The Girl Who Became Ena (ON HOLD)

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As I saw the knife slice through his skin and dig in his flesh a scream escaped my lips. He opened his mouth as if to say something but instead of words a stream of blood came dripping down his chin. the knife turned round and round in his chest . Blood gushed out of the wound, soaking his clothes in his own blood. He droped to his knees and let out a painfull sigh. the person stabing him pulled out the knife by force, then he or she dissapeard in the darkness of the room. I rushed towards him as he fell down on the floor. I heard somebody laugh as I droped down on the floor next to him. I put my hands on the bleeding hole in his chest, getting his blood on me while doing so. I desperately tried to to stop the bleeding. I heard myself scream his name, tears where dripping down my cheeks. he opened his eyes one last time to look at my whit dull eyes. I could see his power fading. he touched my cheek whit his bloody hand and wispered " good bye..." I screamed "no, don't leave me!" I hugged him so tightly and prayed to god my tears could heal his wounds and bring him back to me. by the time I realized there was nothing I could do I was soacked in his blood.

Then I heard footsteps rushing towards us. the door flew open and soldiers were comming into the room. they grabbed my arms and tore me away from the liveless body. "let me go" I shouted, i tried to bite, kick or hit the soldiers who were dragging me out of the room. " he's dead, she killed him probably" where the words I heard a cold voice say before the door slamed shut and the soldiers pressed me against a wall. " dead" i wispered and the tears started to streem down my cheeks. " don't pretend you're sorry that will get you nowhere you murderer" i was to shocked to understand the meaning of the words the soldier had spoken to me.

afther a short while the door opened again. one of the soldiers spoke up " what shall we do with this murderess sir?" " lock her up until I say otherwise" that was the short reply of a arrogant looking man. not to sofetly the soldiers dragged me down wallways and manny stairs. They brought me to parts of the main building I had never seen before in my live. at one point the hallways got darker and colder. i guessed we where somwhere near the basement. we wallked until we were infront of a big iron door guarded by a soldier. he turned his back to us, probably to open the door with some sort of secret code. "whould you look at that" I tought to myself "why am I Always right ?" slowly the door opend and the soldiers dragged me along. we walked past lots of occupied prison cells and they opened the first empy one they could find. the trew me in and locked the haevy door behind me. That was when it hit me, they had me locked up. And I went with them without a fight. I slamed the wall out pure frustriation, ending up with my hand hurting like hell. Why did this hapen to me why would they lock me up? I couldn't be... not that was out of the question. Unconsciously I started to walk around in the cramped space. Ther was a small bed on the right wall right next to the door, and in the left corner of the room was a bucket. By the smell of the darn thing everone would know it's purpose from miles away. Everything was put in a 3 by 3 room, so I was left with little space to walk.

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Wake up you filthy little murderres!