“Hark, Get out of the way!” he
screeched at me while I tried to protect the purple clothed Assassin. I didn’t
know why I was doing this, saving the man who had murdered my own mother. I
could picture him, the same as right now, with the same fury and speed, rushing
towards my mother and taking out that loathed weapon, which had shedded many
bloods till now, which had drenched in every possible man’s blood, being pushed
over my mother’s body, and killing her.
Agony ripped apart me again, filling me with anger and tears.
But there he was, this man who I
was saving from Ash’s attack. I figured out that I was not in my senses, and
maybe deep lost in a nightmare. Yes. I don’t call these things Dreams.
Nightmare is a better word.
“Have you gone crazy Hark? He’s
the one who killed your mother!” I was taken back to the reality with Ash’s
bellow.
And seconds later, he whipped a
knife from his back pocket and threw it in a boomerang style towards the
Assassin. A moment passed, and then I lunged towards the Assassin, and came in
between him and the knife. And then it hit me. The pain was devasting and I
hoped I would die than suffer this pain.
And then it was over, I could
feel muffled footsteps running towards me as I was thrown to the ground with my
back, the place where the knife had stabbed me. I searched for Ash through my
eyes that were now on the verge of shutting off. I saw The Assassin, looking
towards me, with huge intent and shocked eyes. The Eyes! I had seen them somewhere.
I gasped and then after half a second, I was drifted to silence.