[Sarah]

With her black assassin clothes on her almost looked like an angel of death. Though much more attractive and a little more terrifying. Minus the wings she practically glowed black and she swung her silver scythe with such speed it looked like she was bending light. When with her scythe her enemies ended up lying dead in little bits as opposed to one whole part. She could even use the momentum of her blade to propel herself forward or backwards. Making it easier for her to dodge hostiles or close the gap between her and her target.

[Sarah]

With one last longing look at her friend Tia bowed her head. “I have to go, I have to keep you safe, and I have to keep my promise.” Tia left quietly; she practically vanished into thin air. But Ella knew where she was, her eyes followed her until she couldn’t see anything anymore. She was broken, her other half had been stripped away from her.  All she could manage to do was drag herself back inside and up to her room. Her bed welcomed her with warm comforting arms and Ella doubted she would leave the sheets again. Either Tia would come back and get her, or her enemies would kill her. Either way Ella wasn’t going to move. At least she wasn’t while feeling like this.

[Sarah]

Three Years Later…

“I’ll never tell you where she is.” Ella’s broken voice was hardly heard. Blood splattered her clothing and deep wounds cut though her stomach and blood seeped through her clothing. No one made a move to stop the bleeding. A sharp smile cut across her torturers face. His scars were easily seen and deep, contorting his face into something of intimidation. At first Ella had stood her ground but she had been outmatched.

[Sarah]

She heard the knife slide out again, a sharp sound, one that Ella used to love. At this point she was too weak to kept her eyes open and didn’t quite see the point in watching the satisfaction smear across the sadists’ face. She didn’t know his name, but he was on the list. An employee of her former employer.  After three years she was confused as to why she was still wanted. A loose end that needed to be tied up she supposed. But it didn’t make sense the suddenness of it all. It had been a little over three years of Ella living on her own and after the first year and a half she was sure that the rest of her assailants had lost interest.

[Sarah]

Sure there was the random name popping in for a visit now and again but over the years it had been less and less likely for her to get attacked. And of the times she hadn’t been in a situation where she could not handle herself. It frustrated her now that there was nothing she could do. After so many years of getting over Tia and keeping herself safe she’d almost forgotten about anyone who wasn’t on the list. Not that there where many to begin with.

[Sarah]

Her parents had abandoned her to the foster system when she was three and there were no other blood ties who were interested in taking care of her, none who were even interested in visiting with her. As far as she knew they were all dead. And so much for Tia protecting her, there was a point in time where every day Ella had to kill someone who was trying to kill her. She hadn’t even heard word from Tia, Ella went as far as torture to get even a hint at Tia’s state of being. No one knew a thing about her. Everyone knew about Ella though. The first few times she made the mistake of letting her attackers go with a warning. Soon the whole city knew of her home place. Still she refused to move. Deadest on the belief that Tia would be coming back.

[Sarah]

It was a shallow hope. After three years Ella had been able to figure that out. Tia had no intention of coming back, how could she? Coming back meant facing all of the broken promises. Before Ella would never have called Tia a coward, however the feelings of betrayal were resurfacing with the sudden torturing. And she began descending into the depression she had worked so hard to get out of. Now that she thought back on it though, she could see that the depression was never gone. She’d just found something else that took priority over the feeling – surviving – even when she wished so much to die.

[Sarah]

Now she wished nothing more than to die. She hated torture, never believed in it. A good clean kill was all that was needed to get the job done. Even when she needed information she hated to resort to torturing someone. “You’re going to die missy, and your girlfriend won’t be able to help you then.” Her attacker hissed in her ear. A gun pointed at her chest and she waited patiently to die. She had never been afraid to die.

[Sarah]

No shot went off, she opened an eye hesitantly. The gun wasn’t even pointed at her anymore. A black figure was in the background and the man was now pointing his gun at it. Cold violet eyes stared down at the man. With a swift movement his head was lying on the floor while his body crumpled behind it. “Welcome home.” Ella said softly, her mind fading as she passed out.

[Sarah]

Over the next three days Ella came in and out of consciousness but never opened her eyes. Massive blood loss and trauma kept her from getting up. That and the massive amount of drugs the doctors had her taking. All the while the black figure stuck by her side. Waiting for her beloved to open her eyes.

[Sarah]

“She is going to live.” Ella only heard snippets of conversation but she was never able to stay awake long enough to hear it out. “This is my fault.” The voice said to someone. “I should have stayed.” Always the voice was apologizing. If Ella had her head on straight she could have figured out who it was but all of her thoughts were swimming together making it very hard to focus on one thing.

[Sarah]

Slowly Ella opened her eyes. She felt broken, but not as much as before. It was a mixture of drugs and hospital care that she had to thank for that. She didn’t know what day it was, how could she? But she did know what time it was. The middle of the night. A few things gave that away. And while she was still recovering her groggy mind it was nice to focus on the easy stuff.

[Sarah]

She could tell it was night because Tia was sleeping in the chair across the room, the lights were off and the sky outside was black. Ella felt not only physically weak but mentally as well. She forced herself to at least seek out the obvious things hoping it’d help her mind wake up. A soft smile spread across her face as she realized that Tia was actually with her. Though she didn’t want to wake her up in case Tia decided to bolt.

[Sarah]

No, the best thing was to go back to sleep and wait until morning. Though she couldn’t exactly get back to sleep. Perhaps a short walk just to try her muscles. Taking a deep breath Ella had to admit she wasn’t sure how things would turn out.  Slowly she got into a sitting position so that her back and head weren’t supported by the hospital bed. So far so good, only a bit of soreness.

[Sarah]

Ella gingerly flopped one of her legs over the edge of the bed, both seemed to move nicely. She felt odd, didn’t she have broken bones? Something wrong to the point that she would need a cast or something. Nope, only some wrapping to keep her wounds from bleeding. As far as she knew there weren’t magic users in hospitals. When she had last been walking around they were pretty much forbidden, something about science and magic cant mix or something. At the moment Ella could not quite remember.