"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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"I know how much of a coward you are, Rox. I knew you would never come alone" Tyril sits at the top of the desk, his eyes boring into mine.
"Well, now that you're here, let's have some fun. Who wants to play never have I ever?" He continues. He's on the chair, a gun on all sides of that thick skull, and yet he still has the audacity.
"Never have I ever killed a coward" Bianca grits, her pistol on the back of his head. "Oh, I have. Watch me do it" Felix answers back, hands tightly wrapped around his gun.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Can we not do this today? I have no intention of killing anyone. Not until next Thursday"
I hear the footsteps. Hundreds of them, running up the stairs. Soon enough, we're covered on all sides. Backup is on the way. I'd say we have the advantage here.
"If you shoot, they're gonna poke so many holes through you that you're gonna be used as a garden hose" Tyril leans back on his seat, carefree.
"Oh, and did I forget to mention? My brother is out on a date. Wait till he gets back, at least" he stares right at me.
"Where's your girlfriend, Zane?" At the fucking mention, I shoot. Not at him, but at his feet. He jumps.
We need him alive.
He curls his lip, giving me a full-fledged smirk. "If I were you, I would check the car"
I freeze. What?
The cigarette in his mouth is soon in his hand, rolling back and forth.
"I wonder how long it takes for a car to blow up if the fuel is leaking"
Behind me, I hear Felix gasp. He lowers his gun.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Bianca stares at him. "Zane, lower you gun" he says.
I don't.
"Lower you fucking gun, Zane" I look into his eyes, trying to find some clue as to what he's saying. "Too late"
The cigarette flies out of Tyril's hand and out the window. Below it stands my car. The boot.
My eyes widen as I connect the dots.
Felix let's out a gut-wrenching scream when the cigarette falls onto the car. I stop breathing.
In a moment, it blows, ash and smoke flying everywhere.
In that moment, my nerves seem frozen. Everything around me slows down. Felix falls to his knees, the gun flying out of his hand. Bianca holds still, gun clutched, but her arms shaking.
I let the gun fall.
You're an arrogant, disrespectful piece of shit.
Why is the f word in your dictionary so often? I just wanted to hear your voice, jeez.
