1 No weakness
The sound of cries of pain and despair could be heard from a dark little room. Anyone that comes into this room can never leave, they will live in despair.
A man, his dark bangs covering his eyes that is badly scratched, exposing his red meat. Fresh blood flowing down his severely wounded neck
down...
and down...
and down...
making a pathway of blood across his body. He could see his blood laying in pools around him, surrounding him. His vision was a bit blurry, but he slowly adjusted to the dim light of the dark room.
A silhouette can be seen in the shadows....
'a 170cm man? no. A woman? yes, a woman!'
The man slowly but steadily moves his weak legs, hoping that he could see this woman's face.
Then...
in a split second, a blade came, slicing through the man's weak leg. Leaving a cut deep enough to make the man unable to move.
His stomach felt sick as the blood drained out of his body. His teeth was bloody red from the flowing fresh blood coming from inside, drizzling down his pale face. Like rain down a window pane.
The mysterious silhouette slowly walked, passing the pools and droplets of blood. She walked as her dark soft hair fluttered in the air, her tight charcoal-like dress clung onto her body, complimenting her perfectly sculptered curved body.
Her hand pulling his chin upwards, letting him see her V line shape face, narrow lips, her pointy nose. But what really made him astonished was....
her big round pitch-black eyes
He couldn't see a murderer in her, nor a phsicophat. She has no emotions in her, only darkness can be seen in her eyes.
'She is expressionless and emotionless...? She doesnt feel anythin- when she bruished me..! Who is this woman?'
Her hand slowly brushing through his bloody pale skin, taking him back to reality. A reality nobody wants to be in. Her hand stopped, and she begin to stand up and went back on her way.
But, the man still confused, curious about this woman in front of him. The man get a hold of her ankle, trying to stop her. She smirked as she turn her attention on him, and bent down, face to face with him.
'The murderer and her victim'
" U are trying to find my weakness, aren't u?"
Her voice wasnt loud but it made him shiver in fear. Using all his energy he mumbled,
"Wha if- I aam?"
She chuckled, at this pitiful guy, who knew nothing about her.
"Well... I'm sorry to break it into you. But, I have no weakness."
She shakes his weak hands of her ankle, She took out her dagger near her right ankle. Pushing it in his chest, finishing him, here.
Satisfied, she moved up, starting to walk through the door across the room. Leaving the man in the dark room.
A bright light shines from the gap, showing a man and brutally bruised, with deep cuts from the top of his head down to his toes. His own blood stainning his cotton clothing. He was surrounded by his own blood.
The mysterious woman came out of the room, clean with no stains of blood. Nobody would suspect that she bruised the man. Nobody would, and Nobody will.
The mysterious woman, known as The Dark Rose, the leqend when it comes to killing men, woman, and children. Enslaving them, till she got bored of them and kill them. That is her specialist, her fighting skills and brilliant high IQ makes her unbeatable...
