The ring of Athene

Okay so here is my 1000 words story. I tried to do it as good as possible. Please remember while reading that English is not my first language. Anyways please give me criticism so I can get better.

Thank you!

The ring of Athene

Aileen was looking from side to side with hasty eyes as she entered the tight alley. Her coat was drenched by the rain that has been falling since that morning. But Aileen was never one to get affected by the weather. She had more important things in mind right now anyways. As she could assure herself that she was far away enough, she stopped in her ways and turned her body towards one of the walls surrounding her. There was a dark brown leather bag held by a belt around her waist. The coat has protected it from the bad weather. She looked for her surroundings for another time, before she opened the leather bag. She sighed out of relief. It was still there.
With careful hands she reached for the small silvery object. It felt cold in her hand and its silvery bright reflection made her gasp. But before she could secure it back in the bag, a heavy body fell onto her and pushed her to the ground. “Argh!” Her face was pressed into the dirty water on the tarred ground. The first thing she looked for was her hand in which the silver object was only a few seconds ago. To her misfortune the object was gone. She was pressed to the ground by a male body, heavier than a normal human would be. A pair of leathery boots walked towards her. They splashed the water into her face, as they came near to her.
“Raphael, let her stand up.” A deep, raspy voice commanded. Aileen was torn onto her feet.
A tight hold around her hands and on her long brown, wavy hair, stopped her from trying to run away. The man standing in front of her was not very tall but he had something about his aura, that showed his power. His face was wartly hidden from the hood of his long, to the ground reaching coat. Anything above his nose was hidden by the shadow. But Aileen could recognize the long, dark scar on the man’s lips reaching up into the shadow. “Ador…” The man looked at her, his glistening eyes shining through the shadow. “So, you remember me?” He smiled devilishly. Aileen hissed. “You killed my mother! How could I not…” She tried to get out of the hold of the man behind her. But her attempts remained unsuccessful. Ador chuckled at her struggling.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to take your life. I just think you have something that’s mine.” He walked towards her with slow steps, cracking his long wrinkly finger while doing so. “Give me the ring.” He demanded with a stern voice.
“No…I don’t have it!” Aileen tried to explain herself, but with one swift sign of Ador, his soldier behind Aileen reached into his pocket and pulled out a long black knife. The blade was hold onto her sensitive neck. “Give me the ring!” Ador gritted his teeth. “I know you have it.” Aileen was on the verge of tears. The death of her mother replayed in front of her eyes. Would she have to go through the same destiny as her beloved mother?
“I said I don’t have it…” She tried again. Quickly the man behind her moved his knife so that it cut her soft skin and left a long black mark on it. Aileen felt the burning sensation of the cut. The warm black liquid ran down her skin onto her coat, where it got washed out by the raindrops falling onto it. Soon her collar had a grayish tone to it, due to the mix of water and blood. “You know we can go on like this until you end up like your mother.” Aileen could only look at him in disgust. He reached out for her wound and pressed his thumb into the open flesh. “You would be the second person to die from their foolishness.” His thumb was covered in black liquid that glistened in the from clouds dimmed light. Aileen hissed while hot tears streamed down her already wet face. “I promise, I don’t have it…” Her voice was only a whisper. But the man was not satisfied. “You really want me to believe you? After we observed you running through the Streets of London, looking from side to side every two seconds?” He chuckled. “A girl like you wouldn’t even know what to do with an object so powerful as the ring of Athene. He gripped his hand around her neck, which gave the solider the sign to step away. Only hanging on Ador’s gripping hand, Aileen shrieked. “Even if I had it, I would never give it to you!” She spat with disgust. “You killed my mother and you still think I would listen to you!” She breathed heavily due to the dizziness of her lacking blood. “Kill me! Go on, kill me! There will always be people to be in your way. That comes with being a disgusting person.” Ador gripped her neck harder. He pushed her with his immense power onto one of the walls. A brick crushing during the action. Aileen’s body limped, but she was not yet blacked out. “Is that all you got?” She yelped for breath. Her face reddened with every second, due to the lack of oxygen. In this moment it almost seemed to Aileen as if Ardor had stocked in his actions. He was staring hat her with his burning glare. But he turned around when one of his soliders was calling for him.
“What is it Raphael?” Ardor asked in an annoyed tune. Raphael, the one who had grabbed Aileen before, was stuttering. “S-sir I think I found i-it.” He held out his hand with the silver ring laying in it. Ardor let Aileen out of his grip and she fell onto the ground right away. “Raphael where do you have that from?” Ardor questioned him with a demanding voice. Before Raphael could do anything, Ardor had already grabbed the ring. “Stupid girl,” He chuckled. “Can’t even take care of a small ring.” He turned around towards the body of Aileen, which still hadn’t moved a muscle. She couldn’t move, but she has heard everything. Ardor walked over to her and pushed her body down into the dirt with his foot. “Useless bitch!” He played with the ring in his hand, staring at it with a proud smile. “Raphael! Kill her!” He lifted his foot and started to walk away. “Raphael now! We shouldn’t waste our time on her.” The said man hurried over to the girl and grabbed his knife again. He held her head and slid the black knife with one swift move through her neck. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. A second before Aileen lost her consciousness, she has asked herself, if the blade got its black color from all the blood that once had covered it. Would it blacken even more now that it had hers on it aswell?