The Midnight Gang

Chapter 22

I woke up. I don't know where I was, what time it was. I knew nothing. The only thing I knew was I was in a cell.

"Hello?"

The door opened. Of course, my father.

"Hello Astoria."

"Why am I here?"

"Your being coronated."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Deal with it."

"No."

"Astoria, I'm not arguing with you. Come on. You need to get ready." And he walked out of the door. I had to follow.

We walked out from the dungeon and up to a room that was supposed to be my room.

"Your friends will be here in 5 hours. You have 6 hours to get ready. You will have a makeup artist, hair artist and weaponist here shortly. Also, your dress will be delivered soon." And he walked out leaving me in the room by myself.

Shortly, 4 people walked into the room. One with a very poufy dress. One with makeup, one with hair supplies and one carrying a lot of weapons.

"Who's first?"

"It definitely took 6 hours for my makeup and hair to be done. The weapons strapped on properly and getting me into the dress. They led me to double doors and left me. I was walking in by myself.

The door's opened and I walked in.

I'll spare you all the boring details of the dancing, drinking, talking and some random person placing a crown on my head.

The actual fun begins now.

A gun shot rang through the air and someone screamed. Everyone ran. Screams echoed through the air. People dropped to the ground left, right, and centre. I had to do something.

I started searching for the person with the gun, but I had no luck. Until I found my Father. He had the gun.

"Father! What are you doing?!" I yelled over the screams.

"You're almost 20, your crowned. So now, when I die, this place goes to you. And no one wants that. You don't want that. But, if your dead, you don't have to deal with that, and Michael can have it. You'd be free."

"If you think your killing me, you'll have to think again."

"But, sweet Astoria, I have a gun. You have a dagger."

I put my hand on the gun I had been given by the weaponist.

"See Father, you didn't tell them the weapons I couldn't have." I pulled the gun out and shot it. Straight at my Father. He fired his gun at me. I closed me eyes. But it didn't hit. I opened my eyes. In front of me Michael laid there, blood pooling around him. I looked over and my Father was also lying on the ground, blood pooling around him.

"I also have a gun, Marcos. Have fun in hell."

I fell to the ground next to Michael.

"Couldn't let the new leader die, now could we?" Michael said with a laugh.

"But why? Why do it Michael?"

"I couldn't see you die. Live your life right from now on Scarlett. I believe in you." Was the last thing he said before taking his last breath and closing his eyes.

"Michael, I'm so sorry."

I stood up and walked out of the room, leaving my Father and Michael there.

My friends were outside.

"Scar, we're all so sorry. But I think the house is bugged. Everything we've said in there, somehow Marcos knew about it."

"It's okay, and we can get someone to de-bug the house. I have about 200 people who could do that. I'm the new owner of this place."

"Really?"

"Really. Marcos is dead. But so is Michael. He took a bullet to save my life."

"I'm so sorry Scar."

"It's okay. We'll hold a funeral for Michael and bury Marcos at the bottom of the garden. Get rid of his body."

"Okay."

"So, we can all live here while the house is being de bugged and once that's done that can be our bass, and this could be where we actually live?"

"Sounds great. Do we get to hold balls?"

"Yes. Now let's get inside. It's cold out here."

I turned around and walked inside, closely followed by my friends. I got some people to move the bodies and clean the ballroom. I showed my friends to their rooms.

"I suggest everybody get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."

We all said goodnight and everybody went to sleep.