//Meet Kyle//
"Catch that girl! She is definitely the daughter of Satan!"
Why? What did I do to them? Why do they hate me so much?
These thoughts rang to my mind as I kept running through the woods. I looked back to see whether they are still on my trail.
Damn, they are.
I reached for the potion given by the High Priest. It looked purple and well…not exactly what you would call ‘nice’. Disgusting would be an understatement. Rather than that, will this really work?
I looked back again to the lot of people chasing after me, holding knives and torches, eyes flaming with the will to kill me.
….Let’s just assume this would work, shall we?
I clasped my hands together and prayed while running, if ‘God’ is really there, watching me…Then, please, let this potion work.
I opened the cork fitted to the mouth of the bottle and then, sprayed a bit of it behind me.
All of them suddenly stopped, as if they are being frozen. Wait, no! They are still moving! But they are now moving half the speed
I kept running and running as fast as I could. Maybe I can escape now.
But to where? I can’t go anywhere.
I found myself suddenly running to a dead end. I looked back nervously, seeing a bunch of people still chasing after me.
“That witch! Don’t let her out of her sight! It’s the end for her now!”
Won’t they ever get tired of this entire chase? I am not the one at fault here! Why? Why do they hate me?
I closed my eyes, slowly reaching out to the knife beside me. I don’t want to kill them but I have to or else… I would die, instead.
“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die,” I kept chanting as I got ready to defense myself.
They came forward and started attacking me.
One by one, I tried to attack without trying not to kill them. But in the end, it was vain, I am desperate to live. I don’t want to die. At least, not now. Not until I repaid my debt to the High Priest.
Everything went red. All I remember is the screams of horror. Yet I continued stabbing my knife to objects without thinking twice.
Suddenly, my mouth was covered with a handkerchief. It smelled odd. I looked behind to see who it was but the scent was so strong that my movements became too weak and slow. My eyes closed slowly.
But before closing my eyes, I saw two figures. Two blurred figures. One in white and the other in black.
Who could they be? Do they want to kill me? Did they use chloroform? My eyes...I can't see. It's getting blurry. Are they going to kill me?
"As expected from the great me, we got her. She is the right one. Aren't I right, Meir?"
"Of course, Master Kyle."
Kyle? Master? What's happening here? I don't understand. What do they want from me?
Slowly, I found myself fading to a pit of darkness.
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“You bloody murderer!”
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