Mikah pulls out the dagger from the soldier's throat before cleaning the blood from the blade into his hair until the silver blade could reflect the dim light of the burning candles on the outside of the cells. He stands and stretches, twisting his joints to loosen up the tension in his body.
"Phew. That felt good." He looked over to Red, who was staring him down. He tilted his head back, and his left hand rested on his side. "What? Quit staring, you're killing my mysterious saviour charm here." He winked playfully, smiling as if he hadn't just brutally killed a man.
"Wait, don't tell me you fell in love with me? Ha--Sorry, but that is a dead, futile dream if you think I'll reciprocate." He said dramatically, his hand in his hair, his smile shifting to a cocky smirk. Red looked at him unimpressed and questioning his sanity, her hands clutching the edges of the jacket around her to keep herself covered. She lets out a breath.
"I didn't. You just killed him inefficiently, with all the noise, the other guards will be here. Won't they kill you for that?"
Mikah tossed the dagger around in the air idly but skillfully.
"Worried about me? Touching but unnecessary. This is a dog-eat-dog world, no one cares if you live or die--well, maybe except someone you're super close with." He flicks the dagger into the air before catching the sharp tip of the blade on his index finger, impressively balancing it. "Your life is not of much value if you have no real power. If you want to live, you must have power; the ability to kill is your key to living. Killing is the only joyous thing in this world, the blood, the violence--the chaos, all of it. " Suddenly, the blade disperses into thin glowing particles before disappearing.
"Still spreading your psychopathic mantra, planning to start a cult, huh?"
A softer voice spoke from outside the cell, their attention moved to the source of the voice. It was the prison guard who was with the three soldiers. The guard walked inside, and Mikah rolled his eyes with a shrug.
"A cult doesn't sound so bad, as long as it has strong people. Besides, this world could use population control, too many people like that dead bastard there. And I happen to be the perfect tool."
He comments casually, and the guard laughs, standing next to him.
"Mm, you're not wrong." The guard looks over to Red. "You ok, kid? Looks like he roughed you up a bit." Red nods slowly.
"I'm okay. He didn't do much."
She looks to Mikah and then to the guard, whose face was obscured despite being in direct light. "Do...you know each other?" Red became curious, seeing the light atmosphere around, considering there was a body at Mikah's feet. They turn their attention to her.
"Unfortunately."
The guard answered with a chuckle, and Mikah rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The guard took off their hat, revealing a striking face. Red's eyes went wide seeing their appearance. The guard was only a little shorter than Mikah, but their appearance was... identical. The guard's hair was just above shoulder length, the same dark and messy style as Mikah's. And their eyes were mixed just the same as Mikah's, but their features are softer and feminine.
"...Twins?"
"Unfortunately."
Mikah answered this time, and the guard laughed. "My beauty was shared with this--thing, who doesn't even know how sacred it is-."
Wham!
Suddenly, Mikah was grovelling in pain, clutching his right side. The guard threw a punch faster than Red could see; she only felt whiplash wind from the sheer force and the sound of it connecting to Mikah's ribs. The guard turns to Red with a smile.
"Don't mind him. I'm Ezra. The older sister."
"Aghh...By a minute, you brute-"
Before he could finish, Ezra threw another punch that connected with his right jaw, knocking him out cold. Red stared, amazed, confused, and worried, but mostly amazed.
"Like I said, I'm Ezra."
She smiled as if she hadn't just lain out her brother. "Now then, for this." She nudges the bloodied soldier's face with her boot. "I guess I'd better feed him to the hounds. Tch- damn, I hate going down there." She easily picks up the burly man and hangs him over her shoulder as if she were carrying a sack of light feathers. She turns her head to meet Red's gaze.
"Watch over my little brother for me, he's smart but an idiot. I'll be back soon."
Red nods once as she secures the jacket buttons around herself to cover up. She moved to where Mikah was lying, snoring softly. She kneels beside him, her eyes scanning him."
"Yes, I will." She answered curtly. With a nod, Ezra turns to leave with the body of the soldier slumped over her shoulder. Just as she reached the end of the cell, Ezra turned her head back, her hair shifting and the light catching her features more softly.
"Oh, and I'll see if I can get you some clothes too. Watch over him until he decides to wake up. Thanks, cutie."
Ezra winks before leaving. Red sits next to Mikah, her knees against her chest. She could feel herself getting a headache as the day's events played out.
What's going on around here? She lets out a heavy sigh.
Garden of death, no names just numbers, dungeons, killers, soldiers, death matches, twins...
She looks down at Mikah, lying comfortably on his side, his hair falling over his face.
How are you in here when your sister is out there? Just what is going on?
She curled up against herself, her eyes closed softly as she tried to calm herself, but her heart paced as uncertainty started to form, a helpless feeling, and the human need to know one is safe began to dwell in the pits of her consciousness. She began swaying, her eyes opened to see her hands trembling, adrenaline that was pumping through her body had worn off unbeknownst to her, leaving only one thing...
"Ah...I'm-"
She slumps sideways, landing on Mikah's body. Her body shut down from the shock of the... eventful day. Her eyes shut involuntarily, and her breathing laboured. Mikah sits up and leans her body against him with one arm. He stares down at her, quietly observing and listening as her breathing evened out and heart slowed.
"...Haah"
"This is why I don't like weaklings."