Prescription To My Phobias (Supernatural)

A LITTLE ABOUT ME

Markian's pov :

I am Markian Freeman and I am 28 years old. Right now I am in a situation where I live or die. I definitely know what is gonna happen, and I have to survive no matter what.

I choose katana as my weapon they do work perfectly for me. Thousands of eyes are on me, they are egarly waiting for their Sagar's arrival.

Within minutes he arrived at the scene, with his salt and pepper hair floating in air and was covered in a armour. That armour never suited a man other than him. With his hazel eyes he gives me a deadly stare and occupied his position in the stage.

Once he entered, the crowd stared to cheer by raising their weapons and shouting 'SAGAR WINS'. Yeah, they wanted their Sagar to be victorious, so was I once.

I admired him, he's one of the finest swordsman of all time. And I am his favourite, until I told him about my freedom.

I came to this assassin group when I am 18. I spent a decade here practicing the art of killing. We won't use our birth name here, the Sagar will give each of us a new name based on our abilities.

And I am called as 'FOTIA', which means fire. I was Sagar's favorite, he taught me many tactics in person. Many of the fellow swordsman don't like me since I was close with Sagar.

In this ten years I have killed thousands of mens, completed hundreds of assignment.

Can you believe it, Sagar once even told me that I could occupy his position in future. He liked my skills, he believed in me. But now everything is changed.

I came here with a single thought in my mind to be a great swordsman. Here I am a Fotia, named by the Sagar. I know a day like this will come. I knew it on the day I joined here.

Yes, it's easy to join in a group than to leave from it. I can leave this place only by killing one of the fellow swordsman in a combat. Yes, I am gonna leave this place either dead or alive.

None in the crowd know who's gonna be my opponent, so was I. I am egarly waiting to see who's gonna die in my hands.

I watch mens scampered making a way in the crowd, clearing a path for my opponent to enter.

My eyes were fixed on the path, I want to knows gonna fight with me. And I finally saw, Ohh No!!!!.

It's Olivia.

Why this has to be Olivia?. She's my friend. Now I should kill her to go home. This must be Sagar's plan, he's testing my emotions. Why everything has to be complected to me.

Olivia also known as 'Aeras'. Which means the air. Her movements are compared to the gentle blow of air, she does everything just like a gentle breeze. Sometimes people can't even see her sword, her moves were that fast.

Why not!! Can a cub born to lion become cat?. She's Sagar's daughter, his only living child. Sagar's son died two years ago. Even though Sagar's position is not hierarchy, everyone respected Olivia. She's one of the twelve finest swordsman of our clan.

Look at me, going to fight her with katana! She's the one who taught me how to master them.

This situation is really bad, I don't like it. How can I kill her!!!.

What should I do? Kill my friend or to get killed by her??.

Ok face the fact Markian.

She has chosen a Spartan sword.

...The aura around us was dark, everyone is waiting for my death. This is the moment of my life. Do it Markian....

As soon as the bell sound heard, Olivia began to swing her sword. Indeed they are true, her movements are unpredictable. I am mesmerized by her skills. All I did was to defend myself from her strike. I couldn't do it! I couldn't hurt her.

I wondered!! Am I this emotionally weak.

On the other hand, her face looked completely calm emotion less. She's doing her job perfectly.

When I was thinking about these things without concentrating, her Spartan cut through my flesh making my left arm bleed.

Come on Markian!!! Snap out of it!!! She's not your friend anymore.

Do it.

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Both of them fought equally, the crowd couldn't predict who's gonna win. They couldn't even see the swords in their hands they could only hear the sound that was made by their sword against each other.

Markian did a move that made Olivia to stumble and fall to the ground. Then he grabbed her hand with the sword and placed it in her throat.

This is it! This is his freedom.

But he couldn't do it. He couldn't slit her throat.

"Are you not gonna kill me" asked Olivia.

"No I can't" Markian said, by releasing his grip on her.

"Why is that hard for you?" She asked as tear began to dwell in her eyes.

"Because you're my friend. You will be always" said Markian looking at her.

"No we are not. Not now" she said and within a blink she draw a short dagger from her boot and jumped over Markian and pierced it in his chest.

Before Markian make move she grabbed another dagger and made multiple cuts in his body.

Markian screamed in pain.

She then gestures the crowd to clear the way towards the dead pit. She grabbed him at his ankle and dragged him towards the pit.

Olivia grabbed his hair and made him to kneel before her at the edge. She took her dagger and slit his throat and kicked him into the pit.