Fatal Choice

Trainer

Leilah viciously threw the spewing heart in a wooden bucket of ice she collected from the North end of Sartarus, splashing gore on the cracked floor. Her floor was almost completely covered with blood, like a cool scarlet carpet. The rancid stench was soothing to her, comforting her in the lonely and depressing world she lives in.

She slowly limped over to the back wall of her small shack of a home, and peered through on of the many holes in her wall from target practice. A glimering shade of deep black shined back at Leilah, gazing into her home for loot.

Leilah acted casually, not wanting to raise any alarm to the intruder, and grasped her dagger. Leilah's tiny hand trembled as she tiptoed over to the eye. She quickly crouched under the wall, and waited a second.

She leapt up, digging the piercing tip straight into the eye's pupil. She swirled the knife around, cutting and slashing away furiously. An ear splitting screamed deafened Leilah. Leilah dashed out the door, accidently knocking over the bucket of ice and heart, to encounter the intruder.

"What the...Scal! What are you doing here you menacing bitch!" Leilah screamed, pulling out the dagger from Scal's eye, which was now hanging from a nerve petruding from his crooked skull. "I was sent here to tell you to cease the murder of our top competitors! I didn't come here to receive eye surgery you little brat!" "Why didn't you just use the door!" Leilah screamed, radiating heat from her furious face.

"I'm a very unusual fellow aren't I?" Scal exclaimed, with a light, half hearted chuckle. Blood was running down Scal's face as he flew away, yelling his warning back to Leilah.

She scampered back inside to pull out a bow, and shot Scal in his left wing, causing him to tumble back to the ground. Leilah snickered a sinister chuckle while walking back inside. She brushed the warning off, guessing she shouldn't bother with the stupid competition anyway.

She grabbed a few coins and went off, back to the AlleyWay Tavern for a few more Sartar Ales to wash away the day. She pushed open the heavy door of the Tavern, and sauntered inside. Like earlier, she sat up on one of the stools and ordered her usual..."one Sartar Ale." The bar keep nodded and filled up the glass with the foamy liquid. Leilah chugged it back and threw more coins on the table.

"Hit me again," she cried. A beer came sliding from across the counter from an elderly hooded man at the corner of the room. "Thanks, I guess." Leilah said as she retreated the coins back into her raggedy pockets. The hooded man nodded and signaled for Leilah to follow him. Ordinarily Leilah would never, but maybe it was all the ale she consumed, but something about the man just bekoned her toward him.

The man swung open the door and held it open for Leilah. A generous gesture highly uncommon in Sartarus. Leilah's suspicions were killing her on the inside, tearing her limb from limb. She couldn't spot any weapons on the man. Either he is hiding them, or he is unarmed. Leilah thought to herself. Different scenarios ran through her childish imagination like a raging waterfall.

The man soothed Leilah's imagination by explaining the situation. "Listen...I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you," the man croaked. "With what exactly?" Leilah asked suspiciously, knowing to never trust anyone. "The competition..."