His Majesty (Slide Away)

45.

John didn't know why, but his immediate reaction when he heard the door to Brian's office open was to head for the window. What he hadn't remembered, however, is that the office was on the second floor. Jumping from the window would kill him.

He was trapped.

"Your highness...?" A voice stated, shocked. John's back remained turned to the direction the man's voice was coming from, refusing to look behind. He knew his plan had been foiled. "I thought I had locked the door?"

Like a victim in a horror movie, John slowly turned around. He felt like a child who had been caught stealing candy from a shop, and cursed himself for not being quicker.

"You did, Brian." John stated, simply.

"Then however are you in my office?" The Prince didn't want to respond, Brian's voice sounded confused, however John could tell there was an element of taunting behind it. There always was with Brian.

"I have my ways." John tried to keep his voice sane, stopping his teeth from clenching. The information he had just read was playing on a constant loop in his head.

He figured if he could pretend nothing had happened and rather... Use ignorance to get out of the room, he could rush straight to Martin and ask him to call the authorities. But those hopes were soon shattered when he noticed Brian look to his right, his eyes laying upon the mess John had made of his desk.

As soon as the courtier saw the mess on his desk, his eyes became flooded with a certain darkness. And no, John couldn't tell it was not just because of the mess he had made. This was much deeper.

No longer was he relaxed and rather teasing, or monotone and blunt. A wave of horror and fear flew over his face, so fast that if you blinked you would have missed it. It was gone in a second, before the man's emotional state quickly turned to hostility.

He knew that John had seen the evidence, knew that he had been caught. His head snapped quickly back to the Prince, his facial features hardening and his gaze turning evil.

"What have you done?" He breathed out, trying and failing to keep his patience.

"I- I don't know what you mean-" John tried, but was immediately disregarded.

"You know EXACTLY what I mean!" The Alpha declared, abruptly, and John was suddenly filled with a whole load of emptiness that he hadn't experienced since nighttime as a young child. Brian took a deep breath. "What did you do? What did you see?!" His voice was terribly threatening, and any sense of professionalism had disappeared.

This was a man who, when he got into a bad situation like this, had no idea how to get out. He was panicked, expressing said panic though anger and rage.

"I saw that you tried to kill Paul... Tried to overdose him... I saw that you gave false information to the press to make him look bad. I know that you're a total psychopath!" On John's final words, Brian darted over to the desk, immediately rustling through the sheets scattered around in clear fear.

John decided he had to take this as his chance to run, knowing he probably wouldn't get another. The idea of getting out of there using ignorance was long gone.

He just had to escape.

He dashed over to the door, running as fast as he felt he ever had before. He had to leave, had to run and he had to go straight to Martin. Brian was guilty, he was guilty as all hell!

"Hey!" Brian shouted after him, furiously, and before John knew it, the mad bastard grabbed his shoulder and slammed him against the wall. John had been so close, about a metre away from the door, too. "You're not leaving..." He whispered, his voice now cynical.