Sorry, sorry, sorry! I went camping, and then I had school and other stuff- REALLY SORRY. Anyway, as a gift to satisfy you, I'm not killing anyone today. This chapter. Not even a ton of injuries. Wait, never mind. I can't promise that. You've been warned. -Erica
I stand up, my knees shaky. Finally, my body has realized that it has far exceeded its natural limits.
I don't care.
I clutch the rebel boy's knife with both hands, and only now does it occur to me I don't know how to use it.
No matter.
I brush the dirt off my dress- a pretty purple colour, one that reaches past my knees. Using all the force I have, I rip it down the side to give my legs more room to run. And I will be running. When the time comes.
A slow smile climbs up my face.
What does it matter that I am lost? Everyone gets lost. I have been lost ever since my guide- Eva- was taken from me.
It doesn't matter, for I will keep going anyway. Until my feet ache with blisters, and my pretty hands- hands that I know are drenched in blood- his blood- are little more than limp pieces of skin.
So the King wants me?
Then let him come for me.
He won't know what hits him.
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I can almost hear the sounds of the castle, the clanking of dishes and the shouting and the barking of dogs. Maybe I truly canMaybe I am not. Does it matter? I follow the noises anyway. The closer I get, the more walls that try to deter me. The closer I get, the more pools of blood mean to slip me.
I ignore them.
"Come out, come out." I coo to the empty air as the noise gets closer. "Wherever you are!"
I push open a dusty stone wall and emerge into chaos.
Yes, I know this is a horrible chapter. I was in a hurry. BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYE.
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Mystery / Thriller(I'm kinda embarrassed by this work, but someone asked after it, and so I posted it again. Do not blame me for my younger self's bad grammar and nonexistent plot line. Thank you.) "I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling...
