Rogue Prince

Chapter 9

Parker:

My heart sank. Everything went quiet. My body went numb. My father. The man who taught me to fight and love, is dead. I stumbled backwards, knocking over a glass of water. I tripped over my own feet, falling on my ass. I can't feel anything. I couldn't find words. Why didn't I feel it through the pack link? Surely I would have felt it. I haven't been gone that long.
"How?" I whispered, pain lacing my voice.
"Rogues," Carter spoke. My breath hitched. If it was one of mine they better prepare for hell. No one kills one of my family members.
"Mycroft!" I roared. Within a minute, Mycroft was standing by the kitchen door, shaking slightly.
"Yes sir?"
"Get every fucking piece of shit rogue in the back," I ordered, power and anger in my voice. Mycroft didn't move. "NOW!" Mycroft whimpered and left.
"What the hell is with the yelling, babe?" Clara asked, walking in the kitchen with Xander. I didn't answer. My breathing was rough and uneven. My anger was getting out of hand. I needed to hit something. Kill something. "Babe?" Clara walked over to me and trailed her hand across my chest. "What's wrong?" I grabbed her wrist and put it back to her side. Xander stepped in.
"Leave him be," he said, tugging slightly on her shirt.
"You don't know, do you?" I asked, not looking up.
"Know what?" Xander asked, looking at Carter.
"My father is..dead."
"He can't be," Xander whispered, sitting down.
"All because of some fucking rogues. If they were one of mine I am going to make them pay. I am going to torture them until they beg me to kill them." You could hear the pain and anger as I spoke.
"Alpha Jensen wants us to go back home. For his funeral," Carter announced. Jensen. Why didn't that bastard tell me himself?
"Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't my mother? Or better yet, why didn't my fucking little sister tell me? They all fucking know where I am! Don't they Carter?" I was beyond pissed. Clara came up to me and hugged me from behind. Her touch eased me a bit. I felt her lips kiss my back, calming me down a bit more.
"Don't yell at him, baby. It's not his fault," she whispered, knowing I would hear her. I pulled her around and smashed my lips to hers. Clara instantly kissed me back. I nipped at her bottom lip causing her to open her mouth. I took that opportunity to plunge my tongue in her mouth. I pulled back, now at ease.
"I needed that," I admitted. Clara smiled.
"I know."
"They're all in the back," Mycroft said, walking back in. I eyed him, making him shake more.
"If you know something, speak up now and I'll make your death painless," I promised.
Mycroft tensed and held his breath. I stared at him in the eyes, waiting for him to say something. His lips made a tight line before he blurted out everything.
"We had to! Rocky said he'd kill us himself if we don't! Rocky made all of the plans! It was all his idea! It was only a small group of us! Me, Jack, Buck, and Rocky! Rocky tried to get Jack to kill him but he didn't! Rocky killed him! Rocky killed your father!" Mycroft wailed. A deep growl erupted from my throat. I picked up the awaiting knife and jammed it in the back of his neck, hearing the slight crack of his spinal cord. Blood splattered on my face and clothing. Mycroft's lifeless body crumpled to the ground with a small thud.
I stormed outside and roared for Rocky, Jack, and Buck. They stepped forward without hesitation, knowing I was furious. I practically ran towards Rocky and tackled him. My fist connected with his jaw. Punch after punch. I was met with a satisfying crack of his nose, blood gushing out. I was about to punch him again when someone grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"That's enough, Parker!" Xander yelled. I stood up and looked at my bloodied knuckles. I looked at Rocky. His face was covered in blood, his nose at an off angle, one swelled up eye, two teeth missing, and a cut on his eyebrow.
"Bring them to the dungeon!" I yelled. Three rogues bound their hands in silver cuffs. I saw Jack and Buck's faces. They were horrified at what I did. They'll get what's coming to them. But Rocky's will be way worse.
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I slid the silver knife across Rocky's arm, making him hiss in pain. He had a bunch of cuts on his body. He has been stripped of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers. I added one more cut on his face.
"Tell me why you killed my father," I ordered, picking up a different, bigger knife.
"Because he treated you like shit," Rocky spoke, spitting out blood.
"That doesn't give you the right to kill him. Now does it?" I slid the knife across his leg, blood running out. Rocky howled in pain. I grabbed some pliers and pulled out a tooth. Blood was now oozing from his mouth. Rocky begged for me to stop. "Why do you have these piercings? They're hideous." I pointed to Rocky's piercings on his eyebrow, nose, and upper lip. I twirled the pliers in my hand before pulling the piercing that dangled from his nose. Well, what is left of his nose.
"Stop! Please! Stop!" Rocky cried.
"We haven't even gotten to the best part!" I shouted. I pulled Rocky's chair to the a different part of the dungeon. I pulled back a curtain, revealing a bath filled with pure lemon juice and wolfs bane. Rocky's eyes widened in horror. I wrapped a silver chain around his ankles, unlocking him from the chair. I bound his hands in the silver cuffs once again. I pulled the other side of the chain, causing Rocky to fall out of the chair and to the ground. I kept pulling the chain until he was hovering over the tub.
"Please don't do this!" Rocky cried, tears streaming from his eyes.
"You didn't stop from killing my father. Nothing is going to stop me from doing this to you." I let go of the chain and Rocky fell into the tub. The sound of Rocky's agonizing screams mixed with the splashing of lemon juice and wolfs bane, filled the air.
After a couple of minutes, the splashing and screaming stopped. I left his body there and went to retrieve Jack.
"Remove your clothes. Like your leader did," I ordered. Jack did as I said.
"Don't hurt me! I didn't hurt your father!" Jack pleaded.
"You were still part of Rocky's plan. Also you didn't tell me what he was planning." I tied him to another chair, while deciding what I should do next.
I stood by the fire, deciding to stick a knife in it, heating up the blade. I heard Jack's heart beat faster.
"Scared, Jack?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Y-yes, Prince P-Parker," he stuttered, as I walked over with the heated blade. I brought the blade down into his leg, the sound of sizzling flesh and screams filled my ears. I yanked out the knife, blood oozing from his leg. I stabbed him again, this time in his arm. Jack screamed. I heated the knife again this time bringing it to his face. I set the knife on his cheek, watching it burn and blister his face.
"Just kill me. Please," Jack begged.
"You didn't kill my father. You get to live. But with that being said, you'll have some nice scars." I smiled wickedly and forced his mouth open. I brought the knife to his mouth and slowly started slicing his cheek open, blood splattering on my face. Jack's piercing screams filling my ears.
I threw the bloody knife back on the tray and untied Jack. He had tears pouring from his eyes.
"I would go and get that stitched so it'll heal properly." Jack struggled to get up. He was weak from blood loss and a stab to the leg. He stumbled getting to the door.
Next up. Buck.
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"Why'd you agree?" I asked, creating a trail of blood on his stomach.
"He was going to kill me if I didn't," he cringed.
"Then you're even dumber than you look."
Buck was hanging upside down, his hands bound in silver cuffs. I continued to cut into his stomach. "This boring. Let's try something else!" I could see the horror in Buck's eyes.
I put Buck down and then cuffed him to a table. Arms and legs bound by silver chains.
"What are you going to do?" He asked, worry lacing his voice. "You're going to let me go right? Like you did Jack?"
"No. You helped kill my father."
"So did Jack!"
"He did, didn't he? But I like Jack. I don't like you."
I pulled a rat out and placed it on Buck's chest. I put a bucket on the rat to keep it from going anywhere.
"They used to do this a long long time ago," I said, grabbing a piece of hot coal from the fire. I placed it on the bucket and heard the rat getting agitated.
"He's chewing through my chest! Parker please!" Buck cried. I didn't move. I stood there, watching and listening. You could hear the rat chewing through Buck's bones and flesh. Buck's earsplitting screams filled the room.

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It's 4 in the morning and I got this crazy idea for this chapter. Not gonna lie, I kinda enjoyed writing this. Sorry not sorry. Anyway love you guys so much💘 hope y'all liked this! (Sorry I'm a little messed up. Plus my best friend helped. He's a little mess up too!)