Daggers of love

chapter 31

Screaming, yelling and punching whatever was around me, that's how it was for a while. Saya and Marcus did little to nothing to prevent me from letting my emotions out, that's probably for the best. I would frantically walk from space to space in this underground maze, the hope of finding an escape route charged my brain before discovering it was a dead end. As a result, I would scream. I would punch or break whatever was around me. I would yell, an array of things.

Sometimes I would yell in English. yell about how much I'm going to kill chico when I find him, yell about what I was going to do to Lin when I see him next. Other times I would yell in Italian, a language I knew my company didn't understand. This is where I got personal, this is where I let my true emotions show. I would yell about how scared I am, about how terrified I am without my daggers. I would yell about how my friend is dying, probably already dead. I would yell about how sorry I am that I never told my parents about uncle franco, how dirty I feel every day because of him. My scar being a constant reminder. And they think maria is the crazy one.

After a while I stop yelling, I stop searching, the stress of everything properly taking over. I fall to my knees, my mind now in a manic-depressive state. Skirt shortening as I lower to the ground, revealing to everyone the Band-Aids collected on my thighs. Face violently blank while tears silently fall down my face, eyes staring at my shaking hands.

I would have been fine if I had my daggers. I would be safe if I had my daggers. I haven't been without them in years, not since the night I got this scar. They've always been there for me, always making sure I was safe, always making sure I was protected. I used them to kill people, hurt people, even hurt myself. they where a part of me, something I could not live without.

And now here I am, spiraling into a manic-depressive episode all because this princess doesn't have her little safety sticks. I don't know how long I had been on the floor for but eventually Marcus took notice and rushed to my side.

"y/n" he said softly once he reached me, kneeling next to my mentally ill self. "Are you ok?" I didn't look at him, I just slowly shook my head. he didn't say anything, he just sat down and pulled me onto his lap, resting my head on his chest as he stroked my hair. "We are going to be ok, ok" it was comforting but I knew his words weren't true.

"we're gonna die here" I state, voice blank and unfeeling.

"We aren't gonna die here, y/n" Marcus responded, placing his chin on top of my head. I could feel his grip on my tighten, he's scared too. I can tell he's lying; he thinks we're gonna die here, he just doesn't want to believe it.

"there's no way out" I comment, finally looking up at him. My glassy eyes gazed into his brown spheres. "Its either go back the way we came and die. Or stay here and die." His eyes stayed on mine, watching as a singular tear fell from my cheek before I whispered "at least I get to die with you" this seemed to spark something in him, staring at me for a moment.

"no" he spoke, lifting me up and placing me back on the ground. Quickly standing up before running around the room, determination in his eyes. "there's gotta be another way out." He spoke, running over to a locked metal two door cabinet, trying to force it open. After failing he moves away.

"Like a hidden door or something?" I ask, mustering up as much sarcasm I had left in me. the sentence still ended up unfeeling and cold, but at least I tried.

"exactly" he responded, eyeing a leaver on the wall. He walked up to it, quickly pulling it down. I stay put on the ground, watching as all the lights went off as a result.

"Well," Saya started, "that's helpful." Causing Marcus to flip the lever back up, turning all the lights back on. "Just keep searching" she continued, "Petra and viktors don't have long."

"Their probably already dead." I add, another tear falling down my emotionless face.

"And your gonna do what?" Marcus asked angrily, walking up to Saya before she had a chance to run off.

"They have my katana." She spoke, as if it was a no brainer

"Exactly!" Marcus yelled, "your unarmed."

"Look, if I die trying to get it back, I'm good with that. At least in an honourable death." She walks off, angrily.

"Do you hear how insane you sound?" Marcus asks, grabbing Saya's shoulders to keep her in place. Almost immediately getting shoved off by Saya. "All this honour bullshit? It's a goddamn sword." We stay silent for a moment, Saya looking at Marcus with disgust. A bad feeling begins to arise in my stomach.

"It was my father's. it's the only thing I have left." She makes for another escape, again getting stopped by Marcus. the feeling doesn't leave, someone's here.

"I'm not leaving you." he speaks. I peak around him, hoping to see nothing.

"They will slaughter both of you to get to me." she makes a valid point "I'm better off on my own." Shit, it isn't nothing. Before anything else can even happen, Marcus is thrown onto the wall by one of the men. His head lands hard against the surface, causing him to fall to the floor. I get up from my position on the ground and watch as Saya steps over his body. Walking over his body too, preparing to fight.

Saya starts on one as I focus the other, making sure not to step to far back to prevent myself from stepping on Marcus. sadly, my fight didn't last long, one glance at Marcus and feel myself get pushed into a wall. My head also hitting the hard surface, falling down and re-hitting my head on the hard floor right Infront of Marcus. the guy I was fighting turns to Saya, pushing her and catching her off guard. I watch, slowly losing consciousness, as Saya gets put in a high chokehold. One man speaks to her in Japanese, while the other restricts her breathing. Finally, she loses consciousness and is picked up by one of the men, allowing them to leave.

With the little amount of strength and consciousness I had left, I lifted myself and turned to Marcus. he looked like he was losing consciousness quickly, he didn't look to good. I moved over to him, my head pounding and my vision blurring. My goal was to get him up so we could follow the men who took Saya but that's not what ended up happening.

Asyou can probably guess, multiple head injuries in a row isn't exactly a goodthing. moving and exerting yourself after receiving multiple head injuries in arow isn't any better. Once I reached Marcus, I tried to make sure he was ok, attemptingto examine him. But my vision began to give out rather quickly once I reachedmy destination. Soon enough I collapsed, right next to Marcus. my unconsciousface meeting his unconscious face. 

A/N 

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