The Crimson Blade

I Won't Cry -Amelia-

Sup guys?

No dedication :-(

no one answered the question! the answer was, The kingdom of Noir's plaza.

anyway, this might get a little intense so be prepared.

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Chapter XV

-Amelia-

It's black eyes wonder the room as it surveys the surroundings. It climbs up the wall with a squeak and I shiver. I hate rats.

The cold room they have placed me in has no windows, and only one dirty old door. The floor is covered in a deep layer of dust. Not a single piece of furniture lays anywhere, and the room is very small. The only light comes through a crack in the ceiling, other than that the corners of the room are pitch black.

Rusty chains with cuffs hang from the ceiling, along with a pair on the floor. Dried blood is caught between the links and I gag.

I don't want to think about what they used this room for.

I have been alone in this dark room for hours, with nothing to think about but him.

How could he just leave me?

I thought he actually cared, that he actually had a heart.

Assassins don't have hearts, they are trained to not feel anything.

I remember Terrance telling me that, but I had never believed it.

How can someone not have a heart?

Surely he felt something, right?

He said he was making a different call, was this better than death? I didn't know, I had been alone far to long.

My own heartbeat picked up as I thought of Rayn, and I clutched my chest, trying to convince myself that this feeling was not real.

But it was.

I had feelings for Rayn, maybe not that deep, but still there.

And he had left me.

That feeling, that doesn't go away just did.

And I walked, a thousand miles to prove it.

And I'm caught, in the crossfire of my own force.

The color of my blood is all I see on the rocks.

As you sail from me.

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I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke when I heard the old door scrape against the dirty floor.

I picked myself up off the floor and backed to the farthest corner, which wasn't much of a difference.

The man that stood in the door was clothed in purple, and had gold rings on his fat fingers. I could see the outline of someone behind him, but wasn't sure.

His dark eyes glinted something terrible, and I could smell the overwhelming sent of wine mixed with heavy colne.

I shifted under his eyes, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh dear, why are you in here? I told those wretched guards to put you in your bedroom!" His voice was deep, and seemed kind enough, but I could her the hint of cold in his pitch.