The Royal Assassin

Chapter 2- The Three Muskteers... Or Three Morons

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 At first time seemed to go excruciatingly slow as I fell through nothing but darkness, but when my eyes fluttered open, it seemed like only seconds had passed. It felt as if my whole life was a nightmare. One that I could never escape.

Instantly I feel an ache in my back. I try to raise my arm, but they feel as if they are made of lead. With every ounce of strength I can summon, I lift my numb limbs to rip off the cursed corset that I'd been stuck wearing for so many years. My callused fingers fumble with the red ribbon. I hear some sort of ringing in the distance, but I am so out of it, I can't match faces with the sounds. Rapidly, the sounds grow in volume until I can clearly hear that it is voices speaking directly above me. My eyelids feel heavy, as they flutter open only for a second. In that time, I freeze when I am suddenly conscious of the three pairs of eyes staring at me. Green, brown and hazel.

"Is she dead?"

"No you moron! It just moved, how could the thing be dead."

"It's wearing a dress... flip 'er over. I wanna see if she's hot."

"Stop trying to check her out! She is obviously hurt."

"Chill dude. It'll only take a second."

I know what is going to happen next, and I don't care how agonizingly painful it will be. I manage to somehow work my nonfunctional body, and leap onto my own two feet and punch the jackass who was in attempt to "flip me over." My knuckles throbbed from the impact of his nose, but the pain quickly fades. With all the adrenaline running through my veins, my vision had cleared so I was able to see my surroundings.

Tall trees encircle me and I seem to be in a small clearing. Pine needles are scattered across the hard, dirt packed ground, along with dead leaves giving me the interpretation that it's fall. Looking around it seems as though the forest goes for miles, but I do see thin scattered trails, wide enough for a single person, going various ways. I feel a cool breeze against my skin, blowing back my newly cut hair. It's an unfamiliar sensation. Although with the bliss of fresh air, my head hurts and I don't remember why. All I know is that I'm definitely not in the tower anymore.

I snap my head in the direction of someone laughing. My eyes feast on a green eyed teenage boy, doubled over in fits of laughter. He points at the boy holding his nose in his hands, more out of surprise than pain. Think thats funny, huh?

On instinct, I swiftly grab the arm that isn't clutching to his stomach, twisting it backwards so fast it flips his body completely over, so he's on the ground where I had been minutes ago. I hear him grunt, and I smile in satisfaction at the reaction I could get out of him. My grin quickly fades as he replies with a devilish smirk, "Damn, Princess! Respect."

I look at the last "man" still standing... for now. He has an emotionless expression on his face for several seconds, until his mouth breaks into a cheeky smile, so big, that it's cartoon like. He starts speaking with all the confidence of a giddy child who'd just been given a carton of ice cream.