Fool

Chapter I: Antoinette's Fate

A man stood in front of me.

His eyes of molten crimson burned into the back of mine. His arms crossed over his chest, as he seemed to study me with a look of hatred for a couple minutes.

I stared right back in silence. I couldn't do anything, anyways. I was chained up to a dense metal wall, in a confined room within a high levelled prison and with bullet proof glass in between me and any visitors- not like I had any. Not to mention, there were sensors and guards everywhere to detect my every movement. The amount of money spent on me was quite flattering, honestly.

Soon, he walked over to where I was.

"Been a while, huh?" The man spoke harshly.

"Yes, it has... Yuri." I respond sweetly, greatly contrasting his tone. "I'm so sad that you didn't come visit me these past years. It's been lonely."

"Liar."

"Caught me there!"

"I hate you." He came even closer, allowing me to see him in better lighting.

In the years I haven't seen Yuri, he got a lot taller and a lot more muscular. His hair was now grown out, almost reaching his shoulders. It makes me wonder what kind of missions he's been on, as a member of the secret police.

"Really? I would've thought you loved me, considering how close you are." I sneered, but really I just wanted him out of my personal space.

"Seeing your face after a long time reminds me of how much I want to punch you." Now that was semi threatening. The last thing I would want is to have my perfect face be ruined, especially because I couldn't fight back. It was also a crucial part of my master plan of seducing a hot guard into letting me out of this prison.

"If you even go so far as to touch me, you won't live to see tomorrow."

He looked at me, unamused and clearly unthreatened. "Bold, coming from somebody chained up in prison for two years."

"Bold, talking to a war machine of ten years."

He scoffed, but we both knew I won.

I was caught in the midst of a war at a young age, and later thrown into the military at six years old. To this day I still haven't learned why. What I knew was that the government was definitely corrupted. I barely survived each mission I went on! Miraculously, by many strokes of luck. Then, I climbed up the ranks to the very top. At the age of sixteen, people knew me as a 'war machine'. Afterall, I became the biggest asset to the country- and the biggest threat.

That basically sums up how I ended up here, locked in the highest security prison (they say it's the best prison, yet the food is still atrocious).

"Well, what is it?" I asked the officer.

"What is what?" A question, but it sounded more like a statement.

"Why are you here, dimwit."

"Oh." He coughed. "I just thought I'd pay a visit, because nobody else will."

Ouch. Was I supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult? Probably both. Either way, I didn't reply because he was glaring at me. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be in this prison- I'd be dead, six feet under.

"Thanks?"

He put on his hat, and turned away to leave through the door.

Did he really just come, diss me and now is leaving? Was he serious? I watched his back, as he reached for the handle, but he hesitated to the turn knob. Instead, he looked to the ground at his side in an expression of guilt. Hardly above a whisper, I heard the most horrid words come in a gentle voice.