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If I could have any wish right now, it would be to save my friends and Harrison. I know I hate people with a passion but I love these people. I love my sister, Hellen, the Queen and Harrison. And if Alessandria likes Nemesio then I needed to save him too.
Looking at each of them individually, I made sure if I was going to die then I would remember Hellen in her dirty grey cloak and her big stick. The Queen in her stunning white armour. Nemesio in that awful blue and red fiery armour that I hate. My beautiful sister and her furious desire to protect her family.
Then Harrison, the man I loved and the man I put through so much pain and lost so much time with.
Turning my attention back to the assassins, they were close now. Maybe just twenty metres away. I knew what I had to do but I was scared of the consequences. But at least I fixed my friends into my memory.
My dulled blade spun fast in my hand before I made myself put it away and I grabbed Harrison's hand, I looked at Alessandria and said:
“Alessandria, let me break the bottle,”
As soon as the word reached her ears, I could see the conflict in her eyes. I knew she hated the idea, but we were outnumbered. We were all going to die.
“I feel different this time. I can control it,”
Whispering, Alessandria replied: “Break the bottle,”
Everyone got behind.
Harrison kissed me before he went.
I stared at the mortal fools.
How dare they attack us!
These are my friends, and I will defend them.
Letting my hate and rage take over, I could feel my tension release and my long nails hardened into claws.
My eyes turned black.
All I wanted was to kill.
I charged.
The assassins swung their swords.
They hit me.
They didn’t cut me.
I sunk my claws into the warm flesh of the assassins.
They screamed.
I laughed as their blood painted the floor.
My teeth ripped into their warm flesh.
I dashed over to another group of assassins.
Slashing their chests with my claws before drinking their blood.
Three assassins charged towards Alessandria.
I stormed out. Ripping out the assassins’ spines.
A group of assassins charged at me.
