K: Magenta

"I do feel sorry for her, though."

"Then go into her room and check on her."

Slow steps toward her room could be clearly heard due to night time.

Stopping afore the door : knock knock

He turned to his friend. Confusion filled their heads because there was no answer.

However, the door was slightly open,

so curiosity took control and he slowly opened the door; his eyes sunk immediately into the growing door crack as he was awaiting a girl, sitting in the room all by herself. The door was halfway opened now and leaning on it was the body of one of the two.

The one alive tried to get his friend off the door, who'd been clinging onto it with the impaling stab of a sword. But then it was pulled back. Fast. The other stepped backwards, filled with fear. Out of the black came a powerful swing and knocked the blade against the door, severing the dead head from its torso,

making both body and caput drop onto the floor. The leaking blood made it's way to the feet of the remaining one alike a thin but thick river. His eyes were stuck to the floor,

he didn't even see the sword- "Why..?"

coming, ramming into his chest,

pushing through his heart then leaving his body again. He slid down, slowly, trying to hold onto the wall behind him but lost his grip as the strength in both hands grew weaker. Leigh moved onwards, leaving him with last words:

"There's actually something worse than death, so you're welcome."

Her hair was a pure white unlike the deeds that had been done to them. Sometimes it had gotten torn out by her father, sometimes those spots would cry red whilst the girl herself would try her best not to make a sound whenever she was in pain. Aside from the base itself, all she had known was her room she would get locked in and was rarely given education about the world and its wondrous wonders it had to offer. There were things she was passionate about to see and feel and experience but there was no hand that offered her a key to her freedom. The katana locked up in that room with her was given to her by her father with the request to finish her misery herself.

She moved through the Godsent-Military building like a killer. Being abused,

getting no help from other 'brothers and sisters',

she was utterly left alone. By staining the walls and the floor with their blood she showed her agony, hatred and sorrow, leaving behind a sorry path of emptiness. There were six other children of the family who'd been going through the training in order to become the elite class soldiers. All of them were put through it, the only one who refused and was severly punished because of that was Leigh. The children weren't necessarily blood-related but had undergone a strict program to determine whether their genes would provide for satisfactory results.

After all, they were determined to become the elite class of soldiers.

Altough she also always refused to cause harm to anyone and was not taught any combat, she exceeded them somehow, someway.

All of them fell to her sword. Brutal slashes across their bodies caused mortal wounds and finally, death.

Leigh wasn't taught any techniques,

her swings were fueled by pure impulses and thus looked unrefined and wild. What gave her the advantage nonetheless, was the black pattern on her back, something which every blood-related member of the Godsent-Family was born with. Leigh controlled it instead of letting it control her. Or was she? The pattern grew once one was in need of empowerment. It's concept was the same as how Will worked. Though, they wouldn't have to endure as much of a strain, because they had the support of the prior generation with the inherent crest. This crest, the black pattern, was the embodiment of Godsent-predecessors and whenever passed down to a younger generation, the marks would only grow in their ability of empowerment.

"Leigh." She knew whoose voice it was. The pattern covered both of her arms and legs and back. "I told your weak mother to get rid of you.",

he grunted.

The girl's white skin was now covered fully with the black pattern, her look resembled that of a fallen angel. "Lucifer.." One second she stood in the middle of the moonlit hall, the next second she was in mid air, close enough to deal the death blow to her father but he countered this blow effortlessly with his sword. Him standing, her above footing.

Both blades sparkled as they encountered one another's and with a kick Leigh was pushed back, sending her backwards away from him. His power. She tried to slow herself down to shorten the distance to her father by using her knees as brakes.

A trace of red was left behind, a good 20 metres were separating them, now. "She should have listened to me! That whore!" "Shut the fuck up, already!"

"Watch it!" Leigh was fast, but her father's speed

seemed to transport him directly above her. His wide stature seemed to contradict such agile movements, but here we were. The middle of the night filled the main hall in which he was currently facing the ceiling and holding the sword firmly with his hands in front of his stomach,

moving them and the sword above his head,

slowly turning towards the ground; in form of a slowed rotation their scowling eyes met. He had prepared his mid-air-stance, then he slashed downwards. But it was the raw sound of hitting another blade, not a head. As he neared the floor

Leigh moved her sword ,which was opposite her father's, forwards to get a hit, but was hit instead due her flawed enraged state.

Her katana slipped, too much force made Leigh unsteady and gifted the enemy sword an opening, whose power from the downward slash was transfered to the following attack and thus cut slightly into Leigh's head. Not breaking into it, something had stopped its motion, but a visible line without hair nor skin but blood was clear once her father lifted the sword,

preparing a stance to cut off the head of the still kneeling Leigh.

He wasn't fast enough:

The new wound was turned black as well,

consuming it like it's prey, the black crest filled Leigh with strength and speed. It crawled from her right hand onto even her white sword, covering it halfway. Within less than a single second she stood up, stepped forward striking a swift move from right to left which

were blocked by her father, but repeating the same motion made her break through the other sword with a loud crash. Shattered pieces still falling, she was throwing it from the right hand into the left, mirrored the previous motion and slashed her father's defenseless stomach open with such force, it left his body in two halves, in mid air she raged again, and finally cut his head, as well,

into halves, which then hit the floor.

Blood painted the hall in an unsightly manner.

Her father's death marked the end of the Godsent-Family. Only she was left now, or maybe her and her mother. She cracked a smile which quickly turned into a smile of agony; she threw up blood. She was shaking;

the pressure clearly got to her at last and her body couldn't endure any more usage of that family crest,

especially those consecutive uses betwixt these short intervals.

After recovering she washed off the blood on her skin, her white stained hair,

dressed in new clothes, took a red leather jacket, her sword without a sheath

and carried on, eventually ending up in Pandemonium, after leaving the facility for good in which she had been abused for six years. And for six years she hadn't seen her mother. Perhaps, maybe, she was still alive.

"Fuck."

"You all right?"

Her golden eyes moved half-opened from the clear sky to Leo. "Ugh. Yah.. it's all good, I guess", she grabbed Leo's offering hand to be pulled up from the ground. Her sight was still dizzy but clear enough to notice the pricky strub next to them. She swiped her hand through the thorns, and the ones that got caught inside her flesh got deeper because she clenched her fist after that, staring at the blood dripping down. The month had passed and with it ended their training. The teenagers were given various tasks to strengthen their resolve to push their Wills to their current limit.

Patience, endurance and dominance were taught by Daniel. To think outside of the box and use your sourroundings to overpower your opponent as well as healing were taught by Shanna, Boss. "What, are you gonna cry?", Leo said. "No, shut up.", Leigh gave him the bird in response. He dodged and answered with a showing of his tongue.

"Oh whatever, I won't punch girls.",

she reffered to Leo's feminine look,

as he wore black nailpaint on both hands and feet. "But kill the ones in your family?",

he countered. "Shut the fu-" Ray came through the door. He had just bid goodbye to Boss and Daniel. "All right. Oh, you finally got yourself some shoes." "Yeah man-.", Leo responded but was interrupted by a punch from Leigh.

"Liar!", Leo said. "Bite me, bitch!" "Bet you're still weaker than me." "Wanna duke it out, femboy?"

"Let's go then, tomboy."

"Enough! Guys, it's still early in the morning.", Mr. Cherrywine yelled from inside the tavern.

Ray took a few steps forward and turned around to have one last look at it,

before he'd leave Pandemonium.

He was followed by Leo and Leigh. The wind provided an emotional tension; one could hear the feint Blues playing, so Ray thought out loud:

"I'm grateful for I have met great people here who support me and I can call friends."

A big smile on his face accompanied his saying.

"Jesus, you sound like someone who's just lost their virginity...but well, I guess it is time.", Leigh continued by putting a cigarette between her lips.

"I guess so, huh?", Leo said. "I guess so, yea", Ray said. But he didn't want to move, he was getting comfortable in this town, especially since they had no money system. The people accepted him and his friends and he had found teachers as well! His gaze turned right when Leigh walked off, waving them goodbye without turning around.

"I'll see ya soon, so don't die!", she said and left. It wasn't the lips but rather the sound of a short high pitch Ray noticed then.

His face turned quickly, but all he saw was how Leo was walking towards the station casually to catch his train to Londinium in time. He touched his left cheek and the realization of being alone again hit him, but it didn't hurt as much as it did in the beginning. His mission now was to deal with his father, Christoph Blackwood. And so he made his way home, by foot and Will as Charles had done it, to reunite with Leo and Leigh again-

"Soon."

End of Königsmord: Magenta