The Serpentine's Revenge

Chapter Ten

“My name is not Arian Casakiar. My real name is Cobalt. And I was never your ally.” Each breath that Arian took made me angrier and angrier. I wanted him dead. No, I wanted him to suffer as I did. I don’t want him dead. I wanted him destroyed.

“The only reason that Cobalt could do it was because of him.” said Allura, as a sleek figure stepped out of the shadows and he pulled out his sword. Adrien Black stood in front of me, back from the dead.

“Are you ready for our second rematch? I think it’s time for you to join your parents in Hell.” The guards dropped me and I barely dodged his blade. I sliced open his throat. There wasn’t even a scar. He died right in front of my eyes. I saw the blood drip down his neck.

I pulled out my sword. “I killed you. You stopped breathing. How are you still alive?”

“Magik? I might ask you the same question. We made a promise to meet in Hell.” Adrien said as he charged at me, and I blocked quickly. He jumped back, trying to run in the opposite direction.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll get there eventually.” I heard chains fall onto the marble floor.

“But you will get there first.” Cobalt notched an arrow in his bow, pointed in my direction. His eyes were red. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Allura walking away from where Cobalt stood. I ducked, and Cobalt’s arrow soared past me. It embedded itself into a soldier’s chest behind me. I ran towards Adrien, and grabbed his sword out of his hands. I stared into his eyes.

He helped kill my parents. He helped Cobalt. He helped Crimson and Allura. He is one of the reasons why my parents died. “Give me back my sword, you bitch.” Adrien said.

I raised my eyebrows. “Only if you give me back what you took.”

I tightened my grip of the metal blade, and cracked it in half. Metal splinters shot out of where I snapped the sword in half.

“How in the world…? You broke the world’s strongest sword! They told me I would win with that sword!” Adrien looked at the jagged tip of his broken sword, still holding the handle.

“Don’t be naive. I broke wood stronger than that.” I attacked, jumping on top of him. “Are you prepared to know what pain is like? You will forever live with the pain I had to live with.” I lifted the shards of his sword. He would die by his own sword. Before I could bring my hand down, he pushed me off, and took one of the knives hanging at my side. He cut open my cloak, revealing my tattoo. Everything stopped. Everyone looked at my wrist.

“Holy s**t,” whispered one of the guards.

Suddenly all the guards pointed their weapons at me. I stripped off my cloak, my arms prickling with chills. I pulled out one of my long daggers. A dagger in one hand, a sword in the other, and the wits and knowledge in my head. I held the sword in front of me, an adder ready to strike.

“Huntress! Do you think your efforts would be better to save your only friend? Or do you still want to protect the home you never had?” Crimson held a knife to Cobalt’s neck.

Cobalt’s eyes pleaded for mercy.

Arian’s eyes. His crystal blue eyes; like looking into an endless ocean of freedom. It pounded into me, and I heard his voice. Arian’s. ‘To my beautiful Azuellyn: I will love you with all my heart forever.’ I shook my head, and his voice disappeared.

“Surrender. Drop your weapons.” I didn’t move. But I slowly placed my sword and dagger on the ground. If anyone’s going to kill him, it’s going to be me. Let him be burned in the fires of Hell because of me.

“NO!” Millard. He stood in front of me, dressed in his uniform for the kitchen boy. “Don’t stop fighting.” I was dreaming. Millard wasn’t here, wasn’t in danger. I stepped towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I heard screaming, and fighting. They sent me here to check what was happening.” His eyes followed my arm, to my tattoo. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“Millard. What is my name?” He didn’t budge. I walked closer to him.

“Why would you ask me such a ridiculous question? You know that I know your name.”

“My name.” I said, gritting my teeth. “What is my name?”

He hesitated. “Uhh.. Anna Marez.” I nodded. I grabbed another dagger hidden in my boot, and thrusted it skywards.

I stabbed Millard Frayard right through the stomach. He gagged. “A-Anna…” He said it the same way as Karlen.

“My name is not Anna Marez. You shouldn’t know who Anna Marez is.” Millard exploded into dust. I stared off at where Millard had stood.

I turned to face Crimson. “You can trick me with your mind games. You can’t fool me. I have many, many names.”

Then a sharp piercing flash of pain struck through me. I gasped.

I looked down at my abdomen. “Rule number one, darling: Never boast, because you can always be brought down.” She whispered into my ear.

The wound was already pulsing heavily, and a dagger poked through my vest. Right beneath my ribs. Blood soaked my hand. The dagger turned, my skin sliced and red flashed before my eyes. I crumbled to the ground, cradling my ribs, where the dagger pierced me. The stab wound shook pain through me, throbbed with unending pain.

I saw Allura above me, dagger in her hand, her eyes red. As red as the blood dripping from her dagger. My blood.

She leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Rule number two: Fight until you get what you want.”

The world went black.