EMERALD

06 ♛

tw: blood, violence, and drugs.

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EMERALD GONZALES.

the young prince.

the painting of "the young prince" lies in the transparent glass walled house of anton mason's house right now, to which my eyes are currently set on. indeed, the view is spectacular right now. a house standing in the middle of the street, near with a gorgeous seven sisters cliffs near the area. trees surrounding the big house, shining the house with chandeliers you can see even from afar. with the sun slowly setting down, the light around us creating a beautiful orange yellowish glow like a halo on top of the house made of glass.

i do not know why this painting is extremely expensive and valuable to people. it is said to be even more important than the paintings that are exhibited in french and italian art galleries. all i have gathered from this painting is that it is painted by a world-renowned english painter, william york. a painting commissioned by a royalty, to paint a portrait of their first born young prince as a celebration of his birthday, hence the title "the young prince." as to how anton mason got this painting, he has surely paid millions of pounds in an auction just to take this one piece in his humble home that i am soon going to smash into pieces.

i should probably invest more in studying the king and queens family from around the world, that sounds interesting. i literally have no idea monarchy still exists at the present times. i thought that was only a thing in the past, historic events stated and retold in history books and archives.

apparently not and this painting of the young prince could land us each one in the team millions of dollars in our bank accounts. this is why i need to go back to studying at school.

the sun has fully set down by now, the dark of the night enveloping me. the expensive lights can be seen illuminating the whole house, the lamp post giving a shine of light in front of the gates, to where the five guys stood used to squint their eyes at me while i walk towards them nearing each second.

my black converse crunches the leaves from the pathway as i continue to walk forward until i am in the line of vision of the five men guarding the house. all of their heads snap in my direction, confusion clouding their facial expression as they look at me from my head to toe, probably wondering if i am just a crazy person dressed all black with a ski mask on while holding a baseball bat walking at night time as if this is all just for fun.

"who are you?" one man shouts from the group. i notice them patting their jeans for their weapons that they can use against me.

i watch them scramble around and talk amongst themselves, still patting their body in search of something to use since i have this huge baseball bat that could knock them out with just one hit. after minutes of watching them panic, i snort to myself and walked closer towards them.

are these men really the ones anton mason hired to protect his house while he is away? this must be some kind of a sick joke.

"don't come near us!" another man with long blonde hair hastily replies.

"there's five of us here, you are no match for us."

"oh? is that so?" i chuckle.

they all widened their eyes when they heard my voice, probably shocked that i am a woman. their faces relax as soon as they hear me, smirks forming in their disgusting lips.

stupid sick misogynistic pig men, mass extinction when?

"what's a young girl alone doing out here, huh? it's already dark out here, past your bedtime," one man starts to move closer to me.