[Thwarted]


There was a knife in the dark.

The assassin had brought down his knife, ready to plunge down the insides of your chest. He was ready to take your life.

You didn't have a shield to protect you. You were too weak, too vulnerable. You couldn't do anything else to possibly defend yourself against him. Seeing you in such a pitiful state fired up his blood lust.

And that is why it came as a shock to him when you suddenly lifted a shaking hand and started to trace the numerous scars running down the skin of his own arms with your fingers.

"Your arms. . ."

Wait, what?

His plans of quickly taking your life was immediately thwarted with such a simple move.

He halted in his actions, the knife he was currently holding was dangerously placed just above your beating heart. One wrong move and that knife will end up piercing through you.

"What happened to them?" you whispered softly, delicately, like the sounds of a wind chime swaying gently against the cool breeze.

This time, you left him frozen like a statue. He was speechless, doing nothing but remaining silent and pressing his chapped lips together into a thin line. He didn't like where this situation was taking its direction.

His once slacked grip on the handle of his knife tightened, deciding that he should end things right now. And fast.

Unfortunately, it suddenly became too difficult for him take his own orders. He scrunched up his eyebrows in sheer frustration and puzzlement. Why couldn't he kill you right on the spot? All he had to do was sink his knife deep into your flesh and the deed was done—just like what he does to his other victims.

"That's none of your business," he spat coldly, his glare on you turning darker.

That's right. His scars were none of your business. You shouldn't be concerning about them in the first place. In fact, you should be more concerned for your own life right now.

For a moment there, he managed to snap out of his daze and getting rid of his hesitation. He proceeded to press the tip of his knife against your neck this time, drawing out a small amount of blood. Perhaps you'll take it as a threat and shut up.

"Now, if you'll be a good little girl and not struggle, I'll do you a favor and end this as quick as possible."

But to his dismay, the worried look you continued to send his way threw him off the roof once again.

Which made him realize that you did not even fear him from the very beginning.


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