The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 280

{Song of the chapter: Goner - twenty one pilots}

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Two days.

That was how long until Cassi and Lake would die. Unless I killed them first, of course. Though that didn't seem like a very attractive nor viable option.

A small beep emitted from my comm. It was lying on my desk, scattered amongst too many newsgrams. I'd spent my time searching endlessly for anything on Greon, but he kept a very clean record. Suspiciously clean, I'd say. There was hardly anything about him-- his common name wasn't even in the database. There was a 'President Greon', but nobody with the last name of 'Greon'.

I snatched the comm, answered the converse, and held it up to my ear-- already annoyed. "Yes?" I snapped, little patience was in my voice.

"Your Highness, a guard and a prisoner have escaped. We don't know where they are, but we are searching limitlessly for them."

I frowned. "Names?"

"Uh," the guard stumbled for a moment as he scavengered for their names. "Um, Ember Kmul hi 
My heart jumped. "Leave them!" I said just a bit too eagerly. I cleared my throat and started again, "Um, I mean, it's fine. We have bigger issues."

The line was silent for a moment. Undoubtedly the guard was battling with his thoughts, wondering whether he should protest or not. He wouldn't dare speak against me, though.

"Oh. Uh, okay, Queen."

Called it. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, um." There was a pause and a few nameless whispers from new voices. Finally, he said, "A fugitive by the name of Javi Xiver has been spotted in the east side of The City."

So. That was where he ran off to. I was surprised, I'd figured he had gone back home.

Though... It had been a over 20 days, and the bills hadn't been paid. A new family had probably already moved in. My heart sunk rapidly at this realization. It was our home-- no matter who was living in it.

"It's fine," I dismissed. "Leave him be. It doesn't matter. Focus on the riots, and we also have spies amongst us. Find them."

"Wha-- spies? Your Majesty, are you serious?" His voice held such disbelief, it almost sounded fake. Maybe he was a spy himself.

With a roll of my eyes, I pulled the small device away from my ear and discontinued our conversation. Tapping my fingers nervously against the wooden desk, thoughts ran through my head of what things I could do about this. Cassi was, as far as I knew, somewhat safe. Javi would be fine-- my trust was complete in him. There was only one person left-- other than the seventeen other prisoners whom I didn't care much for.

Lake.

Did he know what was happening? Would he even care?

I didn't want to admit to myself that, no, he probably didn't care. He was probably sitting alone in a clean white room over thinking, most likely planning revenge on me. A smile faintly touched my lips. Lake didn't have the heart for revenge, no matter how greatly he hated me.

Will we ever be able to mend what we had?

This thought had haunted me ever since I had last seen him. Despite what I wanted to pretend, and despite however cliché it sounded, we had something strikingly amazing and special. Something I never had with Jove-- no matter how hard I pushed myself.

It seemed impossible for us to ever have a future together now, but it seemed impossible for me to have a future anyways-- so one could dream, not?

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"Queen?" A hesitant voice asked through my creaked open door.

"Yes, yes, come in," I snapped, exasperated and irritated.

The guard, I recognized her as the one who had brought me gazillions of grisly dresses, muddled awkwardly through the door and into my office. When she was finally in, and she caught sight of me, a beam lit her face.

"Hello, Your Highness," she said.

My lips drew into a thin line as I nodded. "What do you need?"

Her cheeks flushed a livid scarlet. "Uh, I just wanted to talk to you."

My eyes narrowed. Eyeing her with skepticism, I said, "And why is that?"

Her smile grew a somber undertone to it. "It's just that...," she started dawdlingly, "you seem lonely, My Queen."

"I'm not."

Her eyebrows raised high above her grey eyes. "I'd hate to be ill-suited, but Queen, you've lost your boyfriend, family, friends. Who do you have left?"

I shot a highly conflagrant glare towards her. "Myself! And that's all I need!" I said.

"Really? I just want you to know... You can always come to me for anything, Your Majesty." Her soft voice was full of genuineness, and my heart couldn't help but warm at the gesture.

I peeked at the name tag hanging for her collar. H. Jaylo.

"Thank you," I whispered. It was definitely the first time I had ever muttered those words to any Authority guard before.

The corners of her lips quirked upward. "Anytime, Your Highness," she said softly. After that, she swiftly turned and left the room with much more grace and confidence she had came in with.

I watched the back of her leave. The guard's heavily ornamented belt was much too tight on her, with her gut overflowing it it. I'd have to issue her a new one. Her dark brown hair, including various strands of grey, was messily braided and laid at the base of her neck.

The door fell shut, and the room fell quiet. My own heartbeat seemed overbearingly loud to my ears. 

You can always come to me for anything.

Those were the words I needed to hear so very much. I was dismally disconsolate, against what I wanted to convince myself. H. Jaylo, she'd help. Deep down, I knew what I had to do, though.

I had to patch things up. With Lake, with Cassi, with everyone. People could change, that was something I believed from the core of my heart, and I'd dedicate my life just proving that so.

I could change. All it took was a few heartbreaks, a few deaths, but I'd change.

I could still make this worth it.

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