---Millie's POV---
I sat in the shadows as a figure appears silently out of the night. His long black hair tangle in a fitful mess floats on the wind. Like a magical spirit his whites robe glows in the darkness, but yet, his purpose and his movements are that of a cat on the hunt… or a thief on the prowl. For this figure of such radiance and grace was expected to be just that, a thief, and it was my job to make sure that all went according to plan.
I tried not to breathe too deeply as the figure kneels beside the prize. His soft golden-brown eyes sparkle as a stray ray of light hits his face for just a second. It was hard just to sit there and watch as he inspect the coffin as my mind toy with the idea that this would probably be the last time I saw this figure again. He then let out a sign, of regret or frustration I'm not sure, and then went to the head of the coffin. It took only a fraction of a second for me to realize his true plan, and backwards deeper into the darkness I step as my body seems to faze away. In an instant I am no longer in the main chambers with Marron, but beside Big Momma as she tries to restrain the thrashing creature beneath her. I had no time to tell her of what I had seen for the hour had arrive and quickly I make my way to her side and aid her in restraining the creature beneath her. Chains and Iron, and a device over his mouth, so he couldn't scream. That was what was used to stop his thrashing as the creature beneath Big Momma finally went limp. His head resting on his chest, while his arms were held above it as if he was trying to stretch upwards for something too bright for him to look at. His legs like his arms were stretch out beyond him as if he was nothing more than a broken doll. I back away slowly from this grotesque scene, for the creature, the man that rest against the cold stone wall was someone I held much affection for. To see him as he was now, terrify me, but I knew it had to be done.
"Milphey," Big Momma spoke to me in a near whisper," has Marron taken the coffin?"
I then turn towards her and bow," no Big Momma, Marron has discover that the coffin is empty."
A deep sadness fills her deep brown eyes as she looks back towards the young man chain against the wall. "Then I shall go to my room for the night and prepare myself for what must come next." "Tomorrow will be a day of much heart break and pain."
"Yes, Big Momma," I reply as she walks away. I then cast one more glance at the limp figure in chains and slip backward into the darkness and vanish once more. Tomorrow will be a day of much pain I thought as I find myself on the roof. A cold breeze suddenly makes a chill run down my spine as it foretold of greater pain. Tomorrow will be a very bad day indeed I thought as I turn my face towards the west to await the rising of the sun.
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Many days have come and went
Idly by you will always sit
Like this until the end of our days
Like this you will always stay
Is this our fate, my dear?
Ever close, but never near
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Fangs long scythes sunk into Carrot's chest as smaller teeth grip his back. Foul musty breath fill Carrot's senses as he found himself looking at the back of snake's dark throat.
"NOoooo," his voice gurgles as blood flood his throat and made its way out his mouth. His vision slowly starts to dim as the snake begins to release its poison into his body, not that it matter much, for the wound itself was fatal. The blood within acted like water in his lung as he found himself suffocating on it, drowning. Without another sound, the snake than release him from its grip and Carrots body drops back to the ground limply. Blood flow freely from the huge puncture wound on his chest and the smaller ones on his back as a small trail drip from his partially open lips.
Carrot's eyes wide in horror and fear slowly began to droop as he took his last struggling breath and then no more. His heart slowly lost its beats and soon came to a complete stop, while the snake hiss in satisfaction, as Carrot's world was devour by darkness then light. Events than flew through his mind as he saw all the people he knew and all the girls he chased. His life flash before his eyes, and then moments in time began to stand out from the rest like all the times Gateau called him an idiot. The moments when Marron would get him in trouble by telling on him and the way his father talks about him. His mother's spankings, how Chocolat and Tira always whip him, and the way Big Mama looks at him.
"Idiot," Gateau's voice speaks repeatedly in his mind. "Brother," Marron signs of disappointment follow in with Gateau's voice. Then, "Darling, I love you enough to kill you," Chocolat purr. "You been a bad doggie time for your punishment," Tira joins in. "What are we to do with you," his mother signs follows. "I don't care if you run out and get yourself killed," his father yells. "Carrot, death is a part of being a Sorcerer Hunter," Big Mama begins her speech as she roars about him going on a dangerous mission.
"STOP IT!" Carrot heard himself yell, but their voices continued on.
"Issss they the reassssssonssss you won't help ussss." Sagmis hiss. "They don't sssssseem like good friendssss to me." "We have alwaysssss back you up, and never let you down or walked away from you when you needed us." "Carrot help ussssss, help ussss to be free, and I promissssse you would never feel pain again." I promissssse we will never let anyone hurt you again." "Carrot releasssssse your heart to usssss."
"I..I..I don't know," Carrot mummer and a bright light flashed. When he reopen his eyes he was on the nothingness with the snake coils still around him. His wounds from the snake's bite were gone, without even a scratch to prove that it had every happen. He then looked up to see the snake's head over him.
"Fine, if you won't make your decissssssion now, then I will ssssssend you back to your body, and then let you decide then." The snake smirked. "I will give you two daysssss to make your decisssssion."
Carrot could only drop his head in agreement. Was his life really that horrible, or was it the snake's venom? He didn't know, and I part of him was afraid to find out.
