My father's Princess

Chapter 19

     Selena stood sobbing over Elis body, her hands bloody, and his chest stiller than night. There was a giant gash through his head. Selena! What happened?" She stopped her tears but her voice remained weak. "I was just coming to ask you if you'd seen Annabelle. I walked in and he started flirting right away. So I told him. I told him."
       Selena erupted into a cry of even more tears than before. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her and stroked her hair. "I told him to go die! I was tired of the constant flirting and I just wanted to find Annabelle. I told him to go die and when the bomb shook the room, he pushed me out of the way of the falling lamp and it crashed on his head! I killed him! I killed him! See that's what happens when someone loves me! They end up dead and alone! That's why he should've just given up."
       I didn't know what to say. My best friend was lying dead on the ground and I was hugging his killer. No. This wasn't his killer. It was the pretty prince who stole my Annie. He was the killer. Him and his entire war crazed family. "Selena, it wasn't your fault. It was those psychotic Sheaves. Now we're gonna go get them back. For Eli."

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     I was up in Lucas's room when I saw him coming. I hadn't seen that beautiful blonde hair for what seemed like ages. I wanted to rush towards him and run my fingers through his shaggy locks. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hug him tight. I wanted to wave, bang on the window, scream, do anything to get his attention, but I knew if he were to stay alive Id have to remain silent. More importantly, I'd have to stall. I let out a blood curdling scream, and the three  guards posted outside the door came barging in, Lucas not far behind. What I was about to do was risky and could end in death, but it had to be done. I clenched the pocket knife hidden in my skirt waiting for the right moment. Just as a guard placed the pieces together that I wasn't in my cell, I lunged. Two others attacked, but I was too fast. I grabbed ones leg and flipped it over his shoulder sending him tumbling down with a thud. The last soldier thought he had me trapped, his arms tightly wrapped around me in a choke hold, but my foot found his knee all to easily. He released his grip on me as he crashed to the ground with a loud, painful groan. Then came the hard part. Lucas stared into my eyes, face stricken with pain. I don't know why I couldn't bring my self to slash the knife across his neck like I had planned, I mean it wasn't like I was in love with him anymore. "Anne, please. Put down the knife. No one will have to know." But it was too late. I couldn't take back what I did. I couldn't heal the broken soldiers, and he couldn't mend my ruined trust, and I can't stop my self from ending the plan here. Not when I was so close. The king and queen came rushing in the room, several guards flanking either side of them. "You!" The king screeched with horror. "Send her back to prison now! No, no, no! Kill her! Right now! What are you waiting for you baboons? Kill her! Kill her now!" Two guards rushed at me and I let the cool blade slide across the cheek of one then turned around and sliced the others lower abdomen. I adjusted my stance getting ready for the next attack, but none came. Instead four soldiers were slowly trying to slide out of the room while two others looked to be twiddling their thumbs. "God damnit! Give me this!" The king yanked the gun from his useless guards hands then sacked him across the face with the butt of the gun. Shots rang out before he could even punish the other guard. As pain sprung threw my body I forced my self to face the shooter. Lucas was so close to me my blood was splattered across his white polo. He had a devilish grin spread from cheek to cheek as he turned towards his new victims. "This is for my dad you bastards!" The Queen looked horrified as her mock prince aimed the red target directly at her forehead. The king screamed incoherently as he watched his wife collapse to the ground with another loud bang from the gun. A pool of blood sputtered out of her mouth as the life drained from her eyes. Now the screams of the tyrant had come to a halt and his face took on the same look of the Queen only moments before her death. He tried to speak, he tried to reason, he tried so hard just to stutter a few words. Hands trembling with fear he said, "Son. Please. Don't-" Then I saw the monster breathe his last breath and tumble to the floor. That was the last vision I had before I blacked out.