Eradicating W(retch)ed Goodness
Her breathing was broken, wet; like she was drowning in front of me.
“Can I tell you a secret? I found this locket with a rat.” What a fucking obscure thing to say while I’m holding a sword above your chest, I think. I watch as shaky hands move to her neck, untucking a necklace from underneath her armor. It’s shabby- A short gold chain with a too big emblem on the front. Pretty gaudy, in my opinion. How she hid it during the fight, I didn’t know. Whenever I wear jewelry, it always ends up halfway to choking me before I can get the killing blow. I guess she really is a professional. All I know is that her blood is getting all over the clasp, making it impossible to open.