Amelia stood from a distance, gazing at Maximin as he doused off on the couch. To run away from the strange guest whose reaction in the hours of night has caused her to tremor In fear. He had grabbed her hand with so much ferocity before suddenly collapsing Into the couch causing her to think she might have killed him by mistake.
” How long do you plan on standing there.” Muttered Maximin as he slowly turned towards Amelia who freaked In fright. There was a red coloration in his eyes and she couldn’t recall seeing them bloodshot the last time she saw them. She was silent as her breath tensed up in fear, increasing by every movement he made to depart from the couch. He could see the look in her face and began to wonder why he had felt so sore after she had dressed his wound.
She stepped backward, away from the door where she had been standing for her safety.
” You tried to kill me?” he muttered in an uneven whisper as his face fell in sadness while his hands slowly folded to birth a fist. There was no time to explain. The human before her looked nothing like the charming individual she had saved two nights ago. He was a total contrast. She turned away and took to her heels, letting her survival instincts come first before her emotions.
” Get back here!” he yelled as and pounced towards her with a total conviction that she was not different from all the men who had tried to kill him for money. The woods was her playground in the daytime and even wrath itself didn’t stand a chance of cornering her. All she could bank on was that the wounds on the chest of the stranger would manage to slow him down or better still that he came back to his senses. She moved swiftly through the woods as she heard his footsteps thundering against her. Soon, his chase had seen her fleeing into new lands which was her personal boundary. The strange aura and the gloomy bushes had caused her to halt in fear. No way in her life was she going to let herself get killed by a man she had saved. She felt hurt that humans were always cold to her. She felt dejected knowing that her heart had already fallen adrift for the charm of the young man only for him to turn against her like an enemy. Amidst her indecision, she spotted an opening on the rock which appeared to look like a cave.
It was shocking to her wits, how she had managed to dodge the swift slash of the strange fellow in Ninja clothing. True to his words he was out for a kill and Amelia could tell from the demeanor in his vibes. The past years in the woods had made a beast out of her and she didn’t even notice until now that she had no choice but to let it out.
” You move so fast for the offspring of a man who was slow to bring happiness to the lives of his people. The Texan government would pay me a fortune for your own head to.” Said the studded looking Ninja whose face was covered in dark bandage, allowing only a narrow ridge that exposed the stormy nature of his eyes. For a split of second, Amelia felt cornered, as she contemplated on making a dive for the exit only that the assaulting figure had bought over the space for an exit. With no weapon but fury, she clutched her hands in a fist and headed straight for the attacker. ” Keep mi parents out of your mouth…” She yelled out at the top of her drained energy level.
” Stay down!” He yelled, slamming the side of her head with the flat side of his sword. An impact of fury that sent her crashing to the floor.
” Get back!” She screamed as she tried to crawl away in the semi dark cave that. Her palms progressed against the cold floors, occasionally taking a leave of locomotion to soothe the raging pain on the side of her head. There was a moist sensation amidst her hair and she could tell it was blood from the wound the blow had birthed. She hated herself immediately for helping a man like Maximin. The slow footsteps of the attacker, taunted her very existence. It precipitated a high note of melancholy which only resounded of death to her.
” Leave me alone. I live in a hut, away from the evil of Texans. Who then is the monster?” She maundered in pain as she slowly departed from the caste of his shadow_ a dark warner that her end wasn’t far fetched.
” Your parents wasted millions on your clothing and education. You didn’t see anything wrong with that. Your upkeep was enough to feed hundreds of in innocent kids who starved to death…
” I will die today but I will let no lie befall the on the chest of my late parents.” She said, feeling too tired to keep running from her death that now seemed certain.
” Where is the lie in my words young witch. Your parents took away my joy when they embezzled the state funding to power the homes of the civil servants. I was in Afghanistan on a peace keeping mission when I had my wife and daughter had frozen to death because their power was cut off and they tried so hard to live through the cold days. Only your death can give me the satisfaction I yearn for.” Said the attacker with a loud tone that fell in solemnness.
” A chance for dialogue .” She reckoned, while she turned her body still under the emblem of his shadow, to face her fears.
” I’m sorry about your family.” She mumbled feeling stressed out as she brought her sight to mirror the stormy eyes of the attacker, she could read the moist lines of pains in his eyes and could only imagine what he had gone through.
” Keep it to yourself. You will be needing most of it when my blade finds it’s way into the spleens of your neck.” Said the Attacker and raised majestically raised his sword to the air, this time around, he had the blades directed to the spleen of the young lady.
” I will pay you. I’m also an heir to a million dollar fortune.” She exclaimed in a last effort to salvage her life.
” Typical!” He mumbled and spat against Amelia. ” Just typical of snakes to birth things lengthy like them. I will make a billion dollar or so from the head of that Beast. But you my dear. You don’t belong to no one. You belong to me. Your death outweighs all the gold and silver that i can ever have.” Said the attacker and brought his blade crashing against the scalp of Amelia, tilting the sword to deliver yet another fatal blow the bleeding scalp of the young lady. She screamed and crashed to the ground, panting haphazardly as the blood found its way across her soiled scalp over temple, and then to the ridge of her nose, finally disconnecting from its tip to pelt against the cold floor.
” Help me! Somebody, help an Orphan.” She cried out, scrambling clandestinely amidst the sparsely illuminated room
” Stop here!” The attacker shouted, stamping his boots over the edge her frail gown, and causing it to reap off from the waist as she scampered away. She could feel the cold air caressing the her bare back and some portions of her rear that was wasn’t covered by her flowery panties. She had ended up ripping away the lower part of her gown, a feat she quickly attributed to her poor hemming skills or perhaps, the worn out nature of the dress. She reached a near by wall and curled in a shell, cupping her hands around her bare legs as she gazed in woe, while her body tremored in fear.
” Look what we have hear. Some goodies for my very own satisfaction.” Said the attacker as his gazed at the pale thighs of Amelia. ” You parents took my wife away from me. It’s only fair I make a wife out of you for the once before I send you back to them in the pits of hell where they belong.” Said the attacker and began to unbuckle his belts, leaving the poor lady to wail in horror as she tried to get a hold of her consciousness, while the shadow of the Attacker slowly began to dawn on her again.
” A cave.” She whispered and ran towards it, before tripping over a stone that caused her to fall on the grassy planes. She gasped In pain and hurriedly tried to stand up when there was a rough grip on her ankle that caused her to crash nastily on the floor.
” No! Please Maximin don’t!” She cried out as she quickly turned on the grassy plain, her back faced to the ground and her palms flat towards it.
” Maximin is dead! And so would you!” Yelled the fellow and raised a dagger into the air. Causing Amelia to scream in fear.