NOTE:
Hello again! Sorry for such a long wait, but I've been very busy. I know I said that I'd have this story up within a week, but that 1 week quickly turned into about 3. So, I'm sorry, and I'm posting the prologue and the first chapter of the story at the same time as recompense. Enjoy!
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The woman was very pretty. She was about 19 years old and had dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and a light dusting of freckles across her face. But the man paid no attention to that. He was staring at her eyes. Eyes, incredible conductors of emotion. And her's were projecting shock, pain, defiance, desperation, and anger.
"You have to stop." She said quietly, pleading with him.
He stared at her in shock, "I can't. I'm helping you!"
"Not like this!" She backed up and dropped her gaze, "You have to stop. Or I will tell them."
"No."
"Yes!" She swiped at her eyes angrily, dismissing the tears as quickly as they arrived, "You can't do this anymore. You shouldn't have done it at all!"
He turned around, his back facing her, "I have to. I'm only helping you. I have been for months. And you were okay with it."
"I didn't know what you were doing to help me! Stop, or I'm telling them. I have no choice. I'm sorry."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tears leaking out and slipping silently down his face. But just as silently, his eyes opened and his arm darted out, gently grasping a small object wrapped in cloth. Turning around to face her, he let the cloth drop away. The handle of the knife was very ornate, carved with beautiful ancient symbols. But it was the blade that made it truly beautiful. Seven inches long, silver, and curved in an imitation of a crescent moon, it practically glowed in the dim lighting of the room.
"Then I'm sorry. I have no choice."
The sound of her scream was etched into his mind for years to come.
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NOTE 2:
So, very short, but I decided to go for short and mysterious...