The little girl, gripped by fear, hesitated weather to glance back, yet her legs urged her onward. Her vision blurred, a consequence of the crimson life ebbing away, and with it came the struggle to breathe. From the snowy hilltop, she faintly perceived the haunting howls of bloodthirsty hounds echoing in the distance. In the twilight, her once-beloved home appeared, a distant memory, until it erupted in a fiery explosion. With heart heavy with sorrow, she turned away and continued her desperate flight. A cry of anguish escaped her lips as she stumble losing her footing over a gnarled branch.
Mommy, Daddy! Please help me!
Amidst the pristine white snow, she lay in agony, a significant loss of blood staining the pure landscape. As she struggle to lift her head, the sight of wolves racing towards her sent her spiraling into darkness; her consciousness faded as her eyes rolled back, surrendering to the void. Yet, unbeknownst to her, a peculiar transformation was unfolding within her very essence. Though born of human lineage on her father's side, her mother bore the mark of a creature of nightmares, rendering her a striking blend of both worlds.
Her body pulsed with a newfound energy, a rhythm unlike any she had known before, as her heart raced with fervor. Painfully sharp nails and teeth emerged, and her once- gentle hazel eyes morphed into a fierce, dark crimson. As she confronted the wolves, her small frame struggle to harness this formidable power; the fire within scorched her skin and ravaged her organs, yet she stood defiantly as the last warrior.
Eventually, the chilling embrace of the cold claimed her, leaving her lifeless in the snow for what felt like weeks, perhaps even months. Then, from the depths of her frozen slumber, a warm touch stirred her back to existence. Blinking against her haze, she opened her eyes to glimpse a figure with a mouth adorned by two razor-sharp teeth.
"It's alright, I'm here to rescue you. I vow to shield you, no matter the storm, little one," he declared, his smile radiating a serene warmth. The young girl yearned to respond, yet words eluded her, her weariness weighing heavily upon her. She fought to remain awake, pondering the destination to which he carried her, but her eyelids, like heavy curtains, descended, drawing her into a tranquil slumber, the last memory etched in her mind being his tender smile.
As he continued his journey, he felt the little girl drift into slumber in his arms. He paused, sensing the presence of ten souls encircling them.
" Hand over the girl!" A voice erupted in a fervent cry.
He scanned the surroundings, counting the shadows, aware that surrendering this delicate girl would be far simpler than resisting. Yet, there was an enchanting innocence about her that held him captive. Thus, he devised a cunning plan to outwit them, determined to protect the child from harm.
"Why do you keep that girl by your side? Are you not aware that she harbors peril for both beings and mortals alike? She is a threat, and the wisest course of action would be to part ways with her now!"
With swift precision, he drew his sword from the hidden depths of his back pocket, piercing it through the hearts of three assassins in a single fluid motion. A shiver of awareness gripped him as he sensed a presence lurking behind. Withdrawing the blade from the lifeless body, he raised it high, aiming it at the head of his next target. In a heartbeat, he hurled the sword with an explosive force, burying it deep within the skull.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he began to count the foes remaining. One.. he heard three voices nearby..Two...Four...two more huddle over there...Six. His mind raced as he also calculated the weapons at his disposal, assessing how many strikes he had left. They all surge towards him in a chaotic onslaught. A daring idea flickered in his thoughts- risky, yet his only option.
As weapons whistled through the air, he propelled the little girl skyward, soaring a hundred feet high. With acrobatic grace,he dodged each attack, weaving left and right, ducking beneath the lethal barrage. When the moment stuck, he seized one of the flying swords, carving his path of freedom. With a swift slice, he severed the neck of his opponent, but as she turned around another loomed.
In a flash, he sank his claws into another chest, ripping their heart and letting it fall to the ground." A waste of time." he mused." four more." He proclaims, his eyes fixed upon the heavens.
He spotted the little girl descending, mere seconds to spare, as one of the last survivors sprinted towards her, desperately trying to reach her. He dashed over to the survivor, who clawed his nails into his own skin, scratching across his chest in a frantic rush. With determination, he caught the girl, a sigh of relief escaping him as he realized she was still safe. Yet, the assassin hastened away, retreating into the shadows. Gently, he hoisted her onto his back. "It's okay now," he murmured, as delicate snowflakes began to drift down around them.
But he felt her body grow colder by the moment. She stopped breathing, and despite his desperate attempts at CPR, nothing changed. Her skin began to pale, and panic gripped him. Without a second thought, he raced to the nearest neighborhood, knocking frantically on every door.
"PLEASE! SOMEONE SAVE HER! IS ANYONE THERE?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the stillness. A figure emerged a few steps from her house, groceries in hand, pausing to observe the stranger's frantic knocking and desperate cries. Confusion etched on her face, she stepped closer, asking, "May I help you?" As she approached, her eyes fell upon the girl cradled in his arms, looking nearly lifeless." Please come in!"
With urgency, he hurried, cradling the little girl in his arms. He adhered to the old lady's instructions and gently laid the child upon the mattress. She was wounded, and he would go to great lengths to save her. As he observed the lady retrieving needles and supplies from her aid kit, a tide of worry washed over him, leaving him bewildered by the unfolding scene.
"If you attempt anything amusing, I will not hesitate to take action!"He spoke with a tempest of fury.
The man displays such rudeness and ingratitude. As he pleaded for assistance upon the cobblestone streets, my offer was met with threats. No soul in this world would dare harm this innocent girl. What fuels his overprotective nature? Could he be her father?