Hey guys and dolls! Just a quick angsty one-shot! Haha yay...
-iamnemesis
Sam was dead.
He was dead...
Celaena was curled up in the corner of her room, a single candle lighting the room, but Celaena wanted nothing more than to plunge herself into the darkness. She shivered form the cold, her cloak still with Sam. But that wouldn't help him, he was dead.
But she couldn't leave him, not like that. Covered in his own blood and insides. Tortured to the point that he was almost unrecognisable, but he wasn't in pain anymore. She had that as a small comfort at least.
But, she was still left here to mourn, to grieve and well... to cry. But she would shed no tears, he hated it when she cried. He also hated it when she left.
She'd woken up in the keep, she'd woken up without him by her side. She'd woken up alone.
She hated to be alone.
She hated everything right now. And, when she gets the motivation... she'll get revenge on Farran.
There were voices down the hall, telling her all the secrets she needed. Then, she had the motivation to get revenge on Farran, Arobynn, and anyone else who stood in her way.
She would get revenge for the man she loved, and it would be beautiful.
It could end in death, and if so... well;
"I'm coming for you Sam."