Hello, this is Littlebug21 and I would like to thank everyone reading my story. This was originally made for my English class but was inspired by music I've always listened to. This whole story was actually based on an album by a band named Flyleaf. I've done some work to the story since I last read it and have made a few tweaks to it since I kinda fell off the track I originally wanted to be on. I'm getting all my old stories done before I do anything else that tickles my fancy first. Wish me luck on getting them done.

Sadly I do not own Skip Beat, Kyoko, or even sadder Ren…

A Prisoner's Promise

"Promises are like the full moon, if they are not kept at once they diminish day by day."

A German Proverb

'Assholes. Every one of them.' Thought Kyoko. She saw two guards passing by to make sure she was still locked up. As if a teenage girl could actually brake out of a two inch bared cell. 'Correction, they're not assholes, they're dumb asses.' Kyoko chuckled to herself.

It has been months since they threw her in jail and each passing day marked how much sooner she would die. She already knew she was going to be executed for what she did… at least, that was the plan. She couldn't die now, she made a promise and she sure as hell was going to keep it.

'I guess they are right about checking up on me but that doesn't change anything.' Kyoko thought as she laid on a bed of hay in a plain short dress. Kyoko was about sixteen or seventeen and if nothing had happened, in her parents' opinion, she should have started looking at potential men. Any man would have easily said yes to Kyoko because aside from the already appealing wealth her family had Kyoko was also rich in beauty.

Kyoko's long hair would have made the hay under her look pale if it wasn't dirty now. Many of the village women have said that Kyoko's liquid gold eyes reflected her wealth. Men of the village as well say that Kyoko's voice is the equivalent to an angle's. Guards could testify that even with the bare minimal of sun leaking through the bared windows, Kyoko's light pink skin glowed just like now, in the moon light.

'It doesn't matter what I look like. All I need to do is bust the hell out of here and leave this god forsaken place.' Kyoko thought as she drifted off to a pretend sleep…..

Later on that very late night a pair of golden eyes crept through the halls of the stone jail. Nobody will ever know how she did it. Many will gossip that it was through black magic that she used or even made a deal with the devil himself to get out. No matter what though the jail cell that once held Kyoko stayed exactly as it should and the only reason the bell rang that night instead of in the morning like Kyoko had planed was because one guard decided to ogle at the fair maiden early.

'God damn it!' Kyoko cursed as the alarm bells rang and men started to shout. Worse yet, Kyoko started to see torch lights in the distance as she scaled the man-made stone wall. 'I'm so close… too close to give up now!' Kyoko grunted as she doubled her efforts to clime the wall.

Kyoko ignored the pain in grasping the too small odd edges and cramped nooks and breaks in between the stones. She ignored the possibility of falling and being killed on the spot by the guards. Most importantly, she ignored the sudden pain of the every so often splinters placed by the guards. Though Kyoko grew dizzy as blood trailed down her arms and on the wall she continued climbing until she reached the top.

Like the rumors of China's supposedly endless wall, the top of the jail's wall created a bridge. Kyoko ran on the left side of the wall hoping that the closest guard post had something leading down to the opposite side of the jail. Kyoko clutched a stitch forming on her side as she neared the guard post but stopped as she saw torch lights coming up the stairs and heard the footsteps of the idiot guards failing to keep silent. Before she could turn around, Kyoko also heard fast approaching footsteps behind her.

Without a second thought Kyoko threw herself to the literally greener side of the wall. The wind whistled about her as she thanked the Lord at the sight of a barren tree just below her. She grasped a branch which snapped from the sudden weight and instead landed on her back. 'At least I'm not dead…. Yet.' Kyoko thought as she wobbled to her feet. She wasn't able to go ten paces when the guards charged out of the jail's barrier to take her back.

"Surrender or die, filth." And "Halt scum." Mixed together from the hundred guards that started to surround Kyoko. Kyoko slowly raised her arms in a surrendering gesture as the guards enclosed her in a tight but wide circle. All of them had either spears, swords, or bow and arrows at the ready.

It all happened in mere seconds and then it was over. The guards surrounded Kyoko and even though she kicked and bit and lashed out in any way that she could, Kyoko was dragged back into the cursed building.

But, instead of taking Kyoko back to her prison cell, or even the torture room, the guards took her to the one place Kyoko had hoped to avoid. The Post.

The Post was a wooden pole in the center of the courtyard and served as an execution site for all the prisoners on death row. The only time it was used was to punish and torture the doomed before they died. In a way it was for the criminals to pay for the crimes they have committed, sort of a message where the one doomed to die possibly hours later feel the same pain their victims have felt.

At the sight of the stake, Kyoko started lash out at her captors with renewed determination. There was little she could but wake the other prisoners as she screamed at the top of her lungs and squirm as the four soldiers carried her to the Post. A fifth instructed her carriers to line her up to the chains at the top of the pole and buried in the ground. They succeeded in chaining her wrists but Kyoko grinned in twisted delight as the soldiers assumed she had been rendered helpless. Kyoko kicked out at the soldier in front of her with all her remaining energy and found satisfaction in how the soldier's neck gave a loud snap as he fell to ground.

In the back of her mind, Kyoko thought about the time when she would have never thought to hurt another person. But as the remaining three soldiers chained her ankles and the fifth brought out his personal knife to her throat, Kyoko thought to herself one last time.

'That part of me has been long gone for a long time… just like him.'

Hope your guys liked it. I'm so happy to be finally getting back to my stories and updating and finally completing them. I have a lot of new ideas for stories but I also really want to get my older ones done. Thanks for reading. Have a nice day/evening.