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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Asilia lay in the room where able had beaten her almost to death. She could barely move, let alone escape. Her body was still cut and her arm still hung limply at her side. She knew it was broken in several places. Her guess was she would never be able to use that arm again if she didn't get a docter to set it soon. But that was the least of her concerns right now. Her hair was matted and stained with blood, and her white dress was torn and stained pink in many places. She was bleeding all over. Mainly from the back of her head. She was loosing too much blood at this point. She would not surveve much longer without help. She knew this and closed her eyes to await death. Who would save her in this place? The assassin who was going to kill her anyway? The man who almost killed her earlier? The reapers? Wraiths? No. She didn't think anyone would save her now. So I am to die here..... So cold...... So alone........ I... I never imagined my life.... Would end this way....... I... I'm scared...... I don't wana hurt anymore.......Asilia thought.
 
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Asilia could no longer feel the cold wind. He body was numb and painless. She was finaly starting to be taken by death. Strangely, she was now ready for it.
 
Ghost found Asilia, and quickly picked her up in his arms. He hurried to find her some shelter, forming a large coat of Threads. He couldn't bring her back to Aura, or Abel would know of his treasonous actions. He has to keep him in the dark for as long as possible. He brought her into the Reapers quarters, hiding her in one of the empty rooms.
 
Amelia After a quick, uneasy nap, Amelia took again to wandering the halls of the crystalline castle. Eventually, she considered the probably-half-dead Tsukiborodo girl. If she bled to death, they'd have no leverage over the other Tsukiborodos, and their fun would be ruined. She retreated to where she had last known the girl to be, possibly to drag her off to the medical wing by her hair, but saw nothing but the lingering 'traces' of blood.



(Wait... Can't sins die only if their core is ruptured? She's an unnamed sin...)
 
(True... :l I forgot)


Ghost took to bandaging her wounds, his pace hurried as he wrapped his Threads around the girls injuries. He formed a cast from the Threads around her arm after carefully snapping the bones back into place. He hated the sound of her wimpering, but he knew he couldnt leave her like that. In the end, he found himself holding her close, keeping her warm to the best of his abilities. "Don't die on me, kid..."
 
(Asilia's core wasn't touched tho.)


Asilia looked up with her faded eyes and saw ghost. "H...ey.... Your my daddies friend....... D...did you come.....to.....s...save.......m..me....?"
 
Ghost had a guilty look on his face as he held her closer as if she were his own child. "You're going to be fine..." It sounded more like he was convincing himself rather than Asilia.
 
Amelia Having searched several empty rooms, Amelia found nothing of the girl besides the traces of blood from the 'disagreement' earlier. Still, she paid little mind to it. Perhaps someone had already removed her to the medical floor of the place? She should probably go herself; the arm that the brat had injured was probably going to be permanently useless soon, if it wasn't already. And besides, to her knowledge, her sister was still there. Once she reached the medical area though, the first thing she noticed was the empty bed that Leah had occupied. What was more, there was a gash torn in the sheets and mattress as well. She was barred from her thoughts though as a nurse, who seemed to have been waiting rather impatiently for the assassin to return to the medical wing on her own terms, nudged her forward toward a different place and somewhat forcefully sat her down onto one of the beds. Though the assassin had only intended to get a fresh dressing of bandages, the doctors had long-ago determined that there might need to be a little bit of muscular reconstruction surgery if she intended to use her hand again. Despite Amelia's protests, the nurse stuck her arm with an IV of anesthetics, and waited for them to do their work. Within minutes of the nurse's rather self-satisfied gait walking away, the stuff began to kick in and images began to blur until they faded slowly into white, then black.
 
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"T...thank you Mr boo Ghost....... " Asilia wispered. She was more awake now. But still verry much out of it. She was weak and could barely move.
 
"Save your energy, Asilia. Get some rest." Ghost spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. He listened for any Reapers that may enter the room, despite how unlikely that was. They usually tend to stay in their rooms or wander the halls, and rarely enter rooms that are not their own.
 
"I....I'm scared to sleep...... I don't wana not wake up like mommy said some hurt people do...." Asilia wimpered.
 
"Don't worry. I promise you, you'll wake up. I'll throw you into a cold lake to wake you up if I have to." Ghost scowled. This girl needed rest.
 

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