This Isn't My End

Chapter 8: Change

Lucina's POV

I get up from the rusted, metal bed. The room was cold as usual...and dark.

Nothing illuminated the space other than the small lamp hanging outside my cell. How cruel for them to treat a woman this way, throwing her in a jail cell, chaining up both her feet and wrists to the wall...the sadists.

There was no window to see the sun, therefore, I couldn't calculate the time. I closed my eyes, tucking back stray hairs behind my ears. I listened. There were no feet echoing above...only some guards here and there patrolling...maybe one or two are getting ready for the day.

"I'd say it's around early morning...probably 5 am? I'm lucky there were books about trivial things such as numbers..."

I look over the books I had set in a neat pile next to the bed, having the urge to learn more. I lift my wrist in front of me, stretching them straight out. And with a certain amount of force, I swung them back, cracking them against the stone wall. It sounded like breaking glass.

I closed my eyes and listened, two pairs of feet had stopped, and they are hurriedly heading towards my area.

I grabbed the broken shackles and placed the on my wrist once more...they were much more comfortable.

The two guards that came were quite disappointing. At the very most, they would be able to take down a thief...not even.

"What were you doing?!"

I smile sweetly. I lift my wrist to show them.

"My chains were bothering me, so I wanted to try and loosen them a little~"

They seemed a bit skeptic, so I tried reassuring them...yeah right.

The chains to my wrist fell to the ground. I banged my ankles together harshly so that they also came off. Within a flash, like a demon from hell, I knocked out the two guards before they could even let out a peep. I went back into my cell to grab my books. I pushed the two guards with my foot into the cell, taking their keys and locking them in.

Smoothly twirling the keys around my finger, I hopped up the stairs-

To be welcomed by a pistol at the temple. Wow. The temple must be their favorite place to aim, heh, I thought it would be the neck.

I cast my ruby eyes towards the gun, watching the man who held it.

His face was strangely red...he was bald...and had quite the mustache. He smelled of something strongly unpleasant. He must be important...I could see it. The way he stands...he knows he's superior. The gun looked expensive as well. But no one was accompanying him.

I smiled innocently.

"And who are you?"

He caster back the same smile.

"Shouldn't I be asking that?"

The smiling continued.

"Ah, this place doesn't know how to treat woman, aren't I right?"

He lets out a joyous chuckle, removing the gun, placing it back into the holster on his right hip.

"If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours?"

I hug my books closer to me.

"Of course."

He finally opened his squinted eyes.

"I'm Dot Pixis, and you are?"

I hold out my hand.

"I'm Lucina Haduwig, sir!"