Resonance

Chapter 12 - Arya Cato

Note: This is going to be a significantly longer read than my previous chapters. Actually, significant is an understatement. But still, there's alot of characterization though. Shouldn't be too boring, especially if you like bittersweet romantic tales hint hint. Cheers!

I watched as the yellow haired man made his way out. Interesting, I thought. Was this just a coincidence? Or was this, ah, the Carter that Jaegar fucker mentioned? Nevermind that, my job here was done - their high command was already dead. I needed to rendezvous with the other Scorians now before I found myself in the middle of the enemy. Sliding backwards, I sighed in relief as my short fiery hair came out of that stuffy oversized Flaxian helmet.

Seriously, what a hassle. I could've killed him and not have to deal with all this sneaking around, but dammit! I don't harm innocents. So, staying close to the ground, I cautiously made for the exit. Lifting the bottom of the flap a bit, I let my eyes adjust to the brightness of the world outside. For some reason, the man was kneeling on the ground besides some large object that I couldn't make out. Come on! Get the fuck out of my way! I clenched my fist. What was he doing?

I lifted the flap a little more. The man was bent over one of the soldiers outside, holding his hand to the neck of the prone form; the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance. Which could only mean one thing. I smiled. The other Scorians were here, and I could now take some risks. Fuck this stealth assassin thing or whatever. It's time to do whatever I want. I pulled out my dagger and pushed through to the outside.

The man spun around in surprise, losing his balance and falling onto his ass like a little child, his eyes wide with surprise and terror. In a second, I was on top of him, my knife inches from his chest. But I stopped - for some reason, he didn't seem like a soldier, or an enemy for that matter. He wore only a white coat, which was filled with pieces of cloth and... medical equipment? Was he a doctor? I hesitated. "...Amy...I'm sorry...." he whispered, closing his eyes in resignation.

Amy? I've heard that name somewhere... when...? Oh shit.

My eyes widened and I reached down and grabbed him by the throat. "Who are you?" Yellow haired Flaxian with a relation to someone named Amy. Could this be...?

He opened his eyes, and gave me an infuriatingly innocent smile, remaining silent. I snarled in anger. I don't have time for this bullshit! Shaking him roughly, I slammed his head repeatedly into the ground. "Tell me. Now!"

"W-Why? You'll kill me anyways..."

I pushed the tip of the knife into his chest just a little, drawing a few drops of blood. "I'll kill you if you don't, but if you do, I just might let you go. I promise."

"I'm Carter. You happy?" he whispered, "You killed people, so you're my ene-" He broke off abruptly as my hand tightened like a vice around his neck. I'd found him. I found him! I laughed and laughed. This was fate itself! I thought being recalled from Witsen and being sent to assassinate some Flaxian nobles was a waste of time, but ha! What luck!

Looking down, I lowered my face right before his. "Amy's one of your family slaves, isn't she?" I whispered, loosening my grip just a bit. Carter gasped for air, his expression quickly becoming one of complete shock. He recognized her name, alright.

"Y..Y-Yes...H-How...do you... know her??"

This was definitely him. "Where is she?" I whispered coldly, my eyes narrowing into slits. He started coughing again as I began to choke him again. Pathetic. Letting go, I placed my hand instead on his forehead and held the blade to his throat.

"W..Why...  do... you care...?" Carter's face was a jumble of incomprehensible emotions now.

I shifted the blade just a bit, and beads of blood formed. "Tell me!"