The Darkness In Her Destiny

Chapter 1

This story is unedited,I will edit when it is completed.The song of the chapter is 'Going to hell' by The Pretty Reckless.The book trailer is at the side.I have a new one,don't forget to check it out on my youtube channel!It's the same username as I have for Wattpad. I apologize for any mistakes I wrote this story two years ago so, it might not be up to expectations.

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It always starts like this, I corner him but I never see his face, just a grotesque, inscrutable figure. He laughs bitterly in my face.

"You think you can beat me? I may be the one trapped but let’s see who survives this scenario."

It was really difficult to decipher what his next moves were going to be .I can usually read people's minds and kill them before they have the chance to even blink. He's going to be a tough cookie to crumble.

I smirk at him "I don't think anything dog breathe, I know.”

I immediately threw my dagger aiming for his heart. It soared in the air but was immutably brushed aside. It ricocheted off the alley wall and cluttered to the ground.

I gulped, I always carry more weapons, I trained myself so hard and yet here I am deciding to, for the first time in my life, run. I turned and ran the other way darting towards the entrance of the alley.

But I never made it, something leaped on me from behind. All the air from my lungs had disappeared .I tried to wriggle my way free, but suddenly, arms were pinning me to the ground, he grabbed my arms and twisted them to a painful angle.

I yelped in pain .But that didn't help my situation, in fact it made it much worse. He turned me to face him, still not able to see his face. He laughed venomously.

"You thought that there was a chance you could beat me, you foolish little girl."

He had let go of my hands and he now had me by the throat. He reached behind him and pulled my dagger out from behind his back. "How ironic is this, for you to die at the hands of your own dagger."

He made an incision on my cheek. "Pity that beauty was wasted on you now people won't look at you in awe, but in disgust." He practically spat the words in my face, I then did the one thing that I could do.

He began tracing the blade up and down my face, making huge gashes on my other cheek.

I stifled a shriek; the pain was like a throbbing, burning sensation. I felt my blood pool out of my cheeks, like tears.

I had just recently drunk a solution of Wolfs Bain and I could still taste the familiar bitterness to it. I sat in his face and he yelled out in pain. Both of his hands flew up to his smoking face, so I took advantage.

I crawled along the alleyway but I was stopped by an ear shattering sound.

I then jumped up in bed gasping for air, drenched in a pool of sweat. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, almost breaking through my chest.

I tried to regain control of my violent breath intakes.

I eased myself out of bed on shaky legs, wobbling to the bathroom. I took a long shower to cleanse my mind of the dreadful dream.

I got dressed in my training gear and began to exercise, shuddering at the thought of the dream.

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