Thread: La Vittima and Le Saveur

Summary Rosalba Costa was recruited into a league of assassin's at the age of 12 after a hard life. Now a young adult and an apprentice assassin, she's starting to make important allies... And make terrible enemies as she climbs her way to the assassin rank, and is given more information about the league itself. One twilight evening, Rosalba is on a mission when her partner takes a fatal and literal stab to her back and flees the scene, leaving her there to bleed out. As she continues to bleed to death, members from the opposing order- those who are enemies with the league she has affiliated herself with- find her, and realize quickly that she was stabbed by one of her own. Upon this realization, they take her unconcious body with them and to their base in order to heal her... With a price. As she comes to, they reveal unto her that for her second chance at life, they must work for them now, or die. Now Rosalba is faced with the challenge of working for another side after the trauma of being turned on by someone she cared for.try to escape and go back to all that is familiar to her with the risk of dying. But along the way, she begins to make allies and even friends or more with those who were once considered her enemies.sub Sample Post Subject to change as others inquire. Remaining part of the post with the other individual's dialogue is not concrete due to regulations with god-modding. Rosalba had turned to face the other direction, and then she felt something cold and razor sharp pierce her in the back. The pain in her body met the dismay that shook and disarmed her consciously as her knees caved in and gravity taking a hold of her. She wanted to get back up and turn around- defend herself and disarm the one that was very clearly now her opponent, but the wound made her torso stiff, limbs limp, and mobility impossible as the pain seemingly kept pulling her closer to the grounds rough surface. It was the sound of laughter that irked her pride and motivated her to painfully roll back on her other side face pitifully face her opponent. She watched as her new enemy's silhouette- the one who she had just moments before seen as a valuable ally and friend- stepped back once, seemingly to pause and watch her shudder in pain, then saunter away from her and out the room, leaving her the sole presence left. ----- An hour or so passed. Maybe it was two hours- as what had previously been twilight turned to the dark night. It felt more like broken minutes for Rosalba, however. She wanted to writhe in the discomfort, but the dull, aching wound throbbed and kept her still- her torso now heavy with the bleeding in her insides, and her limbs very clearly weak and drained. All of her energy had been drained away, and it now sit in the pool of blood beneath her- soaking her clothes and hair, coating her skin. She could no longer see clearly, the corners of her vision had darkened and any source of miniscule light that the dying out candles were distorted. A voice came very clearly from somewhere. It almost seemed to be from above, but really it had been to her right. It took effort, but Rosalba turned her head and peeked through her eye lashes. All she could see were hues of dark greys and blues, with a shining light of pale yellow and orange. The voice came again, this time closer to her. Then another voice came, slightly more to the left, but very clearly still above her. The voices were not directed at her, and she could not make them out. A hand lay itself upon her forehead and pushed her hair out of the way, and she felt herself pushing her head into the warm palm, relishing at how warm it was. Can you tell me who are? The words were now clear, and the hand didn't seem to move. Rosalba's eye flickered open, and she found that she saw still saw nothing but blurry colors. She closed her eyes to focus on her speech. R- Ro- URK-KAUGH! She felt something thick and warm bubble up from the back of her throat, with the feeling of a painful chill washing through her as she bled out from her back, and crimson dribbled from her lips. Blood. Rosalba squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. More voices wavered in the air and the hand moved away. Rosalba tried to move away, but then something warm and soft wrapped itself around her. Arms took her and gingerly lifted her up. Then the feeling of the other person lifting her up faded away, and as Rosalba fell out of consciousness, the feeling of warm tightness did not follow her into the void.