Our Lucky Chance

His Loss

    Elijah slowly opened his eyes. He had a pounding headache and he squinted at the bright lights in front of him.It felt as if someone was slamming his head in with a sledge hammer. He reached to try and rub the sleep out of his eyes but he then noticed that he couldn't move his hands, trying to get up he realized he couldn't move his feet. It was like they were glued together. When he tried to speak up he realized the cloth that was tied around his mouth. Wet from the saliva in his mouth.
He looked around to see that he was in a small room, in front of a fireplace. It was warm and refreshing. He then spotted the bear rug on the floor and the decor that laid on the wooden walls. Small paintings were hung on the walls and then he looked up at the painting above the fireplace. It was bigger than the rest. The painting seems to be a picture of the boss. He looked so... happy in it. He had the brightest smile on his face, it looked as if he had the best life. That seemed to confuse Elijah. Half of the painting was covered in a black, silk curtain.It covered a strange figure that laid below it.
    Elijah struggled in the chair, making the floor creak. Fighting his way around the scratchy ropes, slightly giving him rug burn. Not making any progress, he felt a large hand on his shoulder which made him freeze in place.
    "Look who's finally up?" the man said with excitement. The prince slowly turned his head to look up at the figure who was looking down at him. The figure then walked around Elijah until he met his face.
    "Good morning Your Majesty." The figure said.
    Elijah tried to say something, but the gag prevented him from anything so he only was able to let out a grumble. The man looked at Elijah.
    "Oh. You want to speak hun?" the man asked. "How could I say no to such a pretty face?" the man bent down to get worryingly close to Elijah's face.
    "You have three words." The man said, gently untying the wet cloth, standing back up to look down at him. When the gag was taken off, the prince was finally able to swallow the saliva that was building up in his mouth. With his throat dry and his voice raspy from the dryness, he spoke up.
    "Who are you?" the prince asked. The man laughed.
    "Hmm. I thought Meg would have told you." he said with disappointment. "If you must know, I am the leader around here. But you can just call me Christian.".
    "You know, I am actually very happy that you showed up! You are going to make my job so much easier.".
    "What do you mean?" the prince asked, practically snarling.
    "Well... I found out Meg was here." he smiled "And she cares about you a lot.".
    "That's not true!" Elijah claimed, trying to convince Christian that she didn't but Christian didn't believe him for a second.".
    "Oh Darling... It takes only the truth to fool me, so there is no point in even trying love." Christian bent down again, cupping Elijah's cheeks to make him look up at him. Elijah had a look of disgust on his face.
    "Oh come on. Do you really have to look at me like that? Come on. Give me a smile. Show off your pearly whites, pretty boy." Christian said with a devilish smirk on his face. Elijah wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
    Christian wasn't going to take no for an answer. He tightened his grip on Elijah's face, tilting his head up and grabbing a dagger and holding it up to his neck.
    "I said. Smile.", Christian growled. Elijah quickly smiled and Christian let go of his face.
    "Good boy. Was that so hard?" Christian said, standing up and walking towards the fireplace. "Now, do you know how I know?".
    Elijah just looked at Christian in disgust but Christian could tell he was curious so he decided to tell him anyway.
    "See this darling?" He pulls out Meg's satchel he had taken from her tent and pulls out a small little book. It was dirty and you could tell that it had been written in.
    "Let me read you a page."
    " I know this is the seventh day, but everyday I seem to lose myself more and more. I sadly couldn't bring any reminders to myself because if they search through my things, they could figure out who I am. It is dangerous writing this in general.
I am happy I got the confession off of my chest before I left. I hope Elijah is safe. If I happen to see him here in this place, I might just break. The more I stay here and the more I take. I can't help but feel shame. Guilt. Anger. Sadness.".
"I am so glad this journal was found. Without it, we wouldn't have found her.". Elijah's eyes grew wide and the next statement made his heart drop.
"And that's why I'm so glad that you're here!" Christian exclaimed in a cheerful tone. He put on an evil grin before dropping the book into the fireplace.
"Oops! Now it's gone! One of the few things that would be left of her." Christian laughed. "In that journal she said if she saw you here, she would break. So not only are we going to break her. We are going to destroy her. And you'll get to watch the entire show! Front row!"Christian exclaimed.
"You are sick." Elijah said. Christians cheerful face faded to a blank one.
"I'm sick? Do you even know why I do this?". He started yelling.
"I've dedicated the last  five years of my life to SAVING PEOPLE. I SAVE PEOPLE FROM THE PEOPLE WHO HURT THEM. And Meg..." Christian screaming came to apause. He leaned in towards Elijah and whispered in his ear.
"She's dead.".
"Why would you kill her? Weren't you guys like brother and sister?" Elijah questioned.
"Why would I kill her?" Christian started laughing. "She tried to kill me!" he muttered under his breath. "She keeps getting in my way.
    "You don't understand. We could have worked side by side. Together, but she didn't agree with me. She said that this was evil. She said that I was evil, she tried to kill me." He took a breath and continued "The execution didn't even work. She just doesn't die... Well. Not until today!" Christian claimed and screeched an evil laugh, sending chills down the prince's spine. "Don't worry though darling. As soon as she is gone, you will join her and you can finally be together for all eternity.".
    "What is wrong with you asshole?" Elijah yelled.
    "I'll tell you what's wrong with me." he said, turning around towards the fireplace, gripping the black curtain and yanking it off the frame in which it laid. What was on the painting shocked Elijah.
    On the painting it was a picture of Christian with a boy standing next to him. The boy had blonde hair and emerald green eyes, hanging onto Christian. They both had big smiles on their faces. Christian looked... In love? Elijah quickly realized who was with Christian on the painting.
    "I'm doing this for him! No matter how many lives are taken! They will never amount to his value!" Christians eyes started to well up. "Fine! I'll admit! I am a bit crazy! Maybe even INSANE, but I am doing this for him and the other people like him!" He started laughing maniacally, terrifying Elijah. His laugh was loud and fast but you could hear the pain in it. Elijah almost felt bad for him.
    "You know darling? You somewhat remind me of him!" Christian pulled out his dagger again. "Let's see how this will turn out.". Christian re-tied the cloth around the Prince's face, so he couldn't protest. Christian walked behind him and grabbed his braid.
He took the Prince's braid and cut off the bottom, Elijah screaming as he did. He tried squirming out of the seat, knowing very well that he wouldn't be able to escape.
"And this is why we need the gag darling! Stop squirming, I might mess up or harm that pretty face of yours. Or even worse... There might be some consequences if you are not quiet.". Christian said kindly and quietly. That tone of voice could almost fool anyone.
Elijah remembered what Meg said. If you disagreed with him, you would regret it. So he immediately did what Christian said and sat as still as a statue. He could feel Christian cutting off more of his hair, going past the braid to the point where it wouldn't even touch his neck. He kept looking at the painting of himself and Charlie before continuing to cut. He made sure Elijah had a nice floor of hair but it was very short in the back and sides. He then made his way around to the front of Elijah, pulling down the gag and hushed the prince.
"Now don't move darling, I don't want to hurt you." he said, taking the prince's head in his hands and tilting it upwards. He holds it there as he starts cutting off all the stubble on Elijah's chin. Once he was done, he stepped back to admire his work.
"Now you really remind me of him." Christian said, kissing his forehead. "Just so stubborn. Keep up the act and I MIGHT just let you live.".
Elijah spat at Christian which earned a slap to the face and the cloth to be tied back around his face.".
    "I'd suggest that you don't do that darling." Christian said with a smile. "You don't want to know what will happen if you do it again." Christian took one last look at Elijah before leaving the room.
    He came back with another cloth and took the previous one and pulled it down. He grabbed the prince by the hair and harshly pulled his head back, pushing the new cloth hard against his face, covering both his nose and his mouth.
    "You look tired darling. Why don't you take a little nap." He said making the prince struggle to break free of his grasp, causing Christian to put more pressure onto the cloth. As time went on the prince became more and more sleepy as Christian quietly shushed him.
    "It'll all be okay, love." Christian said, taking one hand off the cloth and putting it in Elijah's hair, gently stroking it.
    "Nighty Night..."
    That was the last thing Elijah heard before passing out in Christians harsh grasp.
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