Drowning Deep Into Love

B I R T H D A Y

"Oftentimes, the elusive truth lies veiled in plain sight, waiting for the discerning eye to unveil its hidden beauty...."

Seven Years Ago

August 10, 2014,

Samantha's Diary                                                    Page 149

To my dear self,
I've been here at Death's place for a week now, and I have to admit, his house is quite impressive! It's big and roomy, but oddly quiet, without much activity. It's a shame that such a stunning place only has Ash living in it.

When Ash brought me here, Miguel quietly hid my weapons - my sword, dagger, and a Glock 17 9mm handgun - safely inside my suitcase. He understands me well and knew I might want to escape this place, so he made sure I had a way out. He's really smart.

During my second night here, when no one was looking, I secretly explored the entire premises. I walked carefully, making sure not to arouse any suspicion. I looked closely at every part, creating a mental blueprint of this place in my mind.

On the fourth night, I jumped out of my room's window which was on the second floor, just a level above the ground. Only two guards were patrolling at some distance in the backyard garden. I waited patiently for the right time, hiding behind a tree near the wall. I had my sword on my back, a tight grip on the gun in my hand, and daggers in my boots. I was prepared for any conceivable situation.

I quickly dashed towards the swimming pool but caught the sight of a guard. Before he could retaliate, I fired two shots-one grazing his right hand and the other piercing his chest. Thanks to the silencer fitted on my gun, not a sound escaped.

Making my way toward the main gates, I encountered five individuals closing in on me. One fired in my direction, but I deftly evaded myself. I hastily took cover behind a big oak tree, after quickly pulling a table from the garden for shielding. I was ready to withstand any onslaught.

Hidden behind the cover, I shot at my attackers using the table for protection. After twelve shots, they were lying lifeless on the ground. With only three bullets left, I moved to the fountain near the main gate where a few men were searching for me. Luckily, they didn't have guns. I hid my gun in my pants and took out my sword.

I inflicted a deep wound on the man's throat who dared to confront me directly, making a single fluid motion. Two others came from behind, but I quickly turned and swung my glaive, leaving them unable to escape my attack. Seriously what they were thinking... huh!? No one can defeat me with my sword.

After a short but intense struggle, both opponents lay motionless on the ground. Only one left, blocking my way to freedom. However, before I could approach him, an unexpected attacker struck from behind.

He twisted my left arm, and pinned it behind my back, while he seized my right hand with an iron grip, causing my sword to clatter to the ground.

"I'd heard only whispers of your sword skills, as dangerous and graceful as a ballet dancer. Today, I saw it for myself. I must say, I'm impressed," he murmured in my ear, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips.

For a brief moment, I tried hard to break free from his hold, but it became clear that if Ash intended to kill me, he could have done it already. Realizing this, I stopped struggling. Sensing my surrender, he slowly let go of me.

"You can't keep me imprisoned forever. If not today, then maybe tomorrow, I'll find a way to escape," I said, quickly looking at my wrist and then into his eyes with hatred.