Suicide and Murder?!

My head hurts so badly!

Painful!

So painful!

Amanise woke up to an abnormal throbbing pain that centered at the back of her head and neck. Almost as if someone was bashing a heavy rock against her head constantly.

No, it felt like she was being stabbed and twisted by a knife multiple of times in one place.

Ouch... Amanise attempted to stand up and look around. However she failed miserably. Her limbs didn't even twitch!

She lost complete control of her muscles

Forcing herself to calm down and focus. Random thoughts began popping in.

Why am I have such excruciating headache in the night?!

Does Jamil have to do with this?

No probably not. If she did she supposed to be hearing giggles, right?

Am I going to die?

If I fall sick I will I survive? Jamil will probably make my life more miserable.

And I can't fight back!

Her eardrums were ringing loudly. Amanise tried moving again. Pain shooting up her spine. She succeeded in lying down on her back. Though the movement only increased the throbbing pangs in her head.

Her eyelids fluttered open. The ringing in her ears overwhelming her perception of the surroundings.

Her vision was blurry and unfocused.

Sorting to alleviate her pain.

Her hand reached out to the back of head.

Wet. Why was her hand wet?

She rose it up. Her eyes squinting.

Her hand was red.

Huh? What is going on?

Attempting to figure out what was on her hand. Her fingers fiddled across her palm. Stroking and observing the texture of the thick liquid.

Her body went rigid.

Blood!

How did I get blood on myself?!

She jolted to a sitting position. Groaning from the throbbing pain.

Maybe I shouldn't have moved so quickly.

Her vision restoring.

She found herself sitting in a medium sized cramped room. There was a luxurious bed situated near a study table that was placed before a small circular medieval like window.

The walls were covered with dark green pastels and light emerald colored curtains. The curtains reduced the light that streamed in from the windows.

There was a standing framed mirror and a dark green burly chair infront of it.

Amanise eyes lowered to see a figure who laid awkwardly on the chair.

Her back hanging downwards seemingly from a forced fall and her pale white hand was suspended in air from leaning on the chair's arm support.

But it felt horribly wrong.

The position.

Why would anyone lay down like that?

"Hello Miss? Are you okay?"

Amanise attempted to stand only to find herself in the pool of her own blood.

A brass revolver not so far away from her.

Fear crept in her chest.

Random thoughts popping in. Making it hard to keep her cool.

"The gun shot came from the Princess' Cabin!!"

Amanise sprang up from where she sat.

Alarmed, her body tensed and alert. She easily caught the sight of herself in the mirror.

But when she stared at herself.

Who she saw was someone else.

Who is that in the mirror?!

A young female teenager in a black and white maid outfit stared back at her.

Her crimson eyes vibrant and eerie.

The raven-black colored hair was curly each resembling small snakes.

At first look almost like one of the characters in the sad stories her mother read to her.

What was her name again?

Yes... Medusa.

At least I can confirm am not her. After all looking at the mirror doesn't turn me into a rock.

That thought alone would ran shivers down my spine!

Her porcelain skin was pale. Her appearance was eeriely similar to a harrowingly beautiful voodoo doll.

The blood stains on her clothes further confirmed her impression.

Looking at the mirror was both hypnotizing and scary.

She sprinted to the woman. Panic choking her.

"Hello Miss what's going on? I..."

A gasp tore out from her lips.

Moving backwards, her eyes studied what was before her.

A fragile woman wearing a floor-length pink gown with a fitted bodice and a full skirt supported with a bustle.

Her glassy brown eyes widened in shock and an ugly gunshot wound in the middle of her forehead.

Dried blood and grayish-white brain juices trickled down her forehead.

She was dead.

The pain increased again this time around from the back of her throat to the back of her head connecting to her neck.

Amanise subconsciously parted her lips opening it wide enough to see a gunshot wound too.

Fuck! How is that possible?! How was she still living?!

It was healing.

Her fingers moved to the back of her head again. Parting her curly hair to the side.

Turning to the mirror.

After much struggles to twist her head sideways and see.

She saw...

A ghastly small bullet hole.

Bleeding and closing.

There was heavy footsteps creaking nearby.

Memories of both hers and that of her body flooded in.

I transmigrated?!

And from the looks of it. My host did something extremely terrible.

She killed this woman who might be the princess and commited suicide.

Probably by sticking a gun in her mouth and pulling the trigger!!

Why can't I remember why?

Amanise looked at the mirror once more.

The memories of this body was in broken fragments. Apparently because of the dangerous suicidal attempt.

But from what she could recall.

Her name was Soren.

She wasn't wealthy or important enough to have a last name.

She supposedly a seventeen year old and the personal maid of the The Royal Sixth Princess of Alvaron.

Born in the slums of the Northern Continent's Alvaron Kingdom, Zorc County, City of Arys.

She was an amusement of the Sixth Princess only taken in because of her queer beauty.

But something is not right either! From my memories I am not supposed to have these eyes. My iris color is brown.

Why did Soren's eyes turn red?

Is it because of the transmigration?!

Bang! Bang!!

Someone was knocking the door loudly from outside.

"Princess Erika? Are you alright? Please open the door. We are investigating a round that was shot around here!"

A quiet voice urgently reported.

Only to be met by silence.

The language was very strange to her ears. Turning alien then familiar before into something she could understand.

It's the common Socratic language of the Northern Continent!

Amanise shut her trembling lips.

This was turning too unreal. Could this be a dream?!

What to do? If they catch me. They will execute me for Her Highness death!

Amanise picked up the brass revolver on the floor, frantically searching for something else.

Where is the bullet?! Forget about execution!!! They might as well as burn me alive on a stake as a witch!!

"Your Highness, If we don't receive an answer we would assume you are in trouble and break in. In the count of five..."

Oh my God! Did the goddess send me away from my death only to die again in a strange land?!

Amanise found the bullet under the study table. Reaching out to grab it.

The door burst open revealing an alarmed-looking burly man.

He was a redhead, a heavy coat draped over his white unbuttoned shirt and black trousers covering his powerful thighs.

There were men behind him.

And they were not looking happy at all.

Seeing the princess lying dead on the chair infront of the mirror that Amanise was just noticing was stained in blood.

Dimwit! Why will they be happy?! I just commited.. Treason!!! And he'll I don't even know why?!

Curses! If Soren was here I would have murdered her myself!

Horror defining their features as they set their eyes her too. Probably looking like she crawled out from a nightmare with all of the blood on her.

How ironically true it is!

Holding a revolver in her one hand and a dried bloodied bullet in another.

She knew she would die miserably.

Damn! why is my luck so fucking bad?!

Am so tired...when would this all end?!

"Out of my way?! Oh my God Soren!! What have you done?!"

In the whirlwind of a now sudden urgency, a diminutive figure clad in a meticulously tailored tailcoat and waistcoat surged through the throng. The forming crowd, mouths agape, partlike a storm tossed sea, staring at Amanise.

Pointing at her with a crooked finger.

"Treason!! Red eyes!! Kill the monster! She murdered the princess!"

Aware of the fact she wouldn't be heard. Amanise slowly pointed the gun towards them.

Hushing the crowd.

"I can explain."

But she was too slow. Or whatever came after her was too fast.

Before she could say 'Karma is a nasty bitch' her light-weighted body was pinned to the ground, feeling something prick her skin and her vision darkening.

No! Not again! Why do I always find myself unconscious and in distress.

She internally cried.

Goddess if you exist truly. Save me I promise I would be good.

I..I promise...

"Congratulations you have been granted a system..."