You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 460

’Someone...Please! He will kill her like this!!... Dad! Where are you...!?’ — She requested in a tremble, feeling useless as nothing could she think of to get her sister out of danger. However...

Another moment of silence would come after the crash of a glass traversed down the wooden floor... solely to hear a screech that never before responded to the man.

"MARIANNE!!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME, DISGUSTING PSYCHOPATH!!!"

".... m-Marianne....?" — Theressa mumbled, blue in grief, hearing how the sister she was preparing to visit yelled with broken sound.

"I’LL KILL YOU BEFORE I DIE! STEP CLOSER AND NEITHER OF US WILL STAND!!"

’... no...’ — Theressa thought, trembling while she stood. Starting to rush in grief... towards the place her Sister remained. — ’No!... Marianne! He will kill you!!’

"You cannot go further- AH!!" — With hast, running to the athic she met the maid on her way, who would try to stop her speed only to be pushed aside and hit against the furniture. — "SHUT UP!! Don’t try to stop me!... Marianne! Paul!!"

Running up she opened the door where she could find them. Meeting the scene of Marianne with bloody hands as they held a piece of glass strongly to oppose the brother... from whose leg blood fell in agitated stance.

"Marianne..." — Theressa mumbled, faint in shock and those inside turned to see the youngest of them... Invoking in Marianne a sudden run towards her only to fall flat because of a chain that hurt her ankle... Although opposing the pain she would continue to fight and crawl as the man stepped on the hand holding the glass so she would lose it, kicking it away down the bed to strangle the sister he once said he loved.

"WHy wOulD yOu saY ThaT, MAriaNnE!! I’Ve DoNe EVerytHing-"

"khgh! Gh!!"

"EVERYTHING!!"

A thunderous noise could be heard unbeknownst those fighting life, coming from the floor below as others had heard a chosen’s trick and the terrified Theressa would not move until shock dissolved, running to help the sister who fought the squeeze of her neck... only to be hit and fall on the little pieces of glass.

"LET HER GO!! PAUL!! LET MARIANNE- ACK! AAH! Hff!!... Paul!!" — Standing back up, once again she tried to get the brother off of her sister, already weak... and her second fall would bring the presence of those who had searched for them without rest. — "PaUL!!!! STOP!!! YOU’LL KILL HER!!"

The cries of the girl were seen by the struggling one and yet the hit that would reach the one killing her would come to get his touch off of her... too late... too slow... solely allowing her fading consciousness to listen as the end of her arrived... the voices of those her souls never ceased to call.

"Marianne!" — Her name was called by a prince...

"PAUL!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!?" — And the disheartened yell of a father...

’... they....hf...finally... came...’

... Would let her say glad in the dark as life was taken from her... without learning of what was to befall those around her.

"My Lady...? Marianne!?"

Having rushed to the beloved, Zeleskiaz said to the unconscious woman as her Father shook the indifferent Paul while the youngest cried disastrously.

"What’s this?! WHAT IS THIS, PAUL!!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!"

"..."

"Hic!... Marianne...! Sniff!! Father.... Marianne....!" — Unable to look at the sister lying on the floor, still chained to a bed, Theressa broke into tears. Sobbing in grief while the Father... looking enraged at the son, clenched his everything... crying while avoiding to look behind him where he knew a terribly mistreated daughter lays unresponsive...

"... what... what have you done..... pAul..... tO yoUr SiSter....hf!" — Falling apart as the men they brought along came to take the lost son that blankly stared away, Orland stammered, wanting to drown the sobs filling him in sorrow as the aura of his child was nowhere around even though her body was near.

"... S-sir... M-marianne’s not breathing..." — Shocked... Zeleskiaz mumbled shaking as he carefully took her. — "Something’s wrong..."

"Sob!...sniff... Marianne...! Dad..! Paul... H-he... he killed Marianne....!"

"....."

The deafening silence felt the deepest for those unable to let the pain take sound... and the hand of the prince, touched her always cold body... seeing the bruises she had all over, unable to feel her like he once did... as if unreal.

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— Elizabeth... —

To the name I owned, what I felt were my eyes opened... although my being felt vanishing as if non-material... And there was nothing... only consciousness of myself being who I used to be.

What had happened was resounding in what I became, and the emotions felt alive as if happening right now.

The disgust at him trying to kiss me and touch me... the unusual escape that made him furious, beating me until the glass I knew could come in useful fell near me... and the despair and insanity that invaded me not caring anymore about what could happen.

’... I could feel how we died... how our throat couldn’t endure it....’ — I thought, sad by the cruelty and by the knowledge of what I was now had that Marianne was gone... That I was alone. — ’Haha... sniff... my sweetheart, baby red panda..... I became crazy and killed us...’

Whatever I was, resonated with the space with the pain I felt, regretful of what had happened of what I couldn’t learn and do for her... for us...

’sniff! Agh...nh d*mn it... is this how... is this how we end?’ — Feeling how I was nothing, the trembles of my emotions felt as if existing, just as I heard myself... making the grief feel stronger as it heightened the loneliness that soon would receive an echo, a wave... that seemingly clarified my shape of who I once was before those that came to see me.

"An end it is... We have been listening to your outsider soul cry... it is a wonder even for us in Izeneya how your being manages to remain in a shadow, innocent child..."

’....’ — To the sudden voices in a void space I shut up completely, thinking that maybe I was hearing things... to then listen to them again, sowing weird ideas in my head.

"... Thou presence we appreciate in this Realm nonetheless..."

’Ah...... so my final judgement has come. I figured. Yeah...’

"..... Unique you are. We well know that... Elizabeth Lowe, such was thou name before arriving in our Ama Dhemni, the Sanguine Cinder Realm... appreciation, we from Izeneya sincerely wish to give your soul... for one of ours you kept alive against a destiny we despise." — They continued to say, leaving my head blank... which they wouldn’t let go unnoticed. — "Child... has your soul lost the will to speak...? We acknowledge you have matters to tell, do you not?"