Chapter three is written in Letia's POV (point of View)

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The rain was freezing, like icicles rather then droplets of water, that stabbed into my skin as I ran, I crossed my arms, my shirt was sticky and drenched, and my skirt was whip-lashed and it didn't help that I was crying, I couldn't see properly, I opened my eyes a tiny bit to look where I was going, it was hard to see, the world wobbled through the sheen of tears.

But I made out a cover around a shop, I darted over on soaked sneakers under the cover, puddles splashed beneath my feet, spraying my bare legs with water. Now that I look at it, it was really stupid of me to wear a skirt. I wiped my eyes, but whenever I closed them, all I saw was the look in his amethyst, deep emotive eyes, the way they'd begged me, the way it hurt when I turned my back on him.

I hated it, it hurt so bad. It couldn't have hurt him as much as it did me, I mean, he couldn't be in love with me as much as I was for him, only a fantasy-dreamer girl would be able to fall so hard in a little over a week right? My heart throbbed as I fell against the wall of the closed shop, still sobbing, my nails dug into the auburn brick. It hurt, but it was a distraction from my breaking heart. I wanted nothing more then to turn around, and sprint back there as fast as I could, and run straight into his arms. And cry and say sorry and promise that I'd never do it again.

But I couldn't. It would only be his doom, and I couldn't do this to him, it wasn't right, I don't know what I'd do now, she wouldn't give me the money for this, and there was no way I could stand lying to him anymore, I couldn't, I wasn't strong enough, then what's going to happen to dad? Do I just watch as his brain desecrates? Do I watch the life leave his eyes, do I tell myself there's nothing I could've done as he writhes in agony against his dying breaths? Do I honestly sit by him and play the loyal daughter who would do anything for him while he dies thanks to her?

I was a joke. I closed my eyes against the cold stone, and let out the breath I'd been holding, my tears stained the brick and cement, 'I'm sorry Atem...' I whispered, 'I'm sorry father... I failed you both...' I swallowed at my sore throat, the rain pitter-pattered obnoxiously against the cover I stood under, and ran in furious falls down the edges of the metal, onto the road splattering the once dry concrete tablets.

I had to go to her, I had to go to Mary-Alice, and get out of this, there had to be another way... I didn't think I had the strength in me to push off the walls sure support, nothing in my life was safe anymore, Atemu had been, he'd drawn me into his fortress of protective arms and warm, soothing words that seeped straight into my soul like the drink I'd craved all my life. But it was useless, it was only fake love. As long as there was another alternative in my motives, it would never be real, not with the fact that I'd have to steal from him, his most prized possession never-the-less, and lie to his face.

I shrugged off the wall, clutching my stomach as if to hold my pain in, and gritted my teeth, the cold digging into me was trivial, even when I sneezed violently. I forced myself to breathe, wiped my eyes, and stepped back into the rain, I was going to do it.

Now I didn't run, I set my jaw, and walked with my arms hanging soaking and wet by my sides, water trickled off the tips of my nails and my sneakers sloshed through the almost ankle-height water that opposed me. I kept my eyes open, despite the rain that heavied my eyelashes and stung them. I weaved through the streets quietly in the afternoon, you couldn't even tell it was daytime right now with the black, watching clouds following me in the sky, anticipating. I had to keep my resolve. The picture of her formed in my mind.

It was the way she looked and acted, unpredictable, one action may mean something to human beings, but to her it would have a completely different meaning, she was like an animal, she was dangerous, and despite her pretty figure, she had the speed and strength to be dangerous too. I knew where the hideout she'd chosen was. I guess she'd trusted me not to tell anyone, my father's life hung in the balance, so she had a pretty strong bargaining chip.

I found it, it took awhile, but I refused to acknowledge that I may have been lost, I found my way eventually, that was what counted. I fit myself through the hole in the wired fence, it was cold and wet, and rusty as it scratched through my hair like metallic comb teeth.

I found the entrance easily, it was a door with a huge garage door beside it, I suspected it had been for trucks of some sort back when this warehouse had been functioning. It was weird, but I felt numb thanks to the rain now, my skin was slimy and wet as I rapped on the door, it hurt too because of the cold, everything was more painful in the cold. I didn't recognize the man who answered the door, but I sensed he was as bad news as Mary-Alice, especially since I saw a glinting metallic object in his belt before his coat covered it, 'I'm here to see Mary-Alice.' My voice was a little shaken at the intensity of his visible red eye.

C'mon Letia, if this man can break you, how are you supposed to stand up to Mary-Alice? I kept my chin up, keeping the illusion of confidence running, inwardly, I was shaking like a skeleton. 'She's busy.' He narrowed his eyes as he looked over her, 'Letia Hiroko.'

I don't know how he knew my full name, but I put my hand on the door-frame, 'It's cold out here, and I have matters to discuss, so let me in.' I tried to sound threatening, and narrowed my eyes, hoping the blueness of my eyes would appear cold.

I saw amusement flicker over him as one edge of his lips curled upwards, like he'd just witnessed something that triggered an inside joke of some sort. I watched as he stepped back, with grace that I doubt even Atem would be able to pull off, and made a 'come in' hand gesture. 'You dare demand to see her?' He asked almost to make conversation casually as I stepped inside, out of the rain.

He was perfectly dry of course, and the intense dripping of my clothes and fallen out hair was the only other sound beside our very differing footfalls. I attempted to wring out my dark, bundles hair, pulling it out of it's now pathetic excuse for a bun. 'Yes I do.' I answered as if it was obvious.

I looked around, this place had no personality, unless it was gloom. It was made of gray-scales and slightly swaying hanging chains, and cold concrete. But it was surprisingly warm in here. I was just starting to calm down, thinking I could actually pull this off, when I smelt something. It stung my nostrils, like some sort of acid, and it was mixed with something else, the salty, rusty smell of blood.

I snapped to see where the smell was coming from. And I couldn't believe my eyes, in a withdrawn section, I saw a little boy, a very familiar little boy, with the dark wild hair, looking more messy then normal, with large, purple, painful looking bruises swollen around his normally larger then life eyes and his lower lip was slit and also swollen, his nose bled, and looked like it may have been broken. The shackles on his wrists and ankles had carved layers of skin off his thinning limbs, dirty and bleeding. His clothes were torn, and he looked so weak and grieving.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to run over to him and yank the chains away, and get him to a hospital, he was dying, anyone could see it. And I made to move towards him. It hurt so much, that it was my fault he was like this, I'd betrayed him too, I was so caught up in myself, that I'd have a little boy, barely old enough to have lived lying there almost lifeless. I didn't even know his name. The pale man who was my escort lowered a threatening hand on my shoulder, 'You didn't come here to see him.' He told me, a steel look in his visible eye.

'Did you do that?' I pointed to the boy, and gave him a horrified look as he gave me a blank stare, 'How could you!'

'Same way you gave away his safety,' his voice was cold and harsh, and it caused me to visibly wince, because he was right. 'I know what I did was wrong.' I attempted to defend myself, 'I can accept that and try to fix it, would you ever do that?'

'Move along.' His tone was final, and he didn't give me a chance to answer, or even to start walking again on my own, he turned me around, and shoved me away from the room, away from the scene before me, I could've sworn, as I looked over my shoulder, I saw another body in there. I couldn't exactly run back, as much as I wanted to, he blocked my path, and I had a feeling there was no chance of getting past him. I shuffled forward, the corridors were more narrow, and darker here, hanging lights flickered white, dusty light on his eerie features.

'Do you have children?' I asked slowly, carefully, there was no way he could hurt a little kid and be a father, or maybe he was, and I could somehow convince him that what he was doing was wrong, that he should do something about it, an ally among enemies was my best bet. He didn't answer, his eyes were looking in front of me, withdrawn, was he ignoring me?

For awhile, we walked slowly in painful silence, and I jumped in fright when he answered, 'Yes.' And for a second, I didn't know what he was talking about, but then I remembered my question, and found myself whispering.

'Then why? How could you hurt a child, knowing it could very well have been yours in his place?'

'...' Another round of silence, I waited longer now for his careful answer, it wasn't a very useful one, 'Because she told me to.'

'That's it?' I kept walking, I didn't face him, it was easier not to be looking into his haunting eye, but I did slow down even more, to buy me a little more time, 'Don't you feel wrong? Don't you realise she's just using you?'

'I do.' He informed me.

'And you chose to sit by?' I whispered, 'I don't know how you could... Be such a coward.'

I regretted saying those words, I waited for him to pull whatever that was out of his belt and attack me with it. I stopped, and braced for the impact. But none came, I opened my screwed shut eyes slowly as all I got was silence, and slowly, barely, I looked over my shoulder slightly. I heeded his answer as it came in a soft, almost gentle tone, 'It's unwise to speak so openly in such company, do well to bite your tongue in her presence, for your sake.'

I nodded. And I realized we'd reached a doorway, and the mystery man slid in front of me, and through the doorway, 'You have a visitor.' Was his monotoned words.

I waited, now was when I had to be the strongest. I clenched my fists and folded my arms around my rubbery wet clothing. When he gave me a solemn look over his shoulder, I knew I had permission to come in. And I did, I made my stride long and strong. And squared my shoulders as I entered the room.

It was even barer then the rest of the black abyss. There was a table in the middle of the room, with a white light bulb dangling above it, and a metal portable shelf in the corner, lined with objects I was too scared to inspect. I looked back to what was on the table, or who.

There was the other one, the older girl, she couldn't be much older then I was, and she was the other I'd turned in. She was shackled to the table, and she was conscious. I stared at her torn body. Around what were normally passionate brown eyes, was red, ugly markings, burns, and her eyes were bloodshot and discharge leaked from the corners. Her lashes looked like they were almost burned away, but they were still there. There were two cuts along her cheek, leaking sheets of blood down over the bridge of her nose. Her hands were clenched, her own nails had gauged pierced in her palms from clenching so hard and struggling. There was also a long slice from the inner end of her right eyebrow, down over her nose.

Mary-Alice was leaning over her, her elbows on either side of her head and one of her sleek nails stroking along the edge of her forehead, the predator and her prey. I met with the girl's pained eyes, and I turned away, I almost threw up right then and there. The nausea crept over me like a heavy shadow.

'Letia darling,' Her daunting voice attempted to soothe, 'Is something wrong?' She was mocking me, as a soft, slither of laughter escaped her pretty lips.

I'd come here with intentions of demanding my money, and getting out of this. But what came out of my mouth as I turned to face her was, 'Let them go, I want you to let them all go, and leave Domino City and don't come back.'

She actually looked surprised as she caressed the girl's hair possessively. The girl looked in so much pain, but she kept silent, her burnt eyes took me in, and she listened to my words. 'Such ambition.' Mary-Alice cooed, 'It's respectable.' She rolled her shoulders and shrugged off the table, the girl gave off a sigh at the distance that provided between her and the persecutor of her pain. Mary-Alice approached me.

'So young, yet so brave.' Her hand brushed my cheek. I tried not to shiver at her touch, 'You could take your money and go save your father, but you choose instead to demand I release two insignificant strangers, someone would call that a betrayal to your very life's purpose to protect your family before anything else.'

'What would you do?' I whispered, and then wished I could take it back. Why did I have to say the first thing that came to my mind? Knowing her she'd probably kill them all to eliminate all the weaknesses or something.

A smile tweaked at her lips, 'Family comes first, you're a stupid brat to not think that,' her voice had a new tone that was worse then any I'd ever heard from her, it was full on severe venom, ten times worse then the normal, and I felt myself shrinking as her cold, contently furious eyes that fastened on me, burning into me. I stepped back away from her, and my back brushed the man-whose-name-I-didn't-know's chest.

I knew he felt the scared shaking of my body. He muttered, 'Shall I escort her out?'

She glared at him like he disgusted her, 'Godric,' She spoke softly, 'You will escort her nowhere, not until I remind her of her place.' She turned to me. and I felt Godric moved from behind me to leave. Mary-Alice wordlessly pointed to him, 'No.' She told him sternly, still killing me with her gaze, 'Stay in here Godric.'

I didn't like the tone in her voice. I felt the color leave my face in terror when she plucked up a blade, and lifted it, murmuring, 'It's girls like you that disgust me,' she gestured to both me, and the girl on the table, 'You mistake lust and fairy tales for love, when it doesn't exist anywhere then in your family.' She was over at the table in a flash, and the girl struggled weakly as she blade rested against her jugular, 'No, please...' she whispered as she tried to move away from the blade.

'No!' I reached out, and ran towards her, I let out a sharp shriek as she smashed me against the wall with such strength that I coughed and my head spun, and the knife sliced straight through my hand, embedding into the wall as I screamed. The pain was sharp, and like fire, the the impaled skin of my hand bled, dark, thick blood mixed with my wet skin as it ran slowly down the wall, painting the gray, a deep burgundy red.

I couldn't move my hand, if I did, it hurt. She stepped back, and watched me stand there in shock, too afraid to move, and immobilized by the knife, the pain shocked my whole arm, and I was sure she was going to kill me, my eyes watered up, and slipped down my cheeks as she stared at me, my breathing was scared whimpers as she leaned towards me. I braced myself with my other arm, closing my eyes and looking away, 'I'm sorry!' I screamed, defeated.

She stopped her advance, and her cold breath rolled off my bare arm. 'You will complete what I want you to, when I will it, if I want you to kiss my feet, you will do so, and you will not question, defy, or betray me, or I swear, I'll slit your father's throat, then I'll come after you, you can't hide from me.'

And she swept from the room, her icy words embedded into my shivering heart. I clenched my fingers slightly, and pain throbbed down my wrist. There was only Godric, the girl on the table, and me in the room now. And I felt like a knife had been lifted from my throat as I looked at Godric, his eye held deep, longing despair. And he approached me at a slow saunter, I felt afraid, I had no idea what he was going to do, whose side he was on, why would be pick me? His loyalties were undying to that woman. He might as well stab me now.

I cringed and wailed when he grabbed the hilt of the dagger, and with a single yank, freed my hand from the wall, it fell to my side uselessly, and I cupped it in my good hand, the blood sliding down my skin, it made me ill.

He said nothing to me, and I was glad, I didn't want to hear anything from him, or anyone for that matter, I was vulnerable, and I felt like I'd been stripped naked. I looked down, stunned at my injury again, I could no longer feel my fingers. I looked to Godric slowly as he untied the girl on the table, who was trembling, who whispered softly, 'Why...?' I don't know what she was addressing, there were so many questions to be asked with that one word, so many that wouldn't be answered.

I looked longing over at her as Godric helped her up, Her arm around his shoulders as he lifted her up no doubt to take her to join the others. Godric gave me a silent look, and told me, 'Leave here, and obey.'

And I did, I ran.

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