CHAPTER 2 - "CUT"
You know, to open a non sure door is never a good idea, specially if you don't know where are you going to. B.B. Knew that but, like she knew where she was going, she entered the new room.
The nice door in fine wood closed with a noisy sound behind the girl and it bolted. She felt like in a Jigsaw game.
A great chandelier pended from the ceiling in wood as if it was going to fall, at a first sight it looked like it was made of little pieces of glass and finishing touches of silver. It didn't do a great light but it was enough to see a great statue at the center of the room representing a parchment. B.B. Didn't understand what was going on and thought that the answer would have never arrived if she didn't survived the fury of a new enemy, appearing from behind the statue.
A very tall man, dressed like a villain of star trek, ran at B.B. grabbing a big, beautiful, painfully well designed sword. The girl fell behind and the guy said:
"Cut".
The not-so-old and not-so-friendly man began to attack B.B. trying to hit her with his sword, fortunately the little girl had good reflexes. B.B. kicked the man in the lower parts, but this made him only angrier and stronger, it seemed like he was absorbing her strength.
The girl fell exhausted on the floor.
"Your weakness is my strength, your fear is my courage, your blood is my water" said the man.
"Somebody said that 'Words hurt more than the sword', I personally think that both are really painful, but nothing wins against a good old bloody speech before the death.".
One moment before the death, you should see the most important moments of your life, strangely B.B. didn't see anything. It was her moment wasn't it? That man would have trespassed her with his sword causing an impressive explosion of blood in his face, like a fountain wouldn't he?
No. Fucking fortune I imagine.