Nobles sweet was a secluded area found in a remote part of town and so it took fifteen minutes to walk to the building compound. As of now, the tides were reversed with them running up the curved road and guards hot on their trail.
"I told you to have faith in me Bridget not doubt me". Autumn told Bridget as they ran, her dyed black hair swaying in the air as they ran past tall trees and scanty cottages shrouding and giving them out as it was not dense but few. In surprise, Autumn could only stare at the little brother who was light and fast on his feet. He slowed down, looking over his shoulder at them with raised brows as if asking the question, 'Why slow?'.
"I'm sorry". Bridget panted out of breath, slowing down in the process because of the heels snaked round her calf that would take a lot of time to get off. In the process of watching her step over the rocky area, she twisted her ankle and let out a pained scream, stopping the duo who jogged back to aid her.
"It looks really bad". Autumn told Bridget who was in tears as she examined the sprain that had started to swell.
"Get them!!!". They heard from the distance, the guards gaining in on them.
"I'm sorry". Bridget apologized again. "Fate wants me here". She sobbed in pain at freedom being snatched from her when she least tasted it. "Leave me behind, I'll buy you time". Once caught, Autumn would never be let go for instigating the escape.
Time. Time of forever having her fate sealed in those buildings, on a bed or chained to a bed post.
Compelling green eyes stared dead into hers.
"I AM AUTUMN SONG AND I CHANGE FATE". Something gurgled out, up her throat as her eyes took a deeper shade of green.
She swallowed the pride and dignity she never had on her knees, beside him and in front of the hundred who were pleased at seeing her on her knees like she belonged there as he chuckled, amused; gray eyes dimmed. Lady Genesis lowered her head in respect with both hands locked on her knees; tears burned her eyes, pleading with her to be let out, to show how pitiful and weak she was but she would rather be dead than cry. It had been inculcated and nailed into her. The silent snickers and pleased looks did nothing to her because she knew the greater repercussion she would face if Marlon died. The familiar pain doubled with the ache clenched her chest, making her repeat the silent process she always did in order to avoid the strangled cry and choke of helplessness. Unfamiliar gaze bored into the side of her head and from her peripheral vision, she stumbled across those grey eyes that stared at her in pain and not pity; pain he didn't bother to hide as he stared at her helpless on her knees.
Why in pain? Was he in pain?. She diverted in thoughts for a bit as they stared at themselves, he into her blue eyes and she into his grey. The breathing process had been long forgotten, hypnotized by their gazes and alluring eyes.
"Any other thing we should come to know Sir George?". An elder spoke up.
"Yes". Landmark spoke in place of George, bringing both legs crossed on the table and both hands behind his head, rocking the chair off its front legs and balancing it with his calf and heel of his boot on its back legs. He had a cocky and mischievous smirk on his face.
"Rex Romanian, king of the Roman Empire is on his way here to Sodalite".
"What?!!!". The elder shot up from his seat, screeching his chair backwards that created a repugnant sound, making sensitives cringe.
Song curled up on the floor with head turned to the side lurching out black blood, veins adorning his neck from the churn his throat wrenched as wood splinters lay around him, each tip having his blood on it. Blood trickled down his head, glued together like a second skin with his black hair.
"I just love this". Rodent told him, examining a wood splinter held in his hand. His proud hunched shoulders buckled as he let out a joyless boisterous laugh.
Song wheezed in pain as he tried to talk but every breath he took hurt his injured ribs that had been stabbed multiple times with wood splinters broken from the worn out dinning table legs.
"Rodent". He coughed out, a name that would have made him laugh in a normal situation. It was part of a code name given to men who carried out dirty works for Nobles.
"Shh!!". He shut Song and slammed his leg down on Song's right shoulder when he tried to get up, making him groan out in pain, black blood flowing down the side of his mouth like ink. "I'm not done with you yet".
Pain! Pain was all he felt but he was a just man, he was in the wrong and he would not fight back because of that.
"Doesn't he look beautiful with his blood as a second skin?". Rodent turned his head over his shoulder with a sadistic smile to look at his fellow comrades who were relaxed against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the show of blood and torture.
"Emerson". Song whispered, hearing the padded footsteps that hurried down the hall. "Stay back". He whispered again to her, pleading but the heavy breathing told him otherwise. He looked up just in time to seal her throat before she could let out a scream; his head jerking to the side with the sickening sound of his shoulder being dislocated resounded in the room.
Emerson stood in the hallway, her heart tearing out as she watched her husband go through torture. He could fight back, he had enough power to-. Her gaze travelled to the stained floor with black blood, shoe mark imprinted in the puddle. Her hand clamped her mouth in shock, taking in the sight of their ruined home. However, what made her want to scream was the color of his blood-not red but black.
He was dying..