She felt restless.
Her now completely black hair wasn't packed in her hair net so it spread about her pillow.
She supported the back of her head on her pillow with her left hand and covered her face with her right.
After much twisting and turning, she got up from bed and wore her slippers. Still in her pyjamas, she left her room.
Yvonne had graduated from highschool a little over a year ago now and was already in the second semester of her first year in school.
She had grown more matured now.
She was admitted into Bayford university, a school intimate with the bustling Zenith city – one which was always busy round the clock.
She was a pharmacy student.
Chloe and Patience also entered school the same year, but while Chloe also chose Bayford to study Physics, Patience left the country to study Business Admin abroad on scholarship, so her once close neighbor became depressingly distant. Although all three usually spent time face timing, it never really felt the same with their engagements.
Yvonne shared her hostel room with Chloe.
She got out of the hostel to take in some fresh air. She closed her eyes and sucked in as much smooth air as she could. These past week had been rather boring in school and sleep just wasn't coming tonight. Since the events of new year's eve more than two years ago, there hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, Mercedes was never found involved in any wrongdoing, the train station was opened two weeks later, Nicorp opened a month later after the repair of their sewers and the square opened three months later after repair, renamed Saint Peter's Square. Even the government building at the back of the park got some renovation, but the fallen statue was never fixed.
Yvonne looked up at the clouds, examining their wonderful formations which resembled white ripples of desert sand. The scanty stars around gave it more aesthetic beauty, so also the half moon.
Yvonne proceeded to walk along the empty road sufficiently lit with streetlights.
After a few minutes catching the cool night's breeze until she felt cold, she turned around to head back to her hostel as she held her arms, trying to warm her self,...
She saw someone in front of her, a man, she supposed.
He was oddly dressed in what looked like a long gown with some traditional design of foreign origin. The man had long hair. He was staring at her intensely. She didn't notice him, or anyone else in the street throughout her stroll, which reminded her. She hadn't noticed any of the security patrol officers at all, even the security office at the entrance of the hostel felt empty.
She pocketed, and simply proceeded to walk past him.
As she passed him, she noticed the weird man smile, and felt an etching pain to her right side close to him. She stuttered, and looked at the spot. Blood. And a thin knife.
She touched the knife, and looked at the man's smiling face.
"Yiiivawn!" The man pronounced in a dragging manner. "You can't jump with that knife in you, haha!" He said in a rather feminine voice that sounded sinister.
"Ah!" Yvonne moaned. She attempted to drop to the floor in her pain, but the man caught her back and held her like a bride…one to be slaughtered.
"Oh now don't get exhausted yet, you're needed alive, so the knife won't kill you. It'll just rend you unable to loop time, and a lot of pain haha. My master needs you alive afterall!"
Yvonne, struggling with the excruciating pain, feebly raised her right hand to touch the man's chest, and shut her eyes.
"Aarghh!" The man dropped Yvonne recklessly. He clutched his chest tightly after feeling such crushing pain there. He then ripped his cloth around his chest area open. What he saw was broken, waste skin on the verge of decay.
"You sly witch!!" He got up in a stuttering posture and kicked Yvonne at her left side. Yvonne let out a loud yelp and turned in utter agony, written all over her face.
"What did you do to me! Heal this! Now! Why do…why do I feel weak…I don't feel well…" the man got to his knees and clutch his chest again. He turned Yvonne to face him.
"Tell me. What did you do?!"
Yvonne grunted lightly, trying to hold on to consciousness amid the pain. She looked at the man's face and attempted to talk.
"I…I aged you. You'll die too, if you don't remove that dagger and heal me."
"Haha!" The man chuckled now in a more masculine voice. "So you really are a witch! Here's one witch, I can't die, I've lived through generations. I'll find a solution. You on the other hand will die now. 'Shit went wrong is all boss needs to know. You're dead also means other groups won't get your power!" He shouted at her.
"You really think so?" Yvonne said as she clutched the thin dagger. She attempted to pull it out but her hand and the stab wound burned intensely, the injury moreso. In a feat of pain, she let it go.
The man smiled at her. "You're dead," he bellowed.
Yvonne dropped her hand on the ground and said to the man; "I'm the only one who can heal that wound. Take the dagger out…and we'll trade with our lives intact. I'll follow willingly."
There was a momentary pause between them, broken by the man.
"You really are smart! You should have followed up with my plan initially. The dagger wasn't meant to kill you. Unfortunately, I will myself. I'll take my chances, girl."
"At what cost?" Yvonne asked.
"Your life!"
The man proceeded to stab Yvonne with just his bare bands and long finger nails that resend fine claws, but just at the point of contact with her chest, Yvonne grabbed his hand, and it immediately withered to a decayed corpse's hand.
With a loud shout of agony, the man threw his hand away, looked at Yvonne with utter rage, and proceeded to stab her with the second hand immediately.
Yvonne was too slow.
Bang!!!