Souls: The Revenge Seeker

CHAPTER 11 - The King sent for you

Scarlett's POV

"You mean Landon said that to you because of the new beamer?" Lilly asked for the umpteenth time since I narrated Landon's approach to me.

I was fuming and boiling with unmistakable anger imprinted on my gestures. I hate that bitch so much, she's the reason Landon spoke to me in that manner. No he didn't, he fucking threatened me...

My mental fiery and anger came over me like a huge wave, drowning my humanity. All I wanted right now is just to get that Olympia of a girl and crack her neck, ending her useless life that has caused me pain.

I mean how can I acknowledge the fact that a nobody who just got enrolled into this Institution few weeks ago has challenged me, choking out my own breath? Just how? After my years in this institute, Hell no!

"Seems like Landon has a soft spot for the new girl" Madison blurted and my eyes swiftly navigated towards her in rage. Like?

I laid out a disbelieving chuckle to keep myself from setting everywhere ablaze. "That would never ever happen, not under my own watch. I'm the only one Landon is permitted to fall for".

Madison and Lilly exchanged confused glances in the aspect of what I said. Landon in love with someone, that's like a hopeless hope, a fruitless one as that. Landon is not someone you can wrap around your fingers.

"Madison, you of all people should know that Landon is not capable of falling for any woman's daughter" Lilly offered

"Of course he's capable, and that would be me" I bluntly rasped, clutching at the sofa I sat on. I will kill anyone who comes between I and Landon, it's a bloody promise.

Olympia's POV

I was idle in my room with two roommates around. It was the first time since I got into this Institution that I've seen my roommates present in the room by daytime.

The other one who's name is none of my business, never talks to anyone. She's a greater weirdo than I am, more like the queen of weirdos. She pretends like I and Piper were invisible, like we don't exist in her world.

As I was still locked deep in thought, a knock suddenly sounded on the door. I waved my thoughts away and sat uprightly. My two roomies were both each reading books and they didn't look like people who wants to be disturbed.

I grabbed the responsibility of going to checkout who's at the door. Immediately I pulled the door open my eyes popped out like I had seen some ghosts. Two guards, King Landon's guards rather were standing outside my door.

What the hell are they doing in this part of the institute? I wondered with my eyes still glued on them.

"Are you Olympia?" one of them asked sternly, causing me to shiver a bit. Why are they acting so severe and mean?

For some reasons I lost the tongue to answer their scary question. Of course I'm Olympia but why am I finding it difficult to open up? They sure have bad intentions.

"Your answer should either be 'yes' or 'no' now" another one snapped but he had a calm expression than the first one. Though he had a calm expression, his tone was frightening.

"Ahem....It's....It's me" I stammered with visible fear plastered on my face.

"The King sent for you" the strict-looking guard informed and I froze. King Landon looking for me? What did I do? Oh God I'm dead.

My whole body stiffed because of how afraid I was, but I had to maintain my composure and asked what I did wrong.

"But why? I haven't done anything wrong?" my sentence sounded more like a statement than a question.

"We're not here to entertain any questions" the calm-looking guard warned and I began having goosebumps covering me from head to toe.

I was so engulfed in undeniable fear. I sure have gotten myself into a mess but what exactly did I do? Is it because I saved that girl in the cafeteria? Of course I wasn't going to watch her die.

Before I knew what was happening, a strong hand gripped me by my underarms and jerked me out of the room, dragging me along with them like some stubborn dog.

At the course of walking, it was close to 30 minutes and we still haven't gotten to the King. How I wish I could just use my Beaming power and just disappear, but they won't hesitate to make me become a bloody white bone when they find me.

I had no other option but to follow them like a newly-bought slave. We had walked pass countless unfamiliar institutes and I was getting really exhausted.

I knew from the day I stepped into this institution, that it was huge but I never bargained that it would be this large. Who the hell got the idea of building such a place?

I stopped and lowered my head, panting uncontrollably. I slightly looked up to realize they were now paused and perhaps waiting for me. The dudes both looked fine, energetic and no sweats.

What the hell? From the look of things I could fathom that they were already used to this but I'm fucking not!

Sweats began cascading down my face like some rushing water, before I could totally regain my strength; that cold strong hand got a grip of me and like before he began dragging me with them.

This strict-looking guard is such an asshole, grumpier than our security guard back at home.

After more intensive walking, we finally got to an Institute bolding written "Institute 52 : King Landon". I gaped at the giant building, all of it is for the King alone?

The building was indeed exceptional and unique with it's colour different from all others. It had this sky-blue paint decorated with red, black and white paintings as well.

I wasn't allowed to admire more as I was jerked into the institute abruptly. I bit my lip from sobbing, choking back my threatening tears. My underarm is sure going to be as red as a hotdog.

We got at a huge door after walking through the passageway, the calm-looking guard calmly knocked on the door and shockingly, the damn door opened by itself.

I was still trying to come out of the shock when suddenly a sweet fragrance flooded my mind. It was coming from inside the room. The guards matched in with me at their medial.

"She's here boss" the strict-looking guard pushed me forward and they both left. I wasn't even halfway into the room yet. It was undescribably huge and well-decorated.

A king-sized bed covering almost half of the room, a shelf with numerous books, a bar-corner with various drinks assaulting that area. A door that perhaps led to the bathroom, another door.

The beauty was just so breath-taking and beautiful, but I noticed something very interesting. Every single decor, starting with the curtains, the duvet, the doors and even the floor was painted complete white with no other color mixture.

But what seemed odd was that he always wore black with white actually being his favorite color.

"Don't keep me waiting" his Arctic cold voice ran into my ears, piercing into my thoughts and sending cold shivers down my spine.

How did I fail to realize that he was standing by his window all these while?

He wasn't even facing me, with a glass of wine in his hand. Fear began to erupt me, his mere presence isn't comforting at all. It can kill you before the real death actually comes.

Why did he send for me?