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Valencia Nightingale.
Run Run Valencia My legs pushed harder as I sped through the forest, the only sound I could hear was the forceful pulsation of my heart and the blood rushing through my veins. My eyes scanned through the dark emptiness but there was nothing but a vast array of trees and gnarled shadows casted by the moonlight. The scent of rotting, damp and dirty soil filled my nostrils as I pushed through the tangled grasses and leaves. The ground beneath my feet was no longer sturdy, it was soft and mushy, threatening to swallow me hole, the earth was unstable. Just like my life. I was practically robbed of my sight, the darkness was too intimidating, too cruel. I was innocent. I didn’t do anything. Was my existence really that much of a threat? I wanted to yell, to cry for help, to curse the heavens and whatever supreme being played boss over there for putting me in this situation once again but I couldn’t, I was stuck in this nightmare. Running away from a fate that was hellbent on claiming me. I had escaped the quixotic embrace of death once and now it was back again, armed and ready. A flash of light behind me And the snap of branches... My hair flew with the wind as I dared a glance over my shoulder and in that moment, a stifled yell escaped my lips as my legs gave way, and my ankle twisted brutally, My foot caught between a mass of roots. The snap resonated deep in my lower limb and for a space in time, I was momentarily paralyzed by the pain as I lay face down on the ground, mouth filled with sullied earth. The taste of fear- bitter and strong. A choked sob escaped my lips as I could feel the ache spread through my entire body. The fear began to fully settle in. Someone, please help me Hot tears dribbled down my cheek as I gripped aimlessly at the air, trying to find support. My breath came in hollow gasps, each one punctuated with the rising panic I was feeling. Somewhere behind me, the sound of heavy footsteps grew louder, deliberate, and unrelenting. They weren’t running anymore. They didn’t need to. A bold flash of light cut through the darkness, the beam sweeping over the trees before settling just a few feet away from me. My body froze, my mind screamed at me to move, to do something—anything—but fear held me hostage. No. I couldn’t just sit and wait for them to catch me I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste felt like a slap in the face, grounding me back to the situation I was in. Slowly, I dragged myself forward, wincing as a fresh wave of pain shot up my leg. If I could just reach the hooded end of the forest ahead, maybe I could hide, buy myself a few precious seconds. The beam of light swept closer and I ducked instinctively, "She’s here!" a deep voice bellowed, sharp and commanding, almost mocking. Panic flared like wildfire in my chest. My fingers clawed at the earth, desperation fueling my every movement. The thorns and stones scratched at my arms, and the sound of snapping twigs beneath my weight and scuffle felt deafening. I could hear them laughing, Hear his rich velvety laugh in the background. Then, silence. The footsteps stopped. I held my breath, my body pressed flat against the ground as I tried to will myself invisible. The world around me seemed to hold its breath too. Even the wind had stilled. "Come out, Princess." His voice was smooth, almost mocking, yet dripping with menace. I felt a chill crawl up my spine. They knew exactly where I was. "You can’t run forever, Valencia," He continued, closer now. Too close. "There’s no use running. You know how this ends. You’ve seen it play out before" He paused, his voice echoing like a reminder. “If you come out now, I won’t hurt you. You know i care a whole lot about you, Val” My hands curled into rage filled fists, dirt caking beneath my nails. The old Valencia would’ve believed him. She would’ve crumbled under the weight of his meaningless words. But I wasn’t her anymore. Not after what I had heard with my own ears. I would rather die than go to him. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I reached for the thick branch just within arm’s length. My fingers closed around its rough bark, and I shifted slightly, gritting my teeth through the pain as I rose to my feet. “The offer is off, princess” The mock sweetness in his voice had been erased, replaced with his true intentions, murderous and cunning. I pushed forward, my leg dragging behind me like it had given up. I couldn’t walk. The only choice was to fight. My chest heaved as I leaned against a tree trunk, a heavy branch clutched between my palms, I could feel him getting closer, smell his million dollar cologne, hear his dress shoes pressing crushing everything in his path. I closed my eyes, willing myself to be still. I could hear my father's voice in the back of my head. Don’t think. Just go for it, Valencia. “Got you, princess” The hair on my back stood on it’s end and for once in my life, I didn’t think twice. With a guttural yell, I swung the branch to the side with all my strength. Without wasting a second, I pushed forward. Even after hearing his startled groan as he stumbled to the ground, I didn’t look back. “Don’t let her get away—” I heard him call out, pained etched deep into his voice. His words only seemed to fuel me, I could hardly feel the strain in my leg anymore as I ran faster, the footsteps behind me faded into the background as I broke into a full sprint, weaving through the darkness with new found agility. I must survive…. To exact my revenge. A deep breath escaped me as I stumbled unto a clear part of the forest, where the moon shone brightly, blessing me with the gift of sight. A strange but insistent sound stopped me right in my tracks. I glanced around, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. It sounded like a…..a trickle. Water…… My heart leapt at the thought. I followed the sound, stumbling through the twisted path, my ankle screaming in protest with every step. The trickle grew louder, morphing into a deep, roaring rush that sent vibrations through the ground beneath my feet. I slowly walked forward until the earth spread out before me seemed to have disappeared and I came to a halt, my heart in my throat. Before me was a cliff. The moonlight illuminated the edge, its bright glow reflecting in the torrent of water cascading far below. A vast river swirled at the bottom, its surface churning and writhing like the contents of my stomach. My chest heaved as I stared down into the abyss. The sheer drop was dizzying. I couldn’t swim. Jumping was suicide. I took a few shaky steps back, my foot brushing against loose stones that tumbled into the abyss below. The faint splash of water followed seconds later, and my stomach twisted at the thought of plunging into the dark, churning depths. Turning, I scanned the forest for another escape, any path that didn’t lead to certain death. "Valencia." His voice cut through the silence like a whip, sending a jolt of terror racing through me. He emerged from the bushes, his suit impeccable, as if this chase hadn’t fazed him in the slightest. I stilled in my tracks, my breath catching. The urge to run warred with the grim knowledge that there was nowhere left to go. He stopped a few feet away, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "What’s it going to be, Princess?" I glanced around, looking for some way out but there was none. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. His men moved forward, as if reaching out to grab me. I took a few steps back and the helplessness I tried so hard to hide brimmed close to the surface. Why me? It was a question I had always asked myself. Now i didn’t even think i would live long enough to find out.Vladislav MorozThe door slammed behind me as I stood by the passage, arms crossed around my chest. The doctor had announced that he needed to cut off her clothes to stitch her wounds, and it wasn't appropriate for us to be there.I almost wanted to snarl at him to have his female attendants handle it instead, but he was short on staff. My visit was impromptu. There was only a single female attendant with him, and they would have to manage it together.I had no choice. Anatoly had led Caspian to a room, probably muttering threats at him and roughing him up like a sack of grain. The young brat was surprisingly humble, face filled with regret after seeing what his stupid plans did to my...My person.I sighed, unconsciously smearing blood all over my face. I didn’t want to be involved in London's politics. But it seemed like I didn't have a choice anymore. There are just some battles that, no matter how hard we try to avoid them, they always catch up with us. I could easily kill Malco
Vladislav Moroz The fog clung to the air like a thin blanket but my eyes were locked on Valencia as she tried to stand, her bloodied hand gripping her sword for support. My feet moved instinctively towards her as her eyes rolled slowly to the back of her head, her body tipping backward towards the rocks. My arms extended as I reached out to catch her before wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady. She was a mess—soaked in her own blood from head to toe. Her skin was marred with bruises, and a huge gash on her arm stood out, but nothing worried me more than the blood seeping from the open wound at her chest. My jaw tightened, white-hot anger burning through me, the kind I couldn’t control. I knelt beside her, cradling her against me gently, careful not to aggravate her injuries. She’d taken a bullet for that royal brat, Prince Caspian, who stood beside her, shaking like a leaf, his face splattered with blood. I was too late. I’d called for backup,the minute i left the
Valencia Nightingale. "Fuck," I exhaled through gritted teeth, my vision blurring for a long second as I wrapped my palm around the jagged edge of the long shard of glass jutting out from between my shoulder blades. I counted from one to ten in my head, like I always did whenever I knew I didn't want to do something but had to get it over with. I would pick any number before I got to ten and do it. And today, that lucky number was seven. With one swift tug, I pulled the glass out, feeling strands of my flesh rip apart with the force. Pain shot through me, hot and sharp as blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across Prince Caspian’s pale face. His eyes widened, but I didn’t have time for his shock. I tossed the glass aside, the shard shattering against the rocky ground behind the huge boulder where we were hiding at the back of the church. I could feel the exhaustion creeping in, like a thief in the night. But I shoved it back. I could die later, when I completed my mission.
Valencia NightingaleThe biting cold nipped at my fingers as I crouched behind a crumbling stone wall outside the church, eyes scanning every inch of the rundown perimeter. Anatoly had divided three of us into different stations, mine was the west. Close to the entrance but far enough to give me a clear view of what was happening on the other side of the building. After all three of us had gotten into place, the last two, armed with sniper rifles vanished into the distance—probably perched on a rooftop or in the trees, ready to shoot at anyone who got too close.Inside, Vladislav was meeting with his "someone special," Anatoly at his side. I didn't know who it was, and I didn't care. Not yet. My job was to stand guard, and after last night's stunt with Richter, I was running on empty. My eyelids felt heavy, drooping as I leaned against the wall. The tactical gear clung to me awkwardly, but it was warm enough to keep the chill off my skin. I stifled a yawn, my hand resting on the
Vladislav MorozThe air inside Saint Dunstan’s Church smelt like rotting wood and melted candle wax. It was practically empty, save for the few believers, who knelt by the altar clutching their bibles to their chests and whispering prayers to whoever they believed was above. They clung to the former glory of the church, history had it that the pastor who used to preach here was chosen by God himself. He was a miracle worker. I guess they knelt here in an attempt to soak up what was left of his divine essence after he died. Which was practically before any of them were even born. Foolish, if you ask me.But humans would be humans, clinging to the shred of another's exaggerated feats rather than fighting for their own place.It was that very fact that brought me to this church. It was the perfect spot for a secret meeting with royalty. My polished shoes squeaked against the cracked wooden floor as I walked down the steps, hands behind my back. My men had already fanned out, all
Valencia Nightingale.BANG! BANG! BANG!The sound ripped through my head like gunshots, and for a moment, I almost reached out for the harbingers on the bedside table, fully convinced I was in some sort of danger."Valencia!" I heard Anatoly bark out, voice clipped with frustration. I groaned angrily, slumping back into the bed, face buried in the pillow. Please, for heavens sake, just leave me alone. Let me sleep. The banging came again as if replying my thought, "Valencia! Get your bumbling ass up. This moment!"I forced one of my eyes open before glancing at the digital clock on the table. It was just a few minutes passed six.Six in the fucking morning. "For God's sake," I mumbled, teeth clenched. Who schedules a mystery trip at this hour? Vladislav Moroz, that's who. That infuriating man probably didn't sleep ever, I wouldn't be surprised if he sat in his office all night plotting on how to take over the world and suck everyone's soul like some soul eater from a poorly c







