~*~Paris, France 1892~*~
Why do you try to run, Little Fox Girl?
Hexaya gasped as that thought entered her head. It wasn’t her thought, it was much too masculine, and it wasn’t following her own train of thought. The thought was probably from her attacker, whom had already broken one of her arms, and torn off almost all of the flesh from the side of her body, which if left untreated, would kill her. She whimpered when her broken arm hit the ally wall next to her, causing small black spots to hover at the edge of her vision. She sank to her knees, gasping in pain as she tried to stand up again.
Why do you run Little Fox Girl? You wont be able to get away from me, I know everything there is to know about you.
The voice in her head sounded puzzled by the fact that she was running from it, but also faintly amused by the fact. She had just gotten to her feet when she felt it, the dark, swirling thing that was her attacker. She started running, or at least the best she could do, what with all of her blood quickly becoming a river on the ground beneath her, without looking around her, already knowing that she wont be able to see the thing that was attacking her. She ran toward old abandoned building. The door was supposed to be blocked off so that nobody went inside, but as she ran toward it, the door shimmered slightly before turning into a bright red door with the Kanji for ‘My heart is my home, without one there is no other’ )>I’m still working on what it say’s, so if you have any suggestions then please tell me!<( spelled on the side opposite of the doorknob. She ran into it as she pushed the door open, nearly screaming when she felt her attacker walk towards her. She dove inside the door and kicked it shut, falling on the ground as she did so. The room around her started to spin, and it wasn’t because of the blood loss. When it finished spinning she exhaled in relief as a tall man with dark brown hair and amber eyes walked in from another room of the house. His eyes widen as he took her in, bleeding onto the floor of the house. “I thought you said you could easily kill him.” His voice had a soft french accent, which only helped to hide the hard, dead look that was in his eyes. “It should have been easy…. I didn’t know he would hire a damn Greater Demon to protect him from me….” Her eyes started to close as the man knelt before her, muttering under his breath as he started to examine her wounds. He looked up and said something to her, but the world went dark just as he started to open his mouth. Unable to see anything, she let go of consciousness…..And woke up in another place, another time.
There’s more to the chapter, but this is the first half of it, the rest will be posted at a later date. 🙂
See you all soon!