May 15, 2013
"She...she's gone. She's really gone. I couldn't save her. My best friend..." Sage broke down sobbing. She held a dagger in her hand.
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"She...she's gone. She's really gone. I couldn't save her. My best friend..." Sage broke down sobbing. She held a dagger in her hand.
The smile faded.
That stupid…stupid Assassin…..
She just curled her lips into a soft smile. "Goodbye.... Swift. I'll remember.... you."
She froze. No. Not again. Not another one. No, no no no no no no no no— “Alessa, stay awake!”
The sudden grabbing of an arm took the phone away and threw it to the other side of the room. Alessa still stayed still otherwise. "Swift.... please, no...." Her arm went weak again.
“Alessa, don’t you dare do this to me.” She pressed harder, looking frantically over at her phone. Damn it. “Not now. Assassin or not, I don’t want someone I know dying in front of me. Not again.” She looked fiercly down at the woman. “Now you stay awake, damn it.”
A note lay at your door. "To Swift. You are a great person. Please, don't miss me. Aright? I admit. I'll miss a Templar and if you tell anyone I'll come back from the grave and punch your uterus. I'll miss you, you Templar bastard. ~Alessa."
She read the note and her eyes widened at once. Then she was gone, out searching for Alessa, that stupid stupid Assassin. “I swear, you’d better not fucking die on me,” she growled as she flew down the stairs and out her apartment complex.
The cat scoffed. "That is Pix."
Forza barked again, bouncing around as if wanting to play. “That’s Forza. Probably picked that up by now. So what's with the cat thing?”
"Si." (OMG I GOT A VULPIX.) A little squeak was heard from behind as a tan fox with quite a few tails walked up. "Pix! Pix! Pix!" it called.
“Oh my god is that a—”
Forza barked and jumped right in front of the Vulpix, his tail wagging. Swift laughed. “Guess he took a liking to it already!”
(I HAVE WANTED ONE SINCE I WAS LIKE TEN.) The cat screeched and hissed at the canine. "Yes!?" She got up and licked her paw.
Forza growled back and she sighed at him. “Forza, please..” He quieted down. “Thank you.”
“Let me guess. Greyface hit ya.”