or not by the pulsing in her brain. Her body was screaming but her mouth kept shut, just like she was taught. She didn't take in anything of her environment, everything was blurry and impossible to take in. She thought that maybe it was her time to die and it didn't scare her. It rather felt like relief. She wanted out of her numb state that trapped her mind inside her body.

Fingertips ran over a cold metal, she gripped her shaking fingers around the object and held it as firmly as she could handle. With slow and unsteady steps she stumbled over the rather fancy floor. Her palm met the wall and steadied her shaking state. She didn't even realize the shaking came from her heavy sobbs. She waited for a hit in the face, a kick in the ribs or maybe small kuts down her arms, legs or stomach, but no pain came. Why, why didn't they hurt her now that she wanted pain. When she for once didn't care about her life they instead were scared.

A man and a woman were sitting on the ground, scared for their lives. A long knife pointed at their chests. They should not be scared. They tried to tell themselves over and over. Yet they were frozen in place. They were cowards and it was all their fault, if they weren't such selfish and cowardly people they wouldn't be in that situation in the first place. Yet there they sat, looking into the daughters eyes and for the first time they saw an emotion that wasn't fear. Since birth she had only had three looks, that child glow that seemed happy even how much they cried, fear and total emptiness. This time they felt bloodlust flowing from her body and saw a wicked look in her hazel eyes, they looked much darker, they looked raw of emotion.

Her arm moved like the machine she was, steady and large motions with a light shake yet the power was firm. Her mind muffled all the noise and instead of blood curdling screams she heard a slight ringing. She felt drunk as her arm and clothes got splattered with blood. Several holes in the both liveless bodies on the floor and a small smile on her face. The sobbing and rather loud cries were gone and only small streams of tears were still running down her bloodstained face. She had taken her first life and unfortunately it wouldn't be her last. She felt like she wanted no, needed revenge on humanity for what it had done to her. Because people were what killed her. Since that day she lived for blood and the thrill of seeing life slowly disappearing from peoples eyes. She had become a machine, though now she wasn't a doll but a monster.

With a small smile and confident eyes my legs just started walking like if I was really that person I tried to be. Because I had learnt that if you just act long enough it will trick your body too. And people will believe your body and words, they always do. What's really on your mind doesn't matter.

I looked the tired guard up and down with a flick of my eyes and turned my small and innocent smile into a smirk. "Hello, do you see Hannah Calloway on the list? I believe it should be there." I followed his blue eyes as they quickly scanned the papers in his hands. "Yeah I see it right here. You're welcome to enter Miss. Though are you sure you're here all alone? It's rather uncommon for a beautiful woman like you." I tilted her head slightly before meeting his eyes. I took a quick pause before slowly speaking. "Well it would be a shame for 'a woman like me' to come alone wouldn't it. Then I'd be reserved. And now I've got only empty seats to be filled."

I saw his eyes wandering away from my eyes and down my body, staying on some parts longer than others, he wasn't very slick with his way of checking me out. Just before he spoke I left his mouth open and forced him to keep quiet by walking inside. I felt his eyes drilling holes through my back and multiple eyes kept on my ass without turning my head around. After I passed the entrance I took on my lace face mask and covered my face with it, not like anyone would recognize me anyway, but it was a masquerade and face masks were required.

I followed the large mass of people in the castle and entered a ballroom. Large windows had been covering most of the walls in the corridors but now the room was lit up with chandeliers in the ceiling and large windows on the upper walls that reached the roof. On the lower walls large paintings decorated the white... Was it concrete? She moved closer to the wall and tried to scan the people in the room. She had to identify the people she needed for her mission and wouldn't let anything slow her down.