Song And Death

Screams

Despite the burning fire, her attic was always cold. The cold seeped into her bones like nightmare digging into her mind in sleep.
Iyzel brought a thin sheet of blanket around her, wrapping herself trying to get warm.

The master was not generous enough to give her warm clothes but it didn't matter she had already lost everything. Her mother, her memories her sister, home. She was already too broken like a ragged doll. She didn't have anything to lose except her darkened soul.

She did not know the master very well but everyone called him the Lord but one thing she knew was that he needed her for some reason.
It was almost the time for his servants to call her for the training and as she anticipated Sophie, a maid, came to escort her.

She was a young timid, naive girl and she was a maid in this house for a few years. Iyzel wanted to talk to her but she never really spoke.

She gestured her to follow. Her maiden skirt ruffled as they went down the wooden stairs, the torches flickered like a candle in the wind. It got darker and darker as they reached downstairs to the basement. She hated this place even more than her attic, she always called to this place for the training.

When she entered the room she saw two shadowy figures. No actually three.

Her spines went cold.

Two were her trainers. The first woman was Janet who was nothing but a skeleton, her eyes were sharp as a needle and her wrinkled face was covered by a layer of makeup. Her skin looked paler in her black suit just like the Mrs.Baely beside her.

She was a tall but chubby woman, she had smaller eyes which looked cold as ice in the dark. A single torchlight illuminated their brutal face.

The third figure was on the ground in his knees. His hair was all tangled and his face was filled with scars and bruises. His teeth were missing and his jaw looked displaced.

With a twist in her stomach, Iyzle turned her gaze away from him. What had he done to be tortured like this? She was terrified.

"Today's task is simple," Janet said.

Iyzel's eyes met with Mrs. Baely's.

"Kill him." Mrs. Baely looked at her like a wolf looking at its prey. She grabbed the man on the floor by his head and held him up so that Iyzel was facing his face to face.

His eyes pleaded her.

Izyel was confused. During her lessons, she just learned how to get into the person's mind, cause pain, read memories and thoughts but was never told to kill. Her hand shook and her heart thumped faster and faster. She was about to kill an innocent life.

" Kill" Mrs. Baely repeated that word like a recitation.

" I don't know how." her voice trembled as she took a step away from him. She wanted to shout and tell him to run but she knew he would have nowhere to go.

The skinny woman came closer to Iyzel, a sharp razor knife shinning in her hand. Iyzel froze.

Janet held her knife up to Iyzel's chin." If you don't do it. I will kill you." her lip curling into a cruel, snake-like smile. She pushed the knife harder into her skin, leaving a cut beneath her chin. A warning.

"you can't kill me. The master wants me." she tried to muster up the courage but soon devoured by cruel laughter.

" You think he needs you. You are highly mistaken my little girl." when she came closer, she cut another scar into iyzel's chest. Iyzel cried out. Blood was gushing and staining her grey dress with red.