Chapter One- A Dying Memory
She lay there. Her body was twisted at painfully odd angles and she cried blood. The demons came back, again and again, and whipped her legs and her back. She no longer cared; with no nerves left to register the pain, what was the difference? Her only hope was to see him again, before she took her last breath. She remembered his words to her, before her last journey home.
---------------------------------------Flashback-----------------------------------"You're going home, for good this time?"
"Yes." She zipped up her backpack and struggled to get it on. He helped her and brought her bike before her. There were no words for the moment. Finally he cleared his throat.
"You are used to this life-"
"My work here is done. How am I supposed to return to any semblance of a normal life back home if I'm spending all of my time here? No, it's time to go back to my life, before any of this happened."
"Will you forget?" He stared at her intently while she let the question sink in. She would never forget him. He was her savior of the feudal era, and the one who stole her heart. All that, and he didn't even know it. She would never tell. It would make going home more painful. And he was in love with another, so even the thought was pointless.
"I'll forget."
"But-"
"You've got to understand." She began to walk towards the well. His face twisted in a myriad of emotions, like a baby testing out its expressions.
"Wench!" She continued to walk away, even after his call. But the last thing she heard, as she went down the well, was a sob being choked back and a muffled voice saying, "I'll always be there to save you…"
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Now she wished she had stayed. He was her protector, her strength in battles and her light in the dark. He was moody, ill-tempered, overly protective, and utterly devoid of any social skills whatsoever. She loved him, and she would never see him again. Her bike, the last thing he had touched that belonged to her, was long gone. The demons had bent it into a mangled metal heap and then thrown it out. She looked at the stars.
The demons came to look at her one more time. She was worn out, but they were impressed. She had held out longer than any of their other victims. But it was time for her to die now. Enough was enough, and she had become a boring plaything. The demon named Hiko pulled out a wicked-looking weapon. It had three bullet barrels and two knives connected to revolving bolts at the end of the barrels. He aimed at the girl's center and shot with no hesitation.
The last thing she saw was a pair of golden eyes.