Because I typed. Oops. Sorry Rose.
How long had it been since she last saw the sky? She couldn’t remember in the cramped little room she was in. A Prisoner. That’s what she had been for the past month. The bindings were tight, and she couldn’t squirm her way out of this one, no matter how hard she tried. It was bad enough that she could no longer hear anything. Still, she wondered what was going to happen in the coming days... though she didn’t have to imagine. The door opened and a man dressed in yellow came over and grabbed her arm. Of course she protested, and tried to get away, but the previous days of no food had left her weak, and easily pliable.
She was dragged out, and a new set of ropes were tied around her, keeping her stationary where she was. She knew what this was, and as soon as she saw the man with the blade, she knew what was decided for her fate to be. She had regrets... many of them, but none of it seemed to matter anymore as she still tried to struggle against the bindings, screaming out against the captors, though it wall was futile. A hand came down across her cheek hard, and a piece of cloth shoved into her mouth and tied behind her. There was nothing she could do now... She didn’t want to see the blade being raised, the blade that was going to be used to kill her. Swiftly, her eyes slammed shut in preparation for what she believed was going to happen... yet what happened next was beyond her.
There was no pain, no movement touching her for a while, though one soon happened. Just something warm, and wet, as it dripped down her cheek, though it was too thick to be rain. She finally opened her eyes, and saw the familiar blue she had always seen and chased after in her childhood-
-Only now stained in red.
There was a blade in his back, and she finally realised what had happened.
Please let this be a dream-!
Only it wasn’t. That much was enough as tears started welling up in her eyes. She wanted to call out to him, wanted to tell him to stop, and get out, yet she couldn’t do what she wanted. She was just helpless, and could only watch.
Everything after was a blur of blue, red, yellow, and silver, as blades clashed. She tried to struggle against the binds again, and she was pretty sure she was screaming out that person’s name into the cloth, the one fighting so desperately against fate. Every last man had fallen, and she watched the figure drenched in blood start stumbling towards her. A cold hand came up to rest against her cheek for but a moment until it undid the gag, and said something to which she couldn’t hear. She felt the binds being cut, and the second she was free, she latched onto the figure in front of her, for all but a moment, before she pulled away and immediately took to looking at the wound.
“P-Please... don’t go to sleep, Pi! W-we’ll get to a doctor! You’ll see! Whatever you do, stay awake, okay?”