Game of Royals

03 Inevitable

The man wore a fancy white robe the kind befitting a king. He had white hair, blue eyes and I had the slightest feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. One of the thugs had a gun trained on him, but I could see the young individual didn't care about being held hostage as he just yawned. But when he turned to look at me he seemed surprised.

"How did you get in here?" the one in the robes said asked as he set down an old fashion telephone in one hand.

I didn't reply I simply just stepped forward.

"Halt. One more step or I will blow his brains out," said one of the terrorist as he butted his gun at the youth.

"In my name, Aron Adin Schwartz, prince of England, let him speak," he said. The terrorist looked at him as if he went nuts.

"Did you come here just to hold the prince hostage?" I asked none of them in particular. All four of them just stared at me.

"They certainly bloody are. They are just here to take my life. Oh life, what a precious and fragile thing," I held gaze with him for a moment, attempting to grasp his thoughts. Through the window, I could hear a siren going off. I walked over to the window and pushed apart the curtains. Apparently we are almost at London central, but the train hadn't slowed down the slightest bit.

"Where is this train going?" I turned and asked the prince.

"Possibly all around Europe; since this train runs on solar energy it can travel throughout the day and store up energy along the way. The battery is strong enough to last for up to 3 days," the prince spoke while completely ignoring the guns trained on him.

"Great. I am going to be late for class," I said.

"That will be the least of your worries young man," replied the prince.

"What are being you held hostage for?" I ask even though he doesn't look like a hostage to me.

"Family business, the kind of business you never want to be involved with. Now let me take care of my business and please do not interfere further, commoner," The prince said arrogantly.

"I am afraid that is not possible," I said.

One of the thugs aimed his gun at me.

"Put those bloody weapons away please, can't we just sit down and reason this out like reasonable gentlemen?" the prince asked then sighed.

"Tell me how to stop the train," my voice snapped.

"Go to the control room which is behind this door and hit the kill switch. But you will have to get through those guys first; and also, the conductor is dead. I wish you the best of luck."

"I don't need luck; never trusted it."

His eyes seemed to gleam when I said those words.

"Luckily I believe in what you believe too," he said. Then suddenly lurching forward he completely caught the thug beside him by surprise. I dash to the nearest thug, but too late a shot rang out. Blood sprayed across the wall, but I didn't check for whose blood is it. I performed an uppercut followed by a sweep kick, knocking a thug against the wall. The second thug took out an army knife and threw himself at me. I countered it with a side step and a side kick; he too was knocked out cold against the wall. Then the last and final thug, the one with the gun trained his gun on me, fired like a madmen. I quickly dodged roll behind a couch, with feathers flying everywhere all over room.

"I got hold of him, quick!" came a hoarse voice. I didn't wait for further words; I dove left scraping my left elbow. The terrorist was reloading and was trying to kick away the prince, like an adult trying to disconnect a chained ball attached to his leg. I aimed and shoot, followed by a long silence, as the thug fell to the ground. I didn't hurt him this time, I killed him. Though right now is not the time for either grief or guilt. I dropped my gun, and walked up to the prince; his face is all bloody and his entire body was pooled in blood.