Dak spat out blood.
He could barely breath. Each time his chest rose sharp pain echoed throughout his body. Each time he gasped at the sheer amount of agony he was feeling. It was torture.
"Oh my my..." came a voice from above him. "you seem to be enjoying yourself."
The voice giggled.
Dak managed to open his dark eyes and past his soaked long black hair to the woman who was standing above him. He hair was short cut off at her chin but was stark white with touches of silver. Her youthful face was round and her green eyes held both mischief and some semblance of lust in them. Her figure was short but well curved. If Dak had to guess she was probably about five foot five. She wore a dark corset with teal trim along with a long black skirt that reached to her ankles. There he saw the pair of dark heeled boots that were resting on his broken leg.
The pressure from her heel sent waves of nusia throughout Daks body. He let out a strangled gasp and more fits of coughing insued. Goblets of blood clung to his mouth leaving the metallic aftertaste that made him spit disgust. He wanted to growl at the insufferable woman. She was the reason he was in this mess right now.
His leg was broken along with three of his ribs. There were fragments of metal stuck into his left arm and he couldn't feel anything in his right as it felt numb. He was positive that he was internally bleeding and that his lungs may be collapsing on him. But he wasn't the only thing broken around him.
The ground itself was completely destroyed. Various fires were around him and he could feel the heat of them as they continued to spread amongst the debris. There were pieces of metal much like the ones in Dak's arm strung out of the concrete that was also destroyed. There was shattered glass and crumbled metal from the buildings roof laying around.
Overall the place looked like it was a warzone.
And Dak was the only casualty.
That was his choice to make. He knew that fighting this woman in a public place would prove costly He had to move the fight elsewhere.
But at a cost.
He coughed up more blood and felt his vision go blurry. He closed his eyes as the woman put more pressure on his leg. He clenched his teeth and fought the urge to scream for he knew she would be enjoying it herself.
Suddenly a weight dropped on top of his form and he felt pressure on his hips. He looked to see that the women had straddled him and was leaning down so her face was right in his. Her eyes glistened with malice. She took a finger and wiped at something on Dak's forehead. When she brought it to her lips he realized it was his blood. Damn.
"Now I own you, Dak." She giggled and licked the blood off her finger her eyes going wide with excitement. "Now that bitch will never have you." She smiled a toothy grin. "You will be mine forever."
Pain came to Dak's chest. But not that of his body. But the pain of longing. The pain of sadness. It hurt him more then anything in his life. He coughed again and felt tears begin to well in his eyes. He couldn't save her.
He couldn't save his amore perduto.
The look on his face must have changed cause the woman smile turned into one of hatred. Her face contorted and she reached down to the back of her dress and pulled forth a long blade. The weapon was serrated and had its teeth along the blade hooked in both directions so that when she plunged it into Dak's arm he couldn't help but scream.
"What kind of face is that!." The woman yelled at him pushing the dagger further into his arm. "I am your mistress now! That bitch has done nothing for you! All she did was take your feelings and toss them aside. She never told you anything how she felt. All she did was get angry and hold them inside!." She yanked the dagger out causing Dak to scream again. But it was cut off when the weapon enterd his other arm. "HOW CAN YOU STILL LOVE HER!"
Dak didn't know how to respond. Because he didn't even understand why he felt this way for amore perduto. Why did he care for someone who wouldn't tell him what bothered her. Why would he care for someone who didn't understand that you can't work things out alone. Why would she feel that way?
There were to many questions. All of them unanswered due to silence. He couldn't feel anything anymore. A part of him didn't want to feel anything. He lost her because of his own choices in life. He failed at doing anything for her. All he did feel.
Was nothing.
The woman sitting on him screamed out and yanked the blade from his arm.
But Dak didn't scream.
She the twisted it so that it was held in both her hands and the blade pointed down.
Dak didn't move.
She screamed and the blade came down and stabbed Dak in the chest.
Dak made the choice to say nothing.
