Author: Scarlet Regalia PM
She knew it was wrong, but she failed to fix it. In an accident, a murder, and a fight between loyalty and what's right, Kammie must make the ultimate decision; deciding not only her fate, but the fate of those she loves and those who seek retribution. But how can she fight for herself and her loved ones when no matter what she picks...someone has to die?Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Mystery - Chapters: 14 - Words: 73,141 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-17-13 - Published: 08-09-11 - id: 2941531
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S.R.—So here is the first part of Raven's Blood. It is a murder/mystery/action/romance type story. future warning the beginning of most chapters will be different then the actual chapter itself (see prologue for example) there is a reason behind this, I'm not just insane. I like making readers piece together the facts for themselves, however, if you're too lazy to check it figure it out yourself, future chapters will make it very clear. If you have any questions, suggestion, ideas, or just flat out want to bug me R&R! Hope you enjoy! or I hope it at least makes you freak out a little. ;D
I often wondered to myself what kind of life I wanted to live. What sort of person did I want to be? What did I want to be remembered for?
Would I be worth remembering?
Today was not the day to think about it, because I'm certain if anyone had considered to take a second glance at me...their first thoughts would have been—
I can't think straight, I know the voices in my head are telling the truth, and I know in my heart I did the right thing. But why did I have to make it so late? Why now, did I decide to do the right thing? We stand as ordered. For such a crowded room I've never known such silence. I'm positive everyone can hear my heart beat echoing off the walls. Did they pity me? Did they hate me? My palms are sweaty as I stare down at the table. It's littered with papers, though I can't read their inscriptions. Tears swell and blind my vision. My throat is dry as I choke back a whimper. That night, I did something stupid, something I'm not proud of. And today, I'm paying for it.
The eyes. His eyes, are watching me. I can feel it, it sends a chill down my spine that will haunt me for the rest of my life. The unbearable silence is shattered by the earsplitting crack of a mallet on wood. It rings in my ears along with those fateful words, replaying over and over again in my head driving me to the verge of insanity.
Why didn't you stop me?
You betrayed me!
I Hate you!
"Stop!" I scream in reply to my mental misery. "Stop!" I beg the voices tormenting me. "It's not true. I couldn't stop what happened. I tried!" The voices mock me, they laugh cruelly at my futile attempts to salvage a victory for innocence. I struggle to suppress the unending rampage of thoughts that disturb and penetrate my once guarded mind. "You tried very hard indeed," My own voice says in my ear, making me shiver. "you tried to save your own ass. Now look at the mess you've made. Mur-der-er." I can feel it smile, as the last word is purred in a slow, sick melody. I feel my mental barriers crumple. My anguish has won. I can no longer put up a fight, I'm wasted and ruined.
And He knows it.
I know I shouldn't look, but I can't stop myself. My head turns to the side, just an inch. But that inch is all I need to see him. If hate was a word used to describe the look in his eyes, then it would do his sight no justice. If betrayal and fear were words used to describe the way I felt...then they are not true to the unfathomable depths of my despair. I quickly avert my gaze. A hand touches my shoulder to offer comfort, but there is no solace in it. A tear breaks free, and streaks down my face. As one falls, more do; but the only sound that I can clearly make out is the unsteady thump, thump, thump of my fear driven heart. A pause, as my world begins to grow cold. I can still feel him watching me. His gaze, if he willed it, would burn my soul. I try my best to ignore it as I hesitantly look up into Fate's eyes. thump-thump-thump-thump. Why did it have to be like this? I know what I did was right...but why do I feel so wrong? The woman stands at the front of her assembly, the beating stops so abruptly it hurts. I'm beginning to wish I had died that night. Words are spoken, I can't hear, I can't see, I can't breathe. I am already dead.
"We find the defendant—"