Bet On His Eyes

Asmelia Jersony has never been a great person. It's in her nature to kill. She grew up in a home filled with love yet jealousy. Happiness yet murder. Only a small child yet she's seen a lot of bloodshed. She is the daughter of a gang leader. The Manta Gang is one of the most influential and ruthless gangs in North America. Feared by many it drove Asmelia onwards as she chased her destiny to one day become the gang leader herself. She was pleasant but to the outside world she would've been seen as nothing but a cold hearted murderer. She feels the pain she often has inflicted on others when a sudden attack from their rival gang the Bluro left her best friend dead and her life in shambles. In a journey with complications one thing has stayed constant in her life. Her hate for the Bluro and the bloodlust she felt towards them. She wanted them all dead.

The boy shivered in the cold cement room which enclosed him. He saw no light, he felt like an animal. As son of the Bluro leader he's never felt this kind of disrespect before. His blood paints his own body like a canvas and he's losing warmth.

Then she enters. She stomps over to him and when he thinks his life is about to end he is proven wrong. He feels the shackles being ripped away from his body and he begins to feel alive again. A small glimpse of hope. He uses his energy to look at her in the eyes. Her long, black hair is tucked away in a ponytail. Her face is covered in scratches but she still looks beautiful to him. He tries to smile but he gasps in pain.

"My mother taught me to forgive." she begins
"My father" she continues
"TAUGHT ME IT'S AN EYE FOR AN EYE!" she screams as tears fall down her face and she throws a dagger across the room.
"I'm sorry..." he whispers
"Go. Go now and run because I don't know which one I'll choose". she says before walking out of the room

He was set free but he didn't feel free.

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*Unedited (first draft)*