The night stood silent outside the window, a gentle breeze made the young woman shiver the white haired man sat in front of her, ready to hear her story.
Leila sighed and looked down, avoiding his gaze as best as she could. "T-This will be a bit long, maybe we can talk about it tomorrow-!" but her words were quickly interrupted by him.
"The night is still young; and after all that has happened, I don't really feel like sleeping." Ja'far answered with an encouraging smile, which made the female turn away.
She sighed once again and organized her own thoughts so she could find a way to start talking without him getting confused. "Well, I'm not really proud of my childhood but, I used to be a thief."
"I don't really remember when I started robbing, nor my family. I just see myself on the streets, tricking the caravans or sometimes even threatening people so I could survive." Her volume turned down as she kept talking "I became famous soon enough, the caravans often avoided walking on poor streets; they hired bodyguards so I couldn't act. And every time that happened, I moved into another town." Ja'far stayed silent as she kept talking, even when she stopped, remembering those thoughts must have been really tough for her, and he wouldn't pressure her to keep talking.
Her gaze was absent, as if she was deep in her thoughts "I-I sometimes can hear them, those screams; those I've killed… they still hunt me on nightmares." She clenched her fists, she now seemed in another world.
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"C'mon you idiots! Hurry up if you don't want to get killed!" a young Leila yelled as she pointed her knife to the man's throat, a wide smirk across her face as those desperate merchants would fill the bag with money.
"T-Take it, but don't kill our friend!" a man said, handing the bag full of coins to the child. She smirked and pushed away the man back to them, walking away with the bag full of money. "Thanks for the money old man!"
Leila walked down the street with an apple on her hand, she had gone to her small hideout to keep the money in a safe place and bought the apple as she was walking. The small girl took a bite and looked at her surroundings which were the same as always; Sick people, starving children and abusing bastards. She was not the best, though. But she would never threaten against someone poorer than her, that's why she felt different from those idiots.
The small girl stopped at a small abandoned house, she heard a small commotion inside so she decided to silently walk inside. A big strong man threw a sick woman against the wall furiously. "Can't you do your work properly?! You're obviously an idiot and I can't stand that!" he yelled as he kicked the woman's face repeatedly.
PACK!
The bitten apple fell to the ground, and the man turned around, his face showing his annoyance and fury "You threw that brat?!" he asked obviously pissed. Leila just smirked at him, resting her hand on her hip, ready to draw her knife any moment. "What if I did old man?!" she pointed her finger at him "You should stop abusing people weaker than you!" she yelled.
The man smirked "Don't tell me what to do brat, get lost!" he smirked before kicking the woman once again, this time harder than before. Leila froze as she felt her body boiling of anger; in a glimpse, she ran into the man and climbed onto his back, drawing her knife and pointing to his throat. "I told you to stop!" she yelled making a small cut to scare that bastard.
But she didn't expect that.
The man laughed, suddenly falling backward to crush the girl, Leila gasped as she felt the man's weight over her body. "That's all you've got brat?! Don't try acting as the hero if you're just a small weakling!" he yelled, adding more pressure to his back to kill the girl.
Leila clenched her fists, her heart racing as she feared the worst.
SLASH!
The girl quickly stepped back as the lifeless body fell completely to the ground, soon making a puddle of blood. She stared in shock at the corpse, gazing at the knife she was holding on her right hand; which was full of that red stain. Leila started shaking, she slowly dropped the knife to the floor and stood up, walking to the woman she had protected a while ago.
As she walked closer, she knew it was too late, her face was full of bruises, blood falling down her nose; that woman was already dead. Leila stepped back trembling, her body started to feel weak thanks to all the adrenaline she had used seconds ago. The child looked at her own hands; the hands of a killer, both of them were covered in red.
The girl quickly stepped away from both corpses and ran away from that abandoned house, leaving those corpses behind; the night being the only witness of the killing.
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"After that I remember going to the river trying to clean myself…" she said with sorrow, looking at her own hands "B-But no matter how many times I did it, I could see those stains of blood all over myself…." Leila's voice started shaking, Ja'far stayed silent as he looked at the girl with no emotion, trying to find the correct words to say to her.
"Not everybody is proud of their past." He finally spoke, making the young woman to look at him. "But, if you want to keep going, you have to overcome it… even if you did something wrong." He said smiling weakly at her. "I'm not different to you." He said quietly as he stood up. "You must be tired, you should rest and we can continue tomorrow, okay?" the white haired man asked with an encouraging smile.
Leila looked at him speechless, managing to nod as he walked to the door. "Goodnight, Black Spirit" he said with a bit of teasing on his tone as he left her on the room alone. The short haired girl smiled to herself and looked at the ceiling "Overcome the past…huh." She giggled and closed her eyes as she laid on the rug. Thank you, was her last thought before falling asleep.
It was the first night in so long without nightmares.
A/N: SO this is chapter 3! I hope you liked this and don't forget to review! I want this chapter to seem like a tale every night. Leila's past sure is interesting, right?! :D
See you next update!