Ivan [Part 6]

The feeling of losing his consciousness woke Dante up. It was a surreal feeling that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He brought his hands towards his head-

Clang~

His hands were tied, no, cuffed, together. They were soaking in blood.

Why?

What happened?

His blurry sight lowered from the tip of his fingers, only to stop at his lightly slit wrist. He was bleeding from there. It didn't look like it would stop. So that's why the lightheadedness, he thought.

"Ack." A soft groan from his side took his attention. Lustrous golden hair entered his sight. Blood. It smeared the hair. Realization hit the man as his hazy sight regained its light.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Wake up!" He crawled towards her, leaving behind a trail of red liquid. As he got closer, a deep wound on her head revealed itself. She groaned again and tried to turn towards him. It relieved his heart when he saw she was still conscious.