Bound By Starlight

CHAPTER 1:

(His POV)

She's Karina, most know her before she even lets slip her last name. Known for her world renowned talent as an assassin, she gets recognized by people from all over the world as soon as they take in her stormy grey eyes, dead straight silky black hair and milky white skin. Nothing special or necessarily important but it's just t he aura of her that gets people on their knees, whimpering and makes little children run towards her while she's busy looking simple and elegant, yet still fierce enough to look exactly like how anyone would expect of our dear assassin.

All she has is a lot of the government's trust and a shitload of will alongside being a well trained ground fighter, sniper, skilled sword fighter and archer.

Now you must be wondering why (mostly) everyone likes her. It's because of the way they see her, as a saviour from all the 'bad and evil people'.

Treats her life like Robin Hood. Trying to help out the poor by stealing from the rich, helping out the less fortunate and those targeted by gangs, she only ever manages to make friends with those weak enough to take out with a trainee. Too trusting those types.

And she's never sticking around long enough to find out who was actually in the wrong. As long as they're weak and don't belong, they're automatically classified as the 'good guys'.

Karina certainly doesn't look the slightest like the dear saviour right now with her black hair tangled and dried up with blood, her skin littered with a mass amount of wounds, her full skin now sallow, shrunken even and her eyes puffy with leftover tears that she never allowed herself to spill in front of us.

I felt a slight twinge of guilt and discomfort as I sat by in the surveillance room, watching as she suffered but I pushed it- more like shoved it away actually, not planning to let my heart get in the way of my mission.

Looking so weak, so helpless, she would never suspect me. Like Snow White with her prince charming, she wouldn't have dared to give me anything other than gratitude for getting here out of this hellhole.

I mean... That's the plan but just by judging from how my life is going, I think you can tell that things don't always follow the plot that it was assigned.

"Hurry up and get it over with Evans you don't want to keep your dear princess waiting while she slowly drifts away would you? That would ruin our whole plan."

"Of course not." I responded, half putting an ear out for an employees walking by and half listening to the phone in which my boos was speaking to me in. I heard her scold someone harshly, most likely a new worker before firing them on the spot and as I heard her shuddering footsteps stumble out of what I would think is my boss's office, before picking up the phone once more. After that, all she gave me was a sweet and simple, "Get ready, it's only about to begin."

(Karina's POV)

Pain engulfs me, consuming every part of my being. It surges through my veins, not like the calm trickle of a stream, but like a violent, unpredictable waterfall, crashing down without mercy. I can't tell what will come next—only that it will come, relentless. As dusk falls, the once-clear waters of the waterfall darken to a murky grey, heavy with uncertainty, yet they never fully turn black, never offering the release I hope for. The grey lingers, leaving me suspended between the familiar and the unknown.

I could feel my mind slipping, in and out of consciousness as I strained to hold onto my sanity.

The jail door creaked open with a groan.

Or did it? I really couldn't tell anymore...

I could feel myself getting lifted up by god knows who but my eyes were already drooping and anywhere could be better than this shithole.

Maybe it was simply my imagination because I felt like I was all warm and cosy by the fireplace I no longer have. It seemed that I could finally have a good rest at night. It felt like I was finally getting saved after telling myself I wouldn't need it.

But then a dose of reality hit me like a train as i felt something jab into my arm harshly and I felt myself drowning as time slowed to a stop.

I didn't have the time to know or care about anything in the slightest as my eyes blinked once, twice then-