A Curse so Twisted And Cruel.

A Mysterious Saviour.

My mind spins with shock. That's definitely not Vin's voice. Or anyone I know, for that matter.

Din's eyes widen comically, and he immediately spins around, pulling at his pants, which, without the belt, are slipping down his legs.

"Wha-" he begins, before the voice says coldly, "Did you not hear me?" It comes closer, and I restart the struggle to free myself from the belt binding my hands.

"I said, if you don't fucking move off her, you won't be able to move ever again." The voice is dangerously calm as it comes nearer to us, and I think I see a movement in the shadows cast from the trees.

Din jumps backwards in fright, landing on his ass. I stifle a smile and instead, pull myself into a sitting position, which is harder to do with my hands still buckled.

My body still aches in the places where I was hit, but I ignore it and scan the trees for my mysterious helper.

My eyes snag on a tall silhouette, leaning against a tree. But before I can make the man out, Din lunges at me once again, this time, a long, glinting knife in his hand.

I attempt to block it, but the belt around my wrists restricts my movements and the knife slips through.

I hear a scream that doesn't sound like me when the blade sinks into my left rib, close to my heart.

"Die bitch!" Din shouts, pushing the blade deeper into me. The pain is searing, the blade sawing into my body, and I scream again as hot tears flood my vision.

"Shit!" I hear someone yell, but it's echoey, like I'm underwater.
I try to speak, to push Din off me,
but my brain is not responding.
It's like I'm watching from outside my own head.

I feel a heavy weight lifting off me, and someone shouting, but the words are garbled. Then my hands are freed, and they automatically clasp around the hilt of the knife, which is stained a dark red, along with the growing stain on my shirt.

I can feel it sticking into me, can feel the warm blood coating my skin. Someone wraps an arm around my shoulders, and I turn to look at the blurred face of a man. He carefully slips a hand under me and picks me up, and even though he's trying to be careful, a sharp sting travels through my body, and I gasp in pain.

"Shh," his deep voice comforts me, but I struggle to focus on what he's saying. My brain is shutting down, along with my body.
"It's okay, I got you."

And that's all the reassurance I need. My body goes limp as my eyes slide shut.

•{§∆§}•

Daxon.

Shit. Major shit. Dark blood coats my arms, where they are wrapped around her, it's strong smell filling my nostrils and clouding my head.

"Hold on, I got you." I mutter to her again, though I doubt she can hear me. She's not moving.

Panic washes over me as I hurry through the trees, to the huge, navy blue carriage waiting for me on the side of the path.

I mentally make a note of the place. I didn't have time to make the assholes pay at the moment.

I fling the door open, ignoring the scrawny boy who was supposed to open it, but is too busy staring at the knife sticking out of her.

For some reason, I want to poke his eyes out, but shake the weird feeling off.
I get in, carefully laying her on the long, silver and blue embroidered seat.