I'm Amnesia Knightly.

A 13 year old teenager.

Daughter of a noble.

My hair is dark brown.

My eyes are light brown.

My skin is light tan.

My hair length is a bit below my shoulders.

I tied them on pony.

I wear a black skirt, white silk clothes shirt, a leather black jacket and black jacket.

My first two shirt's buttons are unbuttoned.

My father is a Earl.

He is a noble.

Like you find out already.

I just walking in my garden.

Scent of roses.

Suddenly, a hand grab my mouth.

Trying to choke me and not let me scream for help.

I try to fight back.

But failed.

Because of lack of air by choking, my vision get blurry.

All turns black as my eyes shut.

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I snapped open my eyes.

I am chained into a chair.

I see a blackete with brown orbs.

Tan skin.

Wearing a tank top and baggy pants.

Have a scare on his face.

He's looking like a badass guys in a story.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Why should I tell you that, little brat?" He said laughing maniacally at me .

Bastard.

What did he think he is?

"Just tell me the reason." I said.

"Money. What do you think more than this? You ugly bitch." He said.

He grab my collar.

"Let me go." I said.

"Why should I?" He said.

Brat.

"Is money all matter to you? Don't any living being but money?" I said tearfully.

"Yes, you ugly bitch." He said.

"Maybe I'm ugly but I'm not evil nor an assassin neither a mob." I said.

"You never be like us." He said.

"I never want to be fall so low like you." I said.

He kicked me.

"What did you say, you brat!?" He shout.

"Don't you heard me?" I said.

"You are a bitch. Just give me money." He said.

"Let me go!!!" I shout.

"Give me money!!" He shout back.

Then point a gun at my head.

"Let me go!!" I repeatedly shouting that.

Suddenly, I heard a gun shoot.

Blood splash on me.

Disgusting.

But why I am shaking?

Is that fear?

I look at the man who shoot the man I was talking to.

His eyes are purple and hair are black.

And such a gorgeous face.

Wearing a black tuxedo and black black.

A feminine for a man.

He offer me a hand.

Why he's being kind?

I shakily accept it.

"W-why you help me?" I asked.

"To saw my worthy rival's daughter die is not a pleasure to me." He replied.

Uh, what?

He help me to stand up.

"Uh, thank you! But can you let my hand go?" I said.

"Of course, Lady Knightly." He said as he let my hand go.

"If you ever want my help again, just shout 'Let me go'." He whisper as he disappeared in the dark.

Strange.

"Who is that guy by the way?" I asked my self as I shook my head and go to find help.

The End

A/n: Well, maybe I don't win the contest or I win. I've a new idea for making a series in this story. Well, like it then vote and comment, readers. Hope you like it.