Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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"NOW, GIVE ME MY BONE GLASS." the man demanded, his golden sword removed from his holster. Agnes answered his act by doing the same, the silver object in her nail polished hands. he ran towards the pair, trying to slash anyone who came towards his way.
from there on, there was a silent agreement that both Anthony and Agnes were making it out of there alive, whatever the cost. their motivation? another yearning kiss in another proper place where their lives weren't endangered.
Agnes blocked the golden blade in which moved forward to strike Lockwood, now she had taken the man's attention. Lockwood grabbed a piece of wood to protect them with. Agnes's cheek was slashed by the older man's blade, it was deep, and it burned because of the wind. she could feel the blood drip down her face and for a split second, Lockwood's expression was horrified.
Agnes was able to cut one of the man's ankles, he winced but then smiled seemingly enjoying the pain. he kicked Agnes's stomach, she backed away, holding it with a groan. now it was Lockwood's turn to attack; he was easily thrown off, laying on the floor with a grunt. the mercenary was entirely focused on Agnes, enraged by the blood sticking through his pants. he had her back pressed against him, the blade of his rapier pressed tightly on her neck. hard enough to draw droplets of blood.
Agnes grunted, apparently people couldn't take enough of her neck. first it was her mother, now it was this unknown brute. "not much of a fighter, are you?" he chuckled, whispering in her ear. "you've got ambition at least." the heir brought her feet towards the man's knees, kicking it back with all the strength she could muster. "little bitch." the mercenary grunted, his grip on her neck finally relaxed. Agnes twirled off of his arms, gripping the tilt of her sword tightly. the two rapier holders now fought, one's motive was to kill and the other's was to make it out alive— by any means necessary. the swords crashed suddenly bringing Lockwood's attention towards the fight once more. "it sets you apart from the bottom feeders, like that DEPRAC agent." the man cornered Agnes, kicking her in the stomach once again making her limbs hit the wall, she collapsed down the floor. a loud gasp for oxygen being emitted from her.
Agnes looked at the floor, seeing blood drip on the floor. her blood (not Mel's or Ciani's) she could tell that from the bottom of her right cheek that she was soaked in blood. "why would anyone do such a dangerous job for so little money?" he asked the gasping girl who didn't know which to hold, her aching stomach or her bleeding cheek. the man kicked Agnes's silver sword towards her, he wanted her to fight till the death, until she begged to live, begged for the boy's life.
"that's enough!" Lockwood's voice found itself towards the one sided conversation. the teenager swung his wooden piece but it was sent flying by the golden blade. Agnes threw her sword towards Lockwood in which he caught with his feet, kicking it upward so that the sword found it's way to his hands. Lockwood held the rapier defensively. "oh, get over it. I'd already told Winkman who he was. I think they were planning to kill him live on stage as a finale. you really ruined the end of that auction." the man informed. he talked too much, mostly bark no bite.
