Very Bad Kings - J. S. Wonda

Game Over

They walk towards me like dogs. Like wolves, whose eyes are only trained for killing. Five of them. Five who are as different from another like darkness and light, but still, they share one thing. 

They desire something. 

Thirst for something.

Revenge, 

Retribution.

 Me.

 Five pairs of eyes are fixed on me, five dark faces, hidden beyond the black – gold masks of the kings. Only from three of them you can see the eyes and lips. Every single mouth is pulled in a different way into a seductive smile. I am trapped. They won. The chair I am chained to, cannot be moved on the ground. I have to flee, but they come closer and closer. Close enough for me to hear their breaths. Close enough that their seductive scent numbs my senses.

The person in the middle steps forward, grasps roughly my hair and pulls my head back, just to come even closer to my lips. With one finger he traces my cheek, but it doesn't feel like his fingertip. It feels like a sharp blade stroking over me. "You lost.", Jaxon whispers. He sounds like a hunter on the prowl. Silent but dangerous and so beautiful, that I would run again and again into his trap. Directly into my grave. "Why didn't you run when you were able to? Has nobody told you that chess nearly always ends when the queen has fallen? Seems like they didn't teach you that here. Even if this is the best university in the country." 

Laughs fill the room like a rain that washes me away. I am not alone. Not alone with these five figures, no. The complete lecture hall is filled. We have an audience. A faceless collection of sensation needy students, who cannot wait any longer to see me fall. But I won't. Nothing and nobody will get me to leave Kingston before I graduate. My only chance to make something more out of my life then the hell it was once. That it still is since the kings try to destroy me. But I won't let even one of these bastards win.

 "Seems like you even now aren't afraid of us." Jaxon whispers and comes closer to my face. I can feel the electricity, which has always put me under tension. For a single moment the memory of his hot body and the feeling when he sinks into me comes to my mind. Like my head was again between his hands, while he studies every single movement of my face. While he watches what Reece and Sylvian do to me. How hot it gets me... But then I think about everything he has done to me, and I am healed immediately.

 "No, I am really scared of you" I answer him with playful fright in the voice, which also now drives him crazy. Every time I challenge him, he struggles for composure. I understood long ago that Jaxon wants to ruin me even more when I oppose him. Not only ruin. He wants to completely kill me emotionally. And nearly he succeeded. "What a pity that Kingston couldn't even teach you decency. You should know..." Jaxon clicks. "That you shouldn't lie little Belle." "Oh... I have just learned from the master of illusion. You know?" I have to provoke him. I can't help it. Now I am sitting here, chained to a chair, a crowd of onlookers around me, confronted by five bastards, who want to suck out my living soul and I provoke Jaxon Tyrell. 

The King of the Kings. 

The throne holder of the elite. 

My downfall in human form. 

Mine and the one of hundred of other women, who were stupid enough to fall for him. 

Jaxon Tyrell. 

Yes, maybe I am suicidal. Have I still not learned that you shouldn't oppose him if you want to stay in Kingston? Jaxon's ice blue eyes narrow. His face is the only one I can see despite of the mask. Like I would meet him in the sunlight of day. I know Jaxon Tyrell well. To well. 

All others disappear in the faceless crowd behind me. Anyone who doesn't want to be recognized has disguised themselves. Wears a scarf in front of the face. Or pulled their dark hood over the forehead. Is Harper one of the watchers? "You almost won Belle" Jaxon now speaks louder and steps back. "I am amazed. And almost a little sad, that we now have to say goodbye. It was so close" He shows a small gap between thumb and index finger. "And fucking entertaining. I don't want to miss anything of the past few months."

 While my heart starts to race – because I cannot stand Jaxon's arrogance- the light is switched on in the back of the lecture hall. And then the whole hallway is filled with light. The viewers, this scared idiots, go back in the seats to avoid the light, when three women enter the door at the top. Three masked women. My heart breaks in the moment I realize who entered the room.

 There they are: My opponents, my rivals. Every one of them puts a cut into my heart. Everyone in another way. They all wear a white shining evening dress that flatters their figure. All three of them are beautiful. Perfect and beautiful. If it wouldn't be their personality, which makes them the ugliest in the room. Sylvian and Reece leave the kings to bring the woman into the mid. They betrayed me. Everyone of them. The extradite me to Jaxon Tyrell and now want to watch my fall with their lying chosen ones.

 "Oh, are you sad that Sylvian has chosen another woman and not you?" Jaxon asks me as he takes note of my look. Fast as hell he leans to my ear, but continues to speak in normal volume, so everybody can hear his words. "How could you ever think he would choose scum like you." The words hit hard enough for me to fight the tears. 

The audience cheers when Jaxon suddenly knocks over my chair and a panic scream leaves my lips, because I cannot help but fall. But in the last moment he pulls me back before I can fall to the ground. He pulls on the chair and opens the belt which chained me to it. Then he lets me fall on the ground and I must catch myself with my elbows. Curved I lie in front of him. 

"Run." He whispers and this time nobody hears him. Nobody, only me. 

All glow is gone in his voice, he doesn't want to play anymore. Now he just wants revenge. My eyes find Reece, then Romeo and then meet the ones of the other King. The King whose name I don't know. Zayn? The three coldly stare at me through their golden masks. For sure, they will support Jaxon. They will do anything, just to satisfy the leader. But he is only going to be fully satisfied, When I am completely on the ground, once and for all. When the chains that keep me there are real. When I bleed. When I scream in pain. 

"Today I will run." I whisper towards Jaxon. "But as soon as the first course of the semester starts, I am back." Jaxon's attractive stone-carved face turns into a hateful grimace. "You don't dare doing that" "Nobody, not even you will be able to stop me from seizing the opportunity of my life. You have chosen the wrong opponent for your game. You would need to kill me, to ensure that I don't come back.

 The expression in Jaxon's eyes changes to something not far away from a killer's look. I rob back on the floor. He would kill me; I have known this for a long time. That's why I need to ensure, that he won't be able to proceed this plan without getting problems. I will become only a problem for him. For all of them.

 One last time my gaze glides over the completely filled, dimly lit hall. First, I take a look at Jaxon's face, then in Sylvian's masked one. Demonstratively he clasps his hand with his princess. It feels like a pile is driving directly into my heart, due to this small gesture. Reece looks relaxed, like always and I almost feel sorry to declare war towards him. As soon as I am his enemy, he will surely doesn't stay so... kind. 

"See you next semester!" I call out. As a reaction I receive a lot of boos and meet eight hateful pair of eyes. Then I take flight. I run. But only to come back with better weapons. 

I haven't even started this war yet, you bastards! And no one of you will be able to win my heart ever again!