Chapter Three: Bloody Memory (part two)

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Recap:

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and another grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, hard enough that she whimpered. She struggled against the person but they only held her arm tighter, threatening to pop it out of its socket.

The pain was too much; Alina buckled to her knees, whimpering softly.

"Do you promise to stay quiet?" A voice whispered in her ear.

Part two

Alina nodded quickly, hoping to God nothing really bad would happen.

"Ok then." The hand pulled away from her mouth. "Come with me." Her arm had not yet been released as she was being pushed towards the window, which was…open….when had?

"Who-"

"Just go! Hurry up!" The voice sounded somewhat familiar…kind of like…"Envy?"

"No. Now shut up and go out the window!"

Alina yelped and stumbled forward and tried to resist, but this only resulted in Alina getting hurt worse as she tumbled out the window, landing hard on her back. "Bastard!" She groaned as she used her arms to push herself up to a sitting position, yelping when someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the ground.

"Hey! Hey, let go of me! Who the hell are you?"

She was jerked to her feet and proceeded to stumble across the ground behind the leather clad man. She bit her lip. 'He's going to murder me...' She thought once more trying to pull away from him.

This went on for about five more minutes when she was thrown to the ground near the lake. Her body said she was falling. Her mind said she could fix that. In a sudden burst of confidence, she put out her hands and, using the ancient lessons from kindergarten gymnastics class, sprang into a flip, her arm muscles screaming in agony.

After a sloppy display of a back flip, Alina did manage to land on her feet. And she turned to glare at the man. But he hadn't been phased by a single thing she had done. He only stood there, his muscular arms folded across his chest, sunglasses set on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you done?" He asked, sounding amused.

Alina blinked. "Um? Can I ask a question?"

The man shook his head. "No….You can't. Sit down, on the ground. I want to speak with you."

Slightly (ok, majorly) confused, Alina complied and sat on the grass, looking at the man who stayed standing. "So………what do you want to talk about?"

"You….I don't know WHY Master wanted your family dead but he told me to come make sure you all were disposed off. And seeing that you're still alive tells me that for some reason, Lust failed in her mission. Any idea why? No? Maybe it's because your father was too close to the truth, hm?" Greed smirked, and almost immediately snapped his eyes past Alina and narrowed them.

"Greed…" A familiar voice drawled. "I didn't know you where in town."

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