As you exit the limo, you found it almost silly that you had to be dressed up for your own imprisonment. You were wearing a blue silk, tightly fitting dress; at least you didn't have to go through the theatrics of makeup and hair. You arms were shackled with binding cuffs; you unable to access any of your abilities. You wished for your baby Clementine who was being watched by one of Valentine's maids. You were in New York City of all places giving you the desire to move you palace plans elsewhere. That is if it's still on the table after this. As you were walking, you saw other people in the same situation as you. Once you got a better look, you.. you recognized so many assassins. You looked sternly at Valentine who was way too nonchalant for your liking.

" What's the meaning of this?"

" What do you mean-?"

" These are good people who did nothing wrong! Is this the reason why you came to my coronation? You were planning since the beginning to turn me in."

" No. I'm turning you in because of what you admitted you did with your cousin."

He thinks you're fucking acting, and you were about to say more when someone rushes by. Things seem to go into slow motion as your eyes meet, and you couldn't believe who you were seeing.

It was the book keep for Solstice Alliance. He was in charge of handling all the paperwork of their missions. You try to break the metal that encased your hands.

" Stop!"

Your cheeks flared with anger as Valentine warning you.

" Why is the book keep here?! He's done nothing bad-."

" Solstice Alliance is under consideration, you see? There's proof of killing innocent people Y/n."

You snapped as you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

" You fucking knew about this?! You.. You were just drilling me for information when you asked me how I got involved. Ever since then,.. you.. you fucker-."

" Calm down."

" Go to Hell!"

" Y/n?"

You hear someone call out, and you looked as all eyes were on you. You see as they were wanting to fight their own holdings.

" Don't talk to them."

He grabs you by the hair not wanting to do this.

" Hey! You don't fucking touch her like that!"

An older man yells out knowing who you are, and a rebellion begins for you.

" Killer stone! Killer stone! Killer stone!"

You hear them yell your profession, and it gave you the determination to face Valentine head on.

" You can't do this to us!"

He leans in close whispering rather quickly.

" I can't tell if this is an act or not, but do please remember Clementine."

You sighed as you force yourself to bottle up the anger. He pushed you; you admitting defeat to him. You walked past watching the resistance eventually fade into nothing.

You soon entered the party as this occasion left a vile taste in your mouth. All around you were party goers who looked at you with such disappointment and disgust.

" Oh look, it's the Earth Queen everybody!"

Everyone laughed about finding you a joke, and even Valentine thought this was cruel. He squeezed your arm gently, but you try to pull away. Do they not realize why you have the title? You're not someone to fuck with.

Killer StoneWhere stories live. Discover now