Guilt And Anger

"I didn't say anything." The wounded assassin tried to move but his weakened body wouldn't budge. It felt as though his body was tied to a boulder and he was being tossed into the deep blue sea, never to resurface. His head felt heavy due to the trauma. His arms felt limp by his side. One of his legs had been amputated due to his badly damaged kneecap. Finally, from his chest to his waist region was wrapped with white bandages due to his broken rib cage and abdominal trauma.

"You've got to believe me, I didn't say anything. They tried to get words out of me but I told all of them including the princess to go to hell."

"Good for you." The fake lab scientist said with a smirk framing his lips. He signalled his partner to stay guard at the ward entrance while he performed the ultimate task. "But, unfortunately for you, you didn't take the princess to hell. She is still very much alive and intact."