La Heire [The Puppeteer and the Grim Reaper]

Prologue - END and the BEGINNING -

*A/N :

If you're wondering 'Why this author hasn't been updating her freaking story for 3 months?!'

I am sorry.. I've been dealing with this story for that long that I have to stop updating immediately before I end up having too many chapters to edit.

WARNING:

All of you who started to read my story "THE UNEDITED ONE" I'm sorry but I have to delete those chapters.. (even though it'll cost me the number of reads and votes). Actually I've deleted them all.

I am replacing those five chapters a new and edited one.. so if you liked this story and have gone back to square one.. I really really have to thank you !! I spent most of my time dedicating a good quality written story, and even though I tried hard at least I am satisfied with the chapter I've wrote.

Now the story unfolds again, and I'm sorry for the sudden change of the scenes. Still the story will go on like what I have started earlier.. I just made it a little less boring.

*Votes and comments are very much appreciated thank you*

La Heire

"The Puppeteer and the Grim Reaper"

Prologue - END and the BEGINNING -

She was weak; a woman who looked like she never aged since childhood. Locked up in a dungeon, she sat slumped into one corner; looking as if the world had turned against her.

Her pretty face which pictured a face of a child, her body as well belonged to a ten year old girl. But the months of work that carved on her face tells us that she's older than some university student. Looking like a lifeless doll, her big Green eyes stared at nothing as a whirlpool of  emotions rounded her pupils.

Seeming lost and ran out of emotion the tattered clothes she wore seemed to be expensive if not wasted by all those beatings the people of the counsil gave her. They were harsh towards her, as they mercilessly hit her; deep wounds gathered on her once porcelain skin. Blood decorated her whole body like it was a tattoo carelessly imprinted on her skin.

Even in a disgusting state she still looked gorgeus; her blonde hair was starting to curl from the gooey texture of rotten eggs they pour down on her everyday. The Iron bars of the cell gates made a clinging sound as a pair of hands groped the lock.

The gate opened slowly as the rusts which built up on the hinges made it hard to open. The woman's eyes shifted to the direction of her visitor; her body still umoving from the previous position. As if she was stuck up and need oil on the rusty parts; just like the tin man in The Wizard of Oz.  

Two black hooded men stood before her, looking as if life had left them ages ago; talking to each other as they looked mercilessly at the goddess of a woman in front of them.

Footsteps were heard from the hollow walls of the place as a gorgeous looking man with blonde silky hair entered the cell as well. As soon as the woman saw the man, her face suddenly distorted and anger from the months of tiring and painful torture emerged from the snarl she let out.

Intending to attack the man she forcefully; her knees almost giving up; pushed herself up from the ground and gathered enough strength to attempt a slap. However, she hadn't had time to think about the restraints they placed on her as she was harshly pulled back to the wall she was chained at, the cuffs on her wrists creating a painful burn on her white skin.