Blood seeps out from wounds all over my body. I can barely move as all the strength has left me. I am lying on my back and I stare at the dim light in front of me. It looks just like the one that I’ve seen when I was first taken to the Assassin Camp. I hear footsteps and I am glad that someone has finally come here to finish me off. Instead, I feel a strong arm slip under my neck. I feel the upper part of my body being held up and then green eyes register.
“Don’t die on us Captain Levass!” I hear a man screaming. My vision is too blurry and I can’t see who it is. It’s probably Arthur. He’s always so emotional these days.
“What are you talking about Arthur? You know I don’t die easily.” I squeak out. I can feel his hand trembling.
“We did so much to save those kids from coming to the Assassin Camp. We did so much and we still need to do more so you can’t leave Captain,” I feel wet tears drip on my face. I let out a weak laugh, before feeling pain run through my body. I cough and blood comes out. I feel for Arthur’s hand and I grip it.
“Take me to the group,” I say. I hear him sniffle before lifting me up. We walk for a while before he stops.
“We’re here Captain.” Arthur’s voice sounds strain.
“Set me down Arthur.”
“Capta-”
“Hurry. I don’t have much time left.” I feel myself being lifted down. It takes so much out of me just to stand right now, but I have my back leaning on Arthur. My vision has cleared a bit as I can see the group of 145 assassins standing in front of me. We were all forced away from our homes and trained here to kill. Everyone suffered and no matter how much we tried we could not get the freedom we deserved. I was the first one to lead everyone to revolt against the whole organization. We suffer many losses but this was necessary in order to make sure that no one ever has to suffer again, the way we did.
I tuck my curly brunette hair behind my hair, and smile at the crowd. I know that I am going to die soon, but before I do I want to make sure that everything here is settled. I hear sniffles in the crowd, but I don’t want them to be sad at my death. I clear my throat, but I don’t even know if that is going to help.
“Well done everyone,” I start, “I want everyone here to know that because of our uprising, no kids will have to suffer anymore. I know that we lost many people close to us throughout this battle, but I want you guys to know that every life was not lost in vain. I am proud of every person in this room. I want you gu-” I cough up blood and Arthur holds me to keep me up. “I want you guys to know that I cannot be with you guys anymore,” people start to burst out in tears, “But I want you guys to know that in all my 25 years of living, I have never loved anyone else then I have loved you guys. Everyone has to say goodbyes one day, but I will say mine with no regrets.” I give everyone a smile. They all have tears running down their face as they salute to me.
I have not regret a thing that I have done in this life I have lived. I am glad I was able to help people find their freedom, the freedom we all deserve. I get off of Arthur and stand up straight. Some people looks at me worried, but I just stand there raising my hand. I salute to them as they have salute to me. It is the last ounce of strength I have left in me, as I start feeling dizzy and I fall backwards. My hand drops back down to my side and I fall backwards. I feel Arthur catch me, but I can already feel myself leaving.
“Captain!” I hear some people scream, but their voices are already drifting further, and further away. Darkness welcomes me to its comfort, and I accept.
I open my eyes and I am lying on my side. I slowly get up and rub my eyes. I look across from me, and I don’t see the man in the chain nor shackles. What man am I talking about? I stand up slowly scared that I might go dizzy from the blood loss, but I feel perfectly fine. I look down on my arms, and instead of seeing tan skin I see milky white skin. I reach back and feel my hair, but the curls aren’t there. It feels soft, and silky. I bring it out in front to see it, and I drop it. It is not brown. It’s blue.
I pick my hair back up and examine it meticulously. I see strands of gold and green here and there, but most of it is blue. I can feel something boiling in me, but I don’t know what or why I have this feeling. It seems like I am angry, but at the same time I am sad. Two white figures appear and they grab my arms.
“What are you doing?!” I yell out of rage. I try to flip both of them over from what I learned by my assassination training. They don’t even budge an inch. I feel helpless and weak, but they don’t bring towards the door this time. Wait, did they bring me to a door before? I can’t remember, but another door opens revealing a big rectangle bathtub. I can see steam rising from the tub and I can smell the lavender scent. The white figures let me go and they close the door behind them. Two girls show up in front of me, and bow their heads at me. They are dressed in all white with their hair covered by a hat.
“We are here to help you clean yourself.” The one on the right says. She has big eyes and is taller than the other girl. Both of them move to my side and remove whatever I was wearing.
I step into the bath, and I feel the comfort immediately. I sink my body down into the warmth of the water. One of the girls comb my hair. The other one takes a cloth and gently washes my arms for me. I close my eyes to relax. I have never felt this before when I was at the Assassin Camp. I feel something wet on my shoulder, where the water is not touching and I turn around to see what it is. I see the shorter girl with tears streaming down her face.
I reach my hand out and cup the left side of her face. I wipe her tears away, and I feel pain within the depths of me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I stare into her big brown eyes. She doesn’t answer as the taller girl pulls her away. She whispers something to the short girl, and then the short girl nods before disappearing.
“I’m sorry my Lady,” she says, “let’s get you dress now.” She helps me out of the tub. The girl drapes me in a blue dress with golden patterns. I feel my head start to hurt and my body starts to sway. I grab onto the girl for support, and she helps hold me up.
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“What is going on with me?” I say as I rest my chin on her shoulders.
“The memories. They are just going away my Lady.” she answers.
“What memories?” I ask. Slowly I see my life before me, and then it’s gone. Everything about my life, it just went away. Who am I? What is my name?
“Who am I?” I get off the girl and look her in the eyes. “Answer me, who am I?” I the side of her arms. A look of pain flashes across her face.
“You will figure it out one day, but not today.” She cups my face. Her touch is gentle and warm. I don’t seem to care anymore who I am.
She takes me to a chair and I sit down. Next to the door I see a tray full of accessories. I feel her drape something on top of my head, and I feel the jewel on the top of my forehead. It must be a head necklace. She puts gold earrings on me, and then wraps a gold necklace around my neck.
“This is how I look like?” I touch my face. She giggles before nodding. My hair looks shiny, and soft. My eyes looks like green emeralds. I have a tall nose, and pink plump lips.
“You’re beautiful miss.” She grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. There are the two white figures again, and they are standing in front of the door. In front of the door is the man. His long hair looks black and silky. I can spot some silver and gold in his hair. He turns around, and I feel all the air leave my lungs.
He’s beautiful. He is probably the most beautiful man I have ever seen. The way his silver eyes seems to be staring through my soul. His tall nose, and kissable lips. His olive skin, that seems to glow under the light. He is well groomed, and someone has shaved off his long beard. I can see his strong build under his black robes, with gold markings. I feel the urge to reach out and touch him. He gives me a smile, and my heart beats so fast I think it is going to run out of my chest. The girl lets go of my arm and bows, before disappearing. I wanted to ask her more questions, but it seems as if my questions lies with that man.
He moves towards me, and slides a hand behind my lower back the other one going on my hip. I gasp, and he closes my mouth with his lips. I am about to push him away, but my body does not seem to refuse his touch, and I seem to like it instead. I close my eyes and my arms wrap around him instinctively. He kisses me softly, and our lips moves with harmony. He pulls me closer to him, and I tighten my hold on him. I feel as if I have been living just for this moment. He seems to draw back, but I don’t want to let this moment go. I wrap my fingers around his head to stop him from moving back, and tiptoe to reach his lips. He chuckles and his hand travels up to my neck, leaving a hot trail behind each touch. Our mouths explore each other, and we only separate when one of the white figures cough.
“I missed you.” He says smiling with pearl white teeth after we catch our breaths. I don’t know why he missed me. It’s my first time meeting him, but I probably have met him somewhere before. I don’t remember, but his smile melts my heart. I also feel like I’ve been wanting to meet this man for a long time. My heart yearns for him.
“I missed you too.” I say as I bury my head into his chest. The robe is soft against my cheek, and I like the feeling of his chest moving up and down. He rubs my back and nuzzles the top of my head. We stand like that, in silence for a while. Both of us enjoying each other’s presence. I never want to leave his side, never want to see him suffer. We hear the two white figures stomp their feet, and he pulls me back.
He cups my face and swipes my cheek with his thumb. I grab that hand, and pull it to my lips. I kiss his joints, his knuckles, and then the top of his hand. He smiles at me, and stares at me with gentle eyes.
“Let’s go,” he says while grabbing my hand. Somehow I want to refuse, and run away here with him. I don’t want to go towards that door. I don’t know what’s behind it, but I don’t want to lose him, and I feel like I will lose him if we go. He pulls me along, but I just stand there stiff, not moving. He turns around and I see the expression I don’t want to see. His eyes look sad, and painful. I don’t notice I’m crying until he wipes the tears off my face.
“I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you,” I say like a child. He clenches his teeth, and pulls me into a tight embrace.
“I don’t want to go either. If I could, I wish to always be with you.” He whispers into my ear. I hug him with all my strength, clutching his clothes. This hollow, painful feeling seems to be eating me up from the inside out. We hear the figures stomp their feet again, and he pulls me away. He gently kisses the trails of tears on my face.
“Do we have to go?” I hear my voice breaking. His lips reach mine for a second before leaving. He tucks strands of hair behind my ear and smile at me.
“We have no choice. If we want to be together we have to go,” his warm hand clutches mine. I breathe in and return his smile nervously. We walk towards the door, and each step makes the feelings inside of me heavier and heavier. The two figures step away from the door, and it opens. I turn towards the man, and he is already staring at me.
“Promise we will look for each other?” his low voice resonates into my soul.
“Yes.” I grip his hand more tightly. We are one step away from falling into the depths of nothing. He moves forward, but I stop him for a moment.
“Wait.”
“Yes?” He looks at me. I plant another kiss on his lips.
“I love you.” I whisper, not wanting anyone except for him to hear. He looks shocked, before smiling.
“I love you too.” He plants another kiss on my lips. We both breathe in, and step through the door. Both of us fall, and fall into the darkness not knowing what awaits us.