Blood and Vows
578 Words
The scent of dampness lingered in the air. The air itself felt thick, even oppressive. Shadows danced from the narrow windows, stretching over the stone walls. A blade lay on the damp ground, smeared with the blood of a man who no longer had the luxury to breathe.
Aiden wiped his hands against his pants, the metallic tang lingering on his fingers. Bodies lay in the dim room, the second phase of the plan complete.
The door ahead still dripped with grime. The night was long, too long now, but it had to be.
Bianca exhaled but said nothing. Along the far side, Vance moved in, barely making a sound. He was used to this, the c*****e, the inevitability of it.
Aiden turned when he felt eyes on him.
Bianca met his gaze. It was a question and a warning all in one.
He understood.
Unspoken words passed as steel met steel. The air thickened. The floor held secrets, and in the darkness, those secrets whispered like ghosts.
A Final Reckoning
More steps. More movements. Blood had dried on the cement floor. This was not the first time it had.
The next footstep wasn’t one of their own.
The man’s head tilted, a scar slashing across his lip as he stepped closer.
“Fools,” the man murmured. “Still fighting.”
Bianca’s breath stilled. “Who?”
The man chuckled, voice twisting the silence.
Aiden lifted his chin.
Bianca shifted, her voice sharp. “Not one step.”
But the man did. “Or what?”
Aiden exhaled carefully. “You shouldn’t be here.”
A snort, quiet and cold. “Because I want the crown?”
Aiden’s jaw tensed. “No.”
Bianca raised an eyebrow. “But he had his chance and threw it away. Now he’s found it irresistible.”
The man smirked. “Interesting. Finally noticing?”
Aiden remained at the threshold, Bianca at his side. The man had a knife, but it was a formality at best. He wasn’t a threat now—he was a mess. Power had twisted him beyond repair. The world was crumbling, and he wanted the ruins.
It was a declaration of war.
No More Running
Aiden inhaled deep. The air stung.
Bianca’s hands were steady, even as her thoughts whirled.
She didn’t blink as she lifted the gun. “Last words?”
The man opened his mouth. Maybe there was a prayer at the corner of it, or maybe not.
Bianca pulled the trigger. Short. Clean.
The silence stretched. No sound of battle.
Somewhere, a clock ticked. The world continued.
Aiden opened the door, taking them into the unknown.
The night settled in. Bianca stayed at his side.
Blood and Vows
The night was alive, and Aiden & Bianca adjusted in silence, taking in the city’s breath.
Bianca inhaled. “So, what now?”
There was dirt on her boots, her skin, her hands. Nowhere to wash it off.
Aiden shook his head. “We move.”
The stars, molten. Burning. The skyline stretched past them as if it had an answer.
Aiden’s voice was soft. “No turning back.”
She took one last glance at the locks. Tomorrow.
It’d be different. Maybe.
In another time, in impossible seconds, life might’ve been different. But there was no space for maybe anymore.
Tomorrow arrived too fast, and Aiden and Bianca would be waiting.
It was blood. It was fire. It was war.
It was vows, scarred.
- Writer
