-Mystery-
I laid the man down next to the fire, my boots crunching the frost covered snow.
"there." I spat "the crime has been committed. You have one week."
I heard that creepy dishonorable ass hole laugh. "I'm sorry Nicholas but, I'm afraid you forgot who I am." A kick to the back of my knees had me down. He kept kicking and stomping, covering me in bruises. I fumbled for my knife for a minute until he shattered my wrist. He grabbed my shirt and hauled me to my knees. those cruel green eyes that I hated so badly glared at me in disgust. "You'll believe anything won't you?" he said, un clipping brass knuckles from his belt.
"Gods save me." I muttered.
"Pagan bastard child." he growled, punching me. I felt the blood rush down my face in warm, sticky streams. "I hope you live to see that brat tortured."
"F-Fuck you." I stammered before passing out.
-Francois-
I punched him into oblivion. The man thought I kept promises. What a laugh. I loved the way I loved the way his blood bounced against the snow, like a futile attempt to return to his body. I love blood.
AN:still regretting nothing
