Angel of Betrayal chpt 3

The nightmare begins and she’s a little kid again, running from her father as he drunkenly chases her. This was her former human life, a life of fear, a life of loneliness in which her father was the only person around, a father who abused her to no end, and ultimately killed her…

All you hear is panting as a young Emily is rushing towards her doom, blinded by tears, energized by fear, as her father screams her name in a drunken slur.

“E-Emily!!!!!”, his voice echoes over the trees, making the birds take flight.

The young girl keeps running, fast, away from her abusive dad, her bruised ribs aching, her feet sore, but she carries on, hoping to finally get away from what is her nightmare.

“Leave me alone!”, cries Emily in a frantic panic, wondering why this is to be her life, why her dad hurts her so…

All of a sudden the girl is jerked back, the collar of her jacket in the hands of her father, a loud gasping sob escapes Emily’s lips, tears rolling down her round child cheeks. He hits her across the face causing a big red spot to form.

“Shuttup and stop ya cryin’ Bitch!!!”, he barks in a drunken stupor.

Emily struggles out of her jacket, takes off running through the trees…only to run straight off a cliff. A loud piercing scream cuts the silence as Emily falls, her last image of life being one of her father with a horrified look on his face….

Emily awakens in a cold sweat, trembling from head to toe, as she gets up and stumbles to the bathroom.

“Damnit, why now?”, she says bitterly, thinking about her father.

She turns on the water and splashes her face with water, shaken to the bone. She turns the water off and pats her face dry, thinking about all the pain, about her father and the nightmare. She gets so deep into thought that she doesn’t notice a figure enter the bathroom…

“BOO!!”, screams Lizzy loudly.

Emily reacts quickly, snapping out of her trance, grabs Lizzy by the collar of her shirt and holding a knife to her throat. She sighs loudly, relizing it was only Lizzy.

“Don’t do that again Lizzy, if I had been really worried I might’ve taken your head off.”

“I-I was only p-playing”, says a scared Lizzy, “I’m sorry…”

Emily nods and takes the knife away from Lizzy’s neck, gets a far away look in her eye and tears up.

“I’d never hurt you on purpose Lizzy, that I assure you”, she says, viciously wiping her tears away.

Lizzy looks at Emily questioning the tears, but shakes her head, deciding against asking about it. Lizzy backs away, leaving the room, leaving Emily to think by herself, leaving the negative energy in the room. The girl walks outside, into her new world, a world of assassins, timidly she sticks to the shadows, unseen by most of the village. She crawls around, exploring her new surroundings, until she comes upon an old abandoned house.

“wow, that’s cool looking…”, she says in awe as she takes in the view. The house looks really old, the brown paint peeling, windows broken, and the roof caving in on the upper half of the house. Long vines of ivy cover the door making it impossible for her to get in that way, so Lizzy wraps her hands in cloth, grabs the window sill of the lowest window and pulls herself in.

“Omg…” gasps Lizzy as she walks around the dusty living room. There is a grand painting of a tall, skinny woman in a big bulky evening gown on the west wall, her expression grim, her eyes dark, Lizzy stares at the painting and suddenly she gets the feeling she is being watched. She jumps to the shadows and sneaks around, wondering who else is here, she feels the presence of at least one person, hears the breathing… she backs up… right into an assassin boy!

Lizzy turns quickly, but not fast enough, the boy grabs her and pushes her to the floor. Lizzy breathes hard, the boy stares at her with a twinkle of curiosity, but also slightly wary of the thin girl.

“who are you?”, he says,” why are you here?”

“I’m Lizzy, and it’s none of your business why I am here.”

“really, and why not?”

She shakes her head as he smirks.

“Fine don’t tell me, I don’t care you’re nothing but a little girl, you’re what 6 or 7?” he says cruely.

“NO!!”, she shouts,” I’m 11.”

“Oh like that’s a big difference”, he says, helping her up. He looks at her closely,” you’re not from around here, are you Ninja?”

She shakes her head, studying his face. He has red hair, blue eyes, a cute up-turned nose and thin, boyish lips, she blushes, unsure what to think of the rude boy.

“you know my name, now, what’s yours?”

“Oh… I am Jakijen Auroshi, assassin apprentice and future leader of this tribe!”, says the boy arrogantly.

She nodds respectively,” sorry to bother you” , and she disappears into the shadows.

“Wait!!!” he says loudly, but she’s left the house already, headed back to the house, unnerved and crushing. She walks into the house, and it’s unusually quite, the hair on the back of her neck stands up as she wonders around the house, only to find Emily missing.

“Emily?!”, she calls,” Emily?!!”

The frantic girl rushes all around the house in an unorganized panic, trying to find her friend. When all of a sudden…

“BOO!!!”, screams Emily, scaring Lizzy to death.

“AHHHH!!!”

Emily bursts out laughing, looking at Lizzy, making fun of her silently in her head.

“Real nice Emily”, Lizzy says, her hand on her chest, heart racing,” I was honest to god worried about you.”

Emily’s eyes darken thinking about god,” Don’t use that word.”

Lizzy’s confusion shows in her deep purple eyes…

“GOD”, Emily spits out in disgust as she turns and walks away,” Fuck him and his up tight Christian ways.”

“oh, sorry…”

Emily nods,” Com’on I have something to show you kid.”

“where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Emily replies in a bland, cold voice, void of emotion. Lizzy nods, scared of what is to come.