PRINCESS// MICHAEL CLIFFORD

Chapter 2

A novice soldier, a recruit, an ordinary guy able to lift a gun, a dog, a cat, even a penguin.

All of these would be able to defend me better than the subject opposite me would, the Colonel must have drunk some strange Oriental infusion for thinking this idea might be barely feasible.

"Clifford haven't you been taught that you cannot swear in front of the royal?" The lieutenant asks and the boy shrugs snorting.

"Forgive me, your Highness, for the tones with which this animal addressed you" the Colonel apologizes while Clifford looks at us smiling.

"So, to sum up, I should risk my life for the spoiled brat get her to safety and then you will set me free, won't you? What's the catch? " he asks trying to gesticulate but the handcuffs don't allow him the desired movements.

"There is no deception, the Princess must arrive to the Royal Island and you must do it" the Colonel says while I focus on the prisoner's hands, he has small tattoos on his fingers, when I look up I see Clifford glaring at me.

"What if I don't want to?" The boy asks and I watch the Colonel, I asked myself the same, once he was the first to fight to try to kill me and now he should risk his life for me.

"The alternative is the death penalty Clifford" Gallagher says coldly and the guy looks down as to think about the pros and cons, deep down I hope he refuses and chooses to face the death penalty he deserves.
"If I accept I want my team with me" he says concentrating on the Colonel's eyes, he nods and the boy smiles.

"Perfect, I'll save Barbie's ass"

Kirby keeps me beside him when we walk along long, dark and smelly hallways with the convict who is held in check by at least ten armed soldiers.

"Colonel, you're really in good shape, did you do a lot of sex after having imprisoned me? Surely your wife was proud of you and what better way to reward you for your work than getting laid?" Clifford asks but everyone ignores him, except for me, I keep watching him, he's a strange individual starting from his blue hair.

"Gate 4" the lieutenant says stopping in front of a whole black and closed cell, I hear a bell and after the bars begin to open slowly, the room gets completely dark so I try to get my eyesight used to it and I see a silhouette standing in the middle of the cell.

"Wow, they put you in a luxurious cell Luke" Clifford says laughing and the silhouette moves forward slowly experiencing the light and revealing a blond mane and two light blue eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" the blonde boy asks looking around, confused, and then, noticing my presence, and opening his eyes wide, "Do I have visions or is the Princess in front of me?" Luke asks him running his gaze on me and making me feel uncomfortable.
"No she's the one, guess who will leave this shit today?" Clifford asks and Luke, as he guessed everything, smiles and beckons to a guard to uncuff him.

I stay away from the two criminals that continue to walk around joking with the guards who ignore them and continue to guide them to a cell different from the others, one made like a cage, I look inside and see a dark-haired boy sitting quiet on his bed while playing with a lighter.
"Calum, what about going out for a ride?" Luke asks and the boy with brown hair looks up and smiles getting up and approaching the gate already opened.

"I hope for your sake that you still have my clothes because these fucking jumpsuits are horrible" he says coming out and looking at me confused "Get Irwin" the Colonel says and the guards nod moving towards a cell and opening it, as soon as the door opens I hear a laughter that makes my skin crawl.

"Boys, a little advice; put some cats in there because there is an overpopulation of mice"a blond boy says exiting the cell and smiling to his friends.

"Big daddy, now give us our babies" Clifford says turning to the Colonel who nods leading us in a room lit by blue neon lights, some guards with black bags approach the four guys and offer them those.

The four, accompanied by some armed soldiers, enter into a room and ten minutes later they exit dressed differently, in fact they all wear tight black and ripped jeans, in fact they all wear differently and tattered, black shoes and Clifford is wearing a simple black t-shirt, Calum a tank top with written "Anxiety" on it, Luke a red and black shirt and Ashton a My Little Pony t-shirt and a red bandana tied around his forehead.

"Should they be the meanest? One of them is wearing a My Little Pony t-shirt" I say out loud and immediately Clifford scowls at me.
"Listen, Princess and the pea, you are already pissing me off, maybe if you avoid being an asshole I can avoid hurting you" I look at him with my mouth wide open, nobody had ever talked to me using these terms and this tone before, I can't answer him before a guard hits him in the side with a taser gun causing him to moan in pain.

"You must not speak to the Princess like that, idiot" the man says and Clifford growls at him before drawing his attention to the Colonel that is holding some sheets in his hand.

"Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings, Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood, you have been chosen for one of the most dangerous, important and suicide missions ever, you must bring the Princess Rebecca Elizabeth Collins to the Royal Island and you must protect her from any danger so that she may reign safe" the Colonel says and all the boys but Michael, who keeps staring at me, nod.

"Luke Hemmings, arrested in the rebel territory, amount of kills: 412, skilled with bow and arrows, distinguishing features: marksmanship and agility, rebel" the man says reading and Luke smiles, proud of himself.

"Calum Hood, arrested at the village east of the border, amount of kills: 246, skilled with swords and knives, distinguishing features: speed and cleverness, rebel".
"Are you serious? They are 245 total killings" The Chinese boy tells them complaining but pointing their guns at him is enough to shut him up.

"Ashton Irwin, arrested after the battle in the outskirts, amount of kills: 326, skilled with handguns and rifles, distinguishing features: shrewdness and strength in hand-to-hand combat, rebel" the Colonel says turning the page and starting to leaf through at least a dozen pages.

"Michael Clifford, arrested after being sedated and paralyzed in one of the most bloody battles, amount of kills 1704, skilled with any weapon, distinguishing features: madness"

Michael laughs and I shiver because of the number of deaths they carried out and also because, instead of feeling guilty, they are smiling proud of themselves.

"Choose your weapons" the Lieutenant says and the four guys dash into the room filled with all kinds of weapons, I observe Luke while he grabs a black bow and a quiver full of arrows putting it on his shoulders.

Calum reaches the sector dedicated to swords and grabs a sharpen and gleaming katana, looks at it passing his finger over and smiles by tucking it into its case.

"Now we're talking" Ashton says grabbing a dark green rifle and aiming around him looking through the small glass circle, Michael instead wanders quietly in the room before grabbing two shining black guns and smiling putting them in his trouser pockets and then looking at me.

"Your Majesty, do you protect yourself with fingernails or with heels?" Clifford asks making fun of me and I look at him with hate moving theatrically a blond lock of hair from my shoulders and turning to the Colonel.

"Touchy and spoiled, perfect, it will be very awesome to protect you" he says and I turn suddenly.
"I am a Princess and you must pay me respect when you speak to me" I say and he looks at me raising his eyebrow on which there is a piercing.
"No way."

I look at him trying to calm down given that a Princess cannot be vulgar and I turn again to the Colonel who is looking at me.
"Are you ready for the mission, Your Highness?"

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