Scarlet Queen.

How to Be a Traitor when: You Almost Die

" What do you mean you haven't been able to find them!" The Queen slams her fits on the golden arm of her throne. She stares down at them, his eyes state no fear or emotion, hers keep quiet, then... there's her eyes, they stair off into space not caring. Though the Three seam normal for this moment, they are the exact opposite, they are ex- criminals and thieves.

"I mean that the three of these so called' villain' don't exist, they are no where to to found, the mafia can not even locate them" The tallest of them all yells to the queen. His pitch black hair falling in front of his icy green eyes.

" Also," The small girl standing next to him adds, "These villains, must be very dangerous of your having us send the entire mafia after them, maybe their Traitors?" The Word 'traitors' make the girl standing next to one of the large stain glass windows jump out of her skin just the slightest. The queen looks over at the girl, her long Silver black hair lay tucked behind her ears; her eyes stay fixated on the floor, day dreaming.

The queen speaks to the girl hoping to to shake her, "Keal," The girl jerks her head up, finding the queens scolding grey glare," what's wrong dear, why haven't you said anything about the 'Traitors'?"She Slightly smirks as Keal lightly cringes. The look in the queens eyes give fear to most, but Keal stands still, not fearing the queen herself, more fearing her past that the queen knows.

" My Queen Dian, I know who they are, so why are you beating around the bush and just say what you want me to do." Keal grumbled, her voice sounded like she wasn't aware of the words coming out of her dark purple lips. Like she was on polite mode. She looks away from the queen, her eyes darting to look out the window, staring at the rain dripping down the large stain glass window. Keal felt like she just wanted to wash away with the rain. To wash away from her past in this game. That...could never be though.

" Well...I know full and well who they are, Keal." A blunt state meant from Jet in his deep accent, he's know her the longest next to... him. He weaves his hand through his hair trying to get it out of his icy green eyes. His hand immediately darts back to the hilt of the left duel dragger that hangs at his side. Very deadly, not someone to mess with, even though he's scared of the quiet little girl who stands with her hands covering her mouth.

Keal just stared out the  rain stained window thinking... So many memories and this was what she was thinking about....why?

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It was the day that the game, Traîtres Vivent à Londres , was launched. Keal stood next to the  Large stain glass windows, as the sun drips though brightening the enormous room; unsure about what to do, because she promised her brother that she would play this game with him, but som... something happened...before he got to play with his little sister. In a way she was sad that he wasn't here to play with her, but she also was happy that she didnt have to listen to him talk about all of the hot female players for the first twenty days of the game. He sounds pathetic, right?

By now the beginning introduction, the rules, and job sign ups, hard already finished. Expect go the queens, Dian the Seconds, army, so most of the players had cleared out of the castle. At the time Keal Couldn't figure out how and why they picked someone to be' Queen', but Not to long after she found out, they needed a good villain. They needed someone who could be a villain to the bad and a goddess to the good.

Every thing seamed to changed in a  single second; the air seemed to lighten, and her life in the game began...  " Excuse me, are you ok? Your very pale." In that moment She made a Blood mistake,  as she calls it now. Keal turned and caught his beautiful gaze, standing in front of her was the entirety of her next few days, The first blood spilt. Their eyes meet and in that second something in Keal Changed, it might have been the fact that she had just been abandoned by her brother and was looking for someone to confided in, or the fact she fell in love at the very first sight of him. Yup, she's crazy....