Blackbird

Chapter 3

A man pushed me down onto a hard chair in the middle of the court room.
The investigation started.

"This is a section 2b", the man droned on about how this was life or death for all of us. Finally the judge stood up and silenced him. At last.

"Emilya", he said solomly, "You have found out that you are a soulmate to the wanted criminal, 'BlackBird'. Do you know what her real name is?"

"Yes" I say, eager to please "Her name is Ilva."
"I see", said the man whilst various important people who among themselves, "And do you know where Ilva lives?"

The court room was silent as I looked for the right words. Should I really tell them?

"Emilya", the judge said again, "You do know that this is a matter of life or death for many people in central Southwick?"

"Yes", I say, "But-"

"I will ask this one more time", he said, "Where does Ilva live?"

I hung my head and told myself I was doing the right thing.

"76 Sonlude Alley."

"Thank you Emilya", the judge said, and as he turned towards the men beside him his posture took a more business-like stance, "Take men into this house and bring her out. Do whatever it takes. This is a serious matter. Sergeant Follins, I will put you in command."

The man nodded and people began filing out.

Panic took me.

"Wai- Wait!" I say. The judge turns and stares at me.

"You can't do that!" I say, "She's my soulmate!"

The judge considers me, and then turns towards a guard at the back of the room, "If you will, please escort Miss Emilya out." The guard nodded and took me by the wrists.

"Hey! Stop! You can't! If you kill her, you kill a part of me!" I shout at the judge.

The judge turned at the door, "Central Southwick must be protected, Emilya. Good day to you."
He left.

As soon as the guard and me where outside, I began to run.

What had I gotten myself into?
It was too late to go back now.
I had to get to Ilva.