I knew they were following me, I could hear-no feel their footsteps, heavy and filled with a deadly purpose, following me down the alley. I was scared. They warned me, but I didn't listen. I should've, but I was too stubborn and only thought of it as bluffing, well look where stubbornness got me. I had at least a dozen men following me down an alley, because I broke a stupid deal. But I was scared, scared of losing him. It was my entire fault. If I hadn't of called for him, he wouldn't have come, he wouldn't have been pierced with a sharp blade, dripping with poison. But he did, and all of this did happen. And now he's in hospital, fighting for his life because I couldn't keep a stupid deal. I found a group of me who said they could help me, find the antidote to the poison, and they did, but they didn't give it to me, because I didn't have what they wanted…well I did, but I wasn't going to give it to them, it was saved for that special person. I don't know what had made me do it in the first place…I guess I was just so scared, so desperate and…and so in love. I loved him so much I'd do anything too save him.
I hit a dead end, and they were getting closer. There was no point in fighting. I had no magic too turn my body into liquid anymore, no more magic to make the sky's cry for me anymore, only some to keep me alive, and that was barley anything.
They were creating a semi-circle around me, grinning, blood-lust evident in their eyes, just barely holding back, ready to pounce on me at the opportunity.
I closed my eyes, and let my hands hang uselessly on my sides, waiting for my punishment. I heard one of the men; drag his feet across the ground, a sound like metal, being dragged against concrete. They obviously bought weapons, something I didn't think they would bring. They obviously changed their minds and decided to torture me in another way. I didn't care, as long as I got what I deserved for letting him get hurt. He lifted my arm up and dragged the sharp edge of the blade across my smooth creamy skin. It stung but I didn't make a sound. The man just chuckled and added more cuts to my once unblemished skin.
Slowly yet surely, the other men started to move forward, wanting too mark me. They weren't deep enough to cause any serious blood loss, but were deep enough to leave scars…I think.
They were getting annoyed. From what I could remember, they wanted to hear me scream, cry and beg for mercy, but I wasn't going to give them that pleasure.
They were growling in displeasure, moving to my stomach and lifting my top up to and more cuts. I was over the torture. I knew he wasn't going to live, so why should I? He was already in deaths grip, and nothing could bring him back, not even all the antidotes in the world.
I could feel a knife, coming towards me yet again, resting, waiting for the perfect moment, and that was all I needed. Before the man could pull back, my arms came back to life, and pulled the knife towards my stomach, plunging it in, deep in, where the damage would be most fatal.
My eyes were still shut, not wanting to see what was happening, or to see my tortures faces. All I wanted to see was him. I could hear the group of men, the footsteps slowly receding, probably going to find help. I don't think they were planning to kill me but, oh well.
I fell to my knees, my life blood slowly leaving me, pain becoming duller. I guess this is what it feels like, you know, to die. My grasp on my consciousness was slowly slipping, inch by inch. It was too late to save me-no us. We were already in deaths grips. I smiled faintly. I could see him shaking his and smiling at me, asking me the question I was finally ready to answer.
"Why did you do that Juvia?" he asked.
"Because I love you Gray, ever since I first met you." I replied sheepishly.
He chuckled. Oh how I loved it when it did that.
"I love you too Juvia, I love you too."