Power of M

Chapter 7

7. Violet tortures me by changing her hair color.

She was sedated again and after around ten minutes Violet waved something triumphantly in front of my closed eyes. I couldn't see it I could sense it. Out of curiosity I opened my eyes.

She was holding a purple jewel between her index finger and her thumb and I grimaced as blood dripping from it fell onto my trousers. She left me to contemplate the patches of blood and turned around again. Then because the unconscious body of Arthur wasn't very interesting she turned back towards me.

"At last." She said. "Now, if I found Jennifer and Thomas Slogan's offspring. I could possess all the jewels and be the most powerful human being."

"Typical." I said softly.

"What?"

"I said it was typical. So cliché. Getting powers. Ruling worlds. Dude, get a life."

The truth was I was scared. She was looking for Thomas and Jennifer's kids. Our parents. We were what she was looking for. If she found out, we were so dead.

The man had finished stitching Arthur back or whatever because he nodded to Violet and left. She followed him out making sure to glare at me before closing the door behind her.

I struggled around in my chair trying to get free and the chair fell to the side meaning I fell on my side with the chair. Almost immediately a female guard walked through the door and came in to the room. She had light blonde curls and looked slightly attractive. Not that I could see much with my chair tilted to the side.

She completely ignored me and began to check Arthur's pulse. Just when I thought she hadn't come to take me back, she winked at me.

Then she looked around and came towards me and lifted my chair back up. I wanted to tell her the door was still open and she could get caught but I figured that she knew what she was doing. Maybe she was here to help. I allowed myself to feel slightly hopeful.

"Do you like working for such a young..............queen?"

She looked around again and then her head gave the slightest shake.

"Could you tell me the exact.............procedure or whatever that the queen has to go through to become that evil? Do you know?"

She nodded slowly and then started speaking in a low calm and clear measured tone of voice.

"When a queen gets a child, she must kill herself using the 'psyche sword.' Sword of souls." She translated. "It's Greek. Also can be called the 'sword of anima mea'. In Latin. Same meaning."

I was grossed out but also amazed. "How many languages do you speak?"

Her face brightened but she shrugged as a response. After a moment of awkward silence she continued her explanation.

"Arthur directs the queen's evil soul into the baby. I think the current queen told you that."

"So what if it's an evil king and he doesn't have a kid or anything?" Yes. Fine. Weird question but hell I was curious.

Her answer left me feeling sick.

"There are no kings of Twilight."

She saw my expression and laughed slightly. Then her smile faded.

"I probably shouldn't laugh at that."

"Yeah maybe not." I said.

I liked her. She was possibly the only person in this place who could genuinely laugh and point out her own mistakes.

"My name is Mavis. You are one of the Slogan's aren't you? One of Jenny and Tom's children?"

I nodded and the next thing I heard was clapping. Clap. Clap. Clap. Queen Violet walked back in.

"Oh well done Mavis. My beautiful actress. So you are one of the Slogans. If you gave me your actual name when we first met, I'm guessing your name is Alex Slogan."

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard my name but I played dumb.

"Who the hell is that? I just said yes because I thought she was going to help me."

Queen Violet laughed coldly. "Give it a rest. Your sister told me everything."

I decided to ignore that comment. Ash would never do that. She's not that stupid.

"How could she? We aren't Shotguns or Slogans or whatever. What on earth could she have said?" I asked trying to keep my voice level.

Queen Violet bared her teeth into a smirk. "Then what may I ask, is this?" she grabbed my left wrist with lightning speed, dragged off my bandage and slashed her index finger sharply down onto my tattoo.

It burnt and her nail dug into my skin and I couldn't help crying out of pain and a single drop of blood bubbled out. But my attention wasn't on my bleeding wrist.

Violet's blonde hair had turned black and was that smoke coming from it? Then to my disgust and Violet's horror, the hair peeled off (every single hair) off her scalp revealing a tattoo.