Millzy stared at her arm, it was a murky black purple and all the flesh was rotting. She thought it was nothing.

Oh how she was very wrong.

In a matter of days it would spread until it would completely rot her body away. What a way to go...Amelia thought as she stared at her lap.

Alistair entered and stared. "So your dying?" Amelia nodded.

"Slow and painfully..." Alistair stared.

"Maybe if you amputate it-"

"I'm a criminal to society....they won't save a criminal...."

Alistair stared when an idea came to him. A very gory one. He pulled out his sword and held Millzy's arm.

Amelia ripped around and stared at the blade in horror. "You wouldn't-"

"I would" Her electric blue eyes widened as she began to struggle. "I'm not gonna let you die like this Millzy" he positioned the sword above her arm.

"NO STOP YOU SICK FUCK!!" But it wasn't enough and he raised the blade...