ღ;;Upon hearing footsteps approaching her place of hiding, seeming to quicken as they drew nearer, the noblewoman with her threads varnished in blood made an attempt to stand up so that she could properly see who was approaching through the darkness. Slamming one hand either side of her waist, she attempted to push herself up with all of the strength left in her body, yet it failed as her shoulders slumped and fell back to where they had been before; propping her up ever-so-slightly so that she didn’t lay sprawled across the floor like a bundle of lifeless limbs. No, she still had much fight left within herself, but it was just finding a way to let that out without over-exerting herself.
"A-Ada - Ada, Ada, are you okay?"
She wanted to say something in response to that voice.. That voice that was absolutely recognisable to the young lady.. Whose voice was it again..? Ada couldn’t exactly recall at that given time down to the amount of blood loss combined with all of her inner thoughts raging at her, telling her to do something, anything, instead of just staying slouched on the floor in such a pathetic and ill state. But she couldn’t. Not after that cruel attack that had drained her of so much spirit. Physically, mentally and emotionally.. She couldn’t.
Ah. That voice.. This was Oz. The one whom she dared to still call her brother. And his exclamation was entirely accurate. Blood it was indeed. Crimson tides flowed out from where the gashes remained on her frail skin; so many cuts and slashes that the scent of the blood arising from them alone would be enough for one to fall unconscious from. Luckily Ada hadn’t quite gotten to that point yet, although she did admit that the smell of it all was making her seriously nauseous and faint.
"Ada, where’s the blood coming from? Are you okay? What did they do to you?”
Noticing the immediate change in his tone of voice as he raised all of his questions, Ada realised that he must be trying to stay strong for her. It was a grave situation indeed with how deep some of the cuts which lined her body were, and she supposed herself lucky that the slashes had been attempts with quantity in mind over quality. Only a few cuts could be considered severe to the point where they could lead to fatality, but there were so many other cuts that lessened in severity yet prevented her from being able to maximise her strength in vital places such as her arms and legs.
Then, that left the other question. What had they done to her? It was all a little hazy but it slowly made its way back into her brain as she retraced her earlier steps in her mind, from the beginning of the day all the way up until now. Coming up with a logical answer, she finally managed to grasp enough breath down her throat and into her lungs to inform Oz of the situation she was in.
“O-Onii-chan..” Bringing her somewhat aloof and misguided emerald orbs up to decipher out her own brother in the dim light of the alleyway, she began to explain, “I-I’m fine.. I-I was drugged unconscious and then cut up by..—-” A moment’s hesitation as she tried to think up the correct name. “—-Z-Zwei, is it..?” She shook her head at her own question. It was most certainly Zwei. “..W-Well, she did that, ran her scissors across my body a few more times to create some deeper gashes, and then I managed to crawl away without being pursued..” A sudden flinch as she finished her sentence, finding that a deep gash on her stomach had managed to split open a little more due to her heavy breathing patterns.
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