𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 | 𝐜. 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

01

- your pov -

It was a dark, stormy night; the night I decided to run away. Not a smart decision on my part, but it was the only choice I had. My nice boots had quickly ruined, the mud staining the shoes. I had been running for a few hours now, but I didn't have any time to spare. Right after my father noticed your disappearance, he sent his best "guard" after me. He had not given up, seeing I was still running.

"When will he give up?!" I grunted tiredly.

"I wouldn't be so slow for this stupid dress!" I ripped the ends of the dress, now it comes up to my mid-thigh. You left behind the scrap of dress left, seeing you didn't need it. You tired came to a stop at a rather large mansion, a little bigger than your own.

"Stop!" the guard growled, catching up.

You froze in fear, knowing what he could do to you. You knew there was probably some bounty on you, being dead or alive.

"Take a step, I dare you." He threatened, lifting the now noticeable gun. The pistol he held glinted in the little light. "You know, I'm not afraid to shoot."

Taking a few steps back, fully prepared to sprint as your life counted on it. The rain beat down harder as you noticed him lifting the gun with a dark grin.

Taking the gun, the man shot me in the foot with no hesitation. I yelped at the pain, but I held in the tears that so threatened to come out.

With the little pride you held on to all these years, you manage the courage to stay strong.

If anything, I can't lose because not only will I go back to the hell hole I call a home, I will never show weakness to someone like this bastard.

He shot another bullet, landing in your side. The pain shot through you, as you gripped your side tight. I noticed the panic arising in the guard's eyes, as they notice one of the room lights turn on. It looked like a study, seeing that there was a big window that looked out to the front of the mansion.

I held a hand up to your face, to see your hand covered in your own blood. It quickly washed away by the pouring rain, as you took into consideration how much time you had left.

"Look, I'll keep shooting 'till you go down. I'm taking you back no matter what!" He spat. Holding the gun up to me again, he fired an echoing boom.

I stumbled a little, pain surging through my thigh. My vision began to blur as I noticed how much blood I was losing.

No not now! Anything but now!  You fought to keep yourself awake for a little longer.

You began to fall back, losing consciousness. Prepared to hit the ground, instead, something caught you. You hazily looked up to see a rather handsome man with black hair, who seemed to be a butler.

"It's un-gentlemen like to shoot a lady." He said in a velvety voice. He held you firmly in his, but somehow softly as well.

The guard who had been casing you busted out in fury. "Look pal, I don't know who you are, but I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it." Pulling the trigger on the gun one last time, he shot it at the butler, only for it to not cause a wound through the butler. The shooter stood in fear and panic, frozen.

The butler took the bullet in his fingers and raised it up. "Looking for this?" He questioned, only to throw it at the man, shooting at the speed of a bullet, into his head. The dark butler looked at me, still in his arms. "Are you alright miss?" he questioned.

I didn't really hear him, I was more focused on the study window, which seems to have a shadow of some boy there.

With the thought of that, you blacked out into the abyss of your mind.