{ basiileus }
The cold was bitter. Elias kept his hood up, walking down an almost dead road. Though, it didn’t seem like it was quite that dead. A soft crying filled his ears, and it was gut wrenching to him. He backpedalled, slowly so, to the ally he had heard it from. Surely enough, there was a frail figure, bent in the corner.
Elias picked up speed as he walked toward the crying, kneeling beside the figure. ( he couldn’t exactly tell who it was )
❝ Are you alright? ❞ He could see the pool of blood, and a battered face.
❝ What happened to your face? Did someone do this to you? ❞ Elias stopped himself. He realized she probably wouldn’t talk much. Elias closed his mouth and took off his jacket. He helped the person up, wrapping the coat around her small body.
❝ I w i l l help you. ❞
Cinderella didn't know what happened, exactly. She remembered that she was walking down the street on her way home from------somewhere, when she heard fast-approaching footsteps coming from behind. She remembered being shoved into the alley that she remained in until she was discovered, and then--
--And then she remembered PAIN blossoming from the back of her head, where it had come in sharp contact with the brick wall of a building. She remembered fists flying towards her face in rapid succession. She remembered the metallic taste of b l o o d filling her mouth. She remembered her person being searched and her 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓪𝓫𝓵𝒆𝓼 being taken. She remembered being unable to move except for the violent sobs that racked her frame.
❝Thank you,❞ was all she could get out once found, leaning heavily against whoever this was. ❝Thank you.❞
