The Forgotten King {Hiatus}

Chapter 3: His Highness-Fury

When I woke up the next morning, I was in a queen size bed that had the most comfortable mattress I had ever laid on. Confused on how I had gotten into Zero's room, I attempted to get up, only to let out a squeal of pain, discovering that though the drug no longer caused me any agony or caused me to hallucinate, my body ached with the pain it had been caused that night. Thirteen, who had been passed out on the floor, jumped up and looked at me with concerned eyes.

"I wouldn't move if I were you. The director called Zero over at around five in the morning to drop you off at your room. According to Zero, you were on his couch, bleeding everywhere because of the drugs, and um, the other thing he did to you..."

He went silent, like he was frightened of the actions the director had done to me. Confused, I slowly turned my head to examine my arms, only to skitter away from them and fall off the bed. It hurt so bad, but I was absolutely haunted by the names that had been carved onto my arm. He had every damn one of them, all carved in neat penmanship, like he was so proud to know the things that hurt me the most. I temporarily forgot the pain in my body and was overwhelmed with emotion. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry, or scream, but I refused to look away, I stared at the names, wishing with all my heart that they were still alive, but at the same time, I was glad they had been spared the fate I now suffered.

Thirteen came over and grabbed my arms, pulling me into a hug. I froze for a second, but I was to hurt to care, and desperately leaned in to the hug, hungry for comfort. He whispered into my ear,

"You really did scare me, when Zero called me over to help you, I wasn't expecting this. Why was he so upset? I don't think what you did qualified for this sort of treatment!"

Smiling, I pushed him away and sat back on the bed, ignoring the way my mind and body screamed in pain.

"Whether it was deserved or not is not my problem, this is to be expected. I am his number one, and he feels that I must always be at my best or he will make me be at my best. You need to remember, that to him, we are nothing but tools that can be used to clean up his messes or silently eradicate those who disturb him. In his eyes, we are not human, so he can treat us however he sees fit."

He looked away, uncomfortable with the seriousness of the topic, so I decided to change the topic.

"So, what's up for today?"

"Well, as we are eating breakfast, were supposed to have a meeting discussing what they're going to do with that kid, Derrick. I'm not sure what's there to decide though. Just kill or use him as a test subject, it's not like he'll be missed. I already looked him up, his dad was his only family so we can eliminate him..."

"I guess well find out soon enough, huh?" I said with a little smile. I carefully stood up, debating on how I was going to get through today with my body this messed up. Zero burst through the doors with a strait jacket, a vile, and some coffee. He quickly looked me over,

"I hope you're doing better now, this morning you looked horrible, I think I really did fear for your life for a moment. You realize how much of a bloody mess you were? I don't think there was a speck on your body that wasn't covered in blood! "

I shrugged, like this was typical. "It wasn't like I could resist, and besides, he would never kill me. I quote, "You're the best weapon I have ever created." Unquote. Also I'd like that coffee."

Zero couldn't help but smile in sympathy, he understood why I put up this act of bravado, it was all for Thirteen's sake, I didn't need to pretend around Zero. He knew me well enough.

"Before I give you the coffee, please take this. I won't be able to survive today if I know you're in pain every moment."

I stood still, allowing him to jab the vile containing powerful pain relievers into my body. I sighed deeply with relief, as the medicine immediately took effect, soothing my aching body and my mind. I looked gratefully into Zero's eyes, and he nodded, acknowledging my thanks and handed me my coffee.