"ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ."
-ᴍᴏᴏᴅʏ
2 years earlier...
Paris,France 1815
¤ Aprodi te villa Hotel
Bang!
"No, p-please have mercy on me!" The general pleaded as he begged for his life to spare.
Bang!
The unknown assassin chuckled darkly at him."I thought the great General Stephen always said ,'The wheel of a man's life. Show no mercy and show no pity!' So there is no mercy for the thing and so I must end him!"
"No! no! I will give you anything my riches and my--"
Bang!
But he didn't get to finish as the last bullet went off and that ended him.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, but she could still see the image of the General sparwled across the mahogany desk with blood pouring from the ragged wound in the back of his head and the blood started to show in his lower abdomen. Blood started to drip in the walls and the blood scattered in the floor.
She could still smell the gunpowder drifting through the luxurious tenth-floor she had just been given admittance to clean. She tried to forget what just happened.
Her eyes snapped wide open as she turned toward the fearsome crack that splintered the glided doors nearest the ornate brass locks. Scarlett froze, astonished by the transformation of the amiable French soldiers who had searched her moments ago.
They entered the cavernous room with pistols drawn, but it was not their weapons that made them lethal. It was the coiled muscles, the hard set of their dark features, and the cold that has settled in their eyed.
"What happened here?" The lieutenant said in the deep voice as he ran towards her, the sound of his black polished leather boots bouncing off the carved panel walls.
Scarlett opened her mouth to explain, but no words to describe the horrific scene and the most torture her eyes laid on, that she had just witnessed. Blood still trickled into the wooden floor and she dropped to her knees, scrubbing at the sticky liquid before she can vomit.
The large man lifted her from shock with a firm grip on her upper arm."Mademoiselle!"
Scarlett jumped, startled into answering by his shouting.
"I...I was cleaning the general's room...when a m-man..." she pointed through the window and the second soldier rushed toward it, leaning out.
"Lieutenant there is a rope hanging from the roof," he reported to his superior.
Scarlett felt a callused finger lifting her chin, and she was forced to look into the hard eyes of the young lieutenant.
"Can you describe the man?" he said, the muscles in his jaw throbbing.
"I c-can't remember..." she stuttered.
"Are you sure? Just think hard and focus, so you can remember what he did earlier."
She nodded slowly and trying to recall the face of the killer of General Stephen.
"T-tall..." A tear streamed down her delicate face as she forced herself to continue."Muscular guy...He...he just
s-shot the general three times and he climbed onto the balcony."
"Gabriel." He glanced at the other man.
"Search the roof with Jeffrey. I'll take to the street, Mademoiselle." His eyes darted back to her the instant that they were alone."You must remain here until I return."
"No please!" She cried." Don't l-leave me..."
Tears started to fall on her cheeks. She is so desperate to get out of the room.
The lieutenant sighed in defeated."Very-well mademoiselle, I will escort some of my men. It's that okay with you my dear?" He asked softly.
"T-that won't be n-neccessary, lieutenant."
She said sounded terrified.
"Now do not fear anything, mademoiselle." The lieutenant said, patting her back gently.
"This assassin is not that far away from the hotel, so we can still catch as soon as possible!" He announced to his men.
He turned to go but Scarlett grabbed his arm."Please don't leave me alone." She whispered.
The lieutenant looked down at her little frame sighed again in frustrations, then he grabbed her arm and they both walk out through the damaged doors and towards the staircase. He started to walk faster and very nearly collided with the old butler holding a silver tray.
The lieutenant stopped, leaving her with the servant and saying,"I must go I still have time to capture the general's murderer."
'You will never capture him. He would never ever capture the assassin.' She thought.
General Stephen had been assigned by the bodyguards by Napoleon. He was one of the most greatest commander and very successful one. He also achieve many victories. There is even been a rumors that the general had raped a several chambermaid's in the hotel. Which Scarlett was the reason had so easily got the position a two weeks ago.
"General Stephen has been murdered? By whom?" The old man asked her in disbelief. He started to stare at her bloody clothes.
She nodded and saying,"Y-yes, but I don't know who's the killer of the General." Her chin started to quiver.
"Are you injured?" He asked in concerned.
"No, not really."
Silence for a while.
"I must change, Arnaldo." She said quietly breaking the silence. The old man started to escort her out of the kitchen but she stopped him abruptly."It's okay, I'm unharmed. The supper is getting cold. You should probably eat." She gave him a small smile."I assure you and I'm not that hungry. I feel tired of the bad situtation earlier."
Scarlett could feel his hesitation, so she descended the stairs before he protest. She continue her fast pace up to the staircase. She still running upstairs until she already in her bedchamber.
'Finally,' She breathed out. Slowly, she pushed the door inward and stepped in her little chamber. Is simple and plain. Cream walls and wooded floors.
Exhausted, she opened the white door to the balcony. She lifted her face to greet
the autumn cold breeze. She had a beautiful view of the river. She closed the door behind her. She grab the rope behind the pot full of roses and tie the rope in the door handle.
She took a deep breath and she slowly climb down. Before she fell down to the ground. She stepped in the cobblestone street that ran the length to the most famous hotel. She cut the rope, which no one should notice.
She walked toward the river as she always did every night. She removed her lace cap, her bloody apron, and her bloody maid dress, tossing all of her clothes in the river. Even in the dark evening, she could see the powerful water carrying them away.
Scarlett watched from the river until the bloody clothes was swallowed by the waters.
She turned north toward her apartment, reaching into the pocket of her expensive black dress. The silver glinted in the moonlight as she removed her pistol and reloaded the exquisite weapon. She wipe the dry blood by using her dress.
She also remember how the great General Stephen begging for mercy, before she could end the life of the general. Suddenly someone shot the general. Atleast he was already dead, but she still must find this assassin.
'Acting wasn't so bad after all,' She thought.