Pt. 2

                                    

                                          
He woke up in a dork and damp room. It was silent except for the occasional drip of water from an unknown source . A prison he presumed judging from the stone floor, the lack of windows, and the heavy wooden door he could barely make out.
                          
Sinbads POV
                          
Today really wasn't his day. First he had tons of paperwork. Second during the festival a man was murdered by an assassin not a drunk man but a fully trained assassin. Now he has to interrogate him. 
                          
Ugh why can't I just go find some pretty girl in the market. He thought tossing his long purple hair over his shoulder. He reached the prison located underneath the palace. He found the cell the assassin was in, guarded by two soldiers who stood to attention when he arrived. They showed him the weapons they had taken of the assassin. Two daggers with red chords attached to each dagger still glistening with crimson blood. huh perfect for killing I guess. One of the guards unlocked the door and I stepped in. Across from me stood a beautiful silver haired, green eyed boy who looked around 22. He was poised ready to fight his eyes darting from the open door and me. He's probably planning his escape. I sat down on the cold stone floor and started questioning the beautiful assasin.
                          
"Hello. The names Sinbad'
                          
"..."
                          
"Uh okay so you are aware that you killed a man"
                          
"Yeah what of it I've killed tons of people"
                          
"I hope you realize you've committed a high crime"
                          
"haha it was worth it!"
                          
"Who did you kill" 
                          
"Why should you care?"
                          
"Whats your name"
                          
"None of your business!"
                          
"Alright None of Your Business who did you kill"
                          
"HA! I killed a fat slave-owning merchant his pleas were pathetic. He's a coward begged for his life just like my parents weak and eager to cry for help!"
                          
"What happened to your parents?"
                          
"I killed them!"
                          
The boy smirked and looked triumphant 
                          
"Thats not something you should be proud of"
                          
"haha their screams were pitiful as I stabbed them"
                          
"None of your business do you regret your decision to kill that man?"
                          
"I never reg-"
                          
He stopped and started wheezing and coughing up blood. I rushed to his side unconsciously. But he pushed me away before collapsing.