Bound To Kill

XII: Bound To Be Rescued

Evangeline

It's been a week since I've been exposed. They took my chest from me and imprisoned me in a godforsaken dungeon. It was then I realized I can't really succeed a mission without Alexander, or without any other partner. I hugged my knees as hunger groans in my stomach. They only give me one meal per day; a stale bread and three uncooked peas. It was making me lose weight and muscle, including my strength. I'll never be able to climb walls, or ever survive if I'll never find a way to escape.

Crying was never an option, so I just kept looking at the ceiling since windows where nonexistent. I've tried luring the guards by flirting with them, seducing them, kissing them just to get the hanging keys on their back pockets.

Still I fail.

"I fucking failed!" I roar and my voice echoes back to me from the dead silence of the dungeon. I've become anorexic the day after tomorrow visited. My legs were slightly shaking from the lashes they'd whip at me.

"Don't worry. Your execution won't fail you, lassie." The soldier outside my door mocks me. My eyes suddenly looked up with hope when I hear the same soldier grunts and falls dead from the darkness.

Sebastian steps into the light like my guardian angel in disguise.

"Bash." I beam weakly. He snatches the key from the guard's waist in a swift. "You shouldn't be here." As much as I'm thankful for his rescue, I feel like I don't deserved to be saved like someone like him.

I was expecting for Alexander, not him.

Bash ignores me and throws the door open after he has unlocked it. He throws a familiar cloak and two unworn wrist blades in front of me. "Come on, let's go."

"You really shouldn't be here." I repeated more harshly.

"No, you are the one who shouldn't be here." He fires back.

I groan and glare at him as I take on my cloak and attached my blades on my bare wrists.

He watches me intensely, which made me huff a breath.

"Come on. There's no time to lose before they'll find out." He grabs my hand and drags me out of the cell.

"What about you? What're they gonna do to you when they find out?" I ask in a hurry.

He peers over his shoulder without stopping on walking. "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

I thought we were gonna leave this castle without halt, but then something inside me pangs as though I was punched in the stomach. "Are you alright?"

"Do I look like I'm alright!?" I scream at him, falling to my knees as my hands gripped on my waist. "I've been starved to death for a week and you think I'm alright?!" I scream again.

His furrowed brows disappear into a frantic expression. Without having second thoughts, he lifts me up in his arms and begins to carry me all the way to our destination.

"Sorry. I tried my hardest to send you food at least once a day without getting found out." He frowns.

"Wait, so my stay here in this fucked up prison doesn't include feeding me?!"

"Just- stop screaming." He mutters.

He puts me down when we arrived at the locked entrance.

Placing me down, I say, "what if there are guards behind the door already?"

"Then I'll kill them."

"Unarmed?"

"Unarmed!" He grunts when he lifts the hard wood and throws it away, pulling both the double doors open that one almost squashed to the wall if I didn't dodged.

I say under my breath, "you've gone mad, Sebastian de Poitiers."
"Isn't that what folks do when they're in love?" He says and begins to carry me again, proceeding on escaping. He checks every corner for guards before we'd continue walking our way out of the underground dungeon.

I narrow my eyes at him when our faces were just inches apart. "You're not in love with me."

"I am. If I weren't I wouldn't be here saving you, Evangeline."

"Okay, who sent you now?"

"Myself."

"Why would you?"

"For the second time, because I am in love with you. Why can't you believe me? Wasn't that makeout session we did back at the courtyard a week ago not enough to prove my love for you?"

"That doesn't prove anything but the fact that you're like your father." I hissed, although it did prove something. I almost balled up when my stomach pangs again in pain. "Oh God!" I yell in pain and imagine if I was dealing with something worse than my intestines eating each other. Going into labor, for once. "Can we stop for a moment?"

"There!" A guard appears from the end of the hall before Bash takes a gliding turn into a confined hallway that I almost could have my skull fractured.

He brings me back to my feet and I quickly leaned on him when I start cursing through the war going on in my stomach.

"Find them!" An officer orders from outside the hallway.

"Okay. Give me your wrist blades."

I look at him as though he's gone psycho. "Only an Assassin can hold these." I decline, drawing my wrists away from him.

"Forget about your rules Evie and think about what's important for you right now." He states.

I had nothing to reply so I uncuff one of my blades and cuff it on his right wrist. "You're right-handed, aye?"

"Yes, and I suppose you're left-handed." He stares at the remaining blade on my left wrist blankly. "Go, I'll finish them myself. All you have to do is stick on the right paths, never the left."

"That's almost offensive."

He smirks at my comment and begins to turn away, readying for a fight.

"I almost forgot, do you even know how to use it?" I ask.

"Yes. I studied some instructions while I was researching about your 'religion'."

"There they are!"

I take a step back before planning to run away. But before I did, I ran back to him and sneaked a kiss on his cheek from behind.

Then I say in the most feminine voice I've ever used, "take care, my courageous knight."

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