Skulls and Bones

Chapter four

"Q-Queen?" I asked. The Bones slowly started to walk away but they kept their vicious snarls on Marc and I.

I couldn't be a queen. I couldn't control them. I told them to stop but they could have done that on their own accord. They tried to attack me but realized that they were in fact ghost and couldn't do it. I had no control of that. There was no way I was queen.

I didn't move from my position on the floor. I didn't stop staring at Marc. His smile was so sincere and filled with patience. But I remembered my mother's words. They did exactly what she said they'd do. I couldn't trust them. The one person I did trust betrayed me.

I saw Rick and Isaac appear behind Marc but I didn't look at them. So many thoughts were in my head, so much information to process. But one thing was clear: I had to get out of here. Being in the Underworld (if that's what this was) definitely couldn't be good.

And I tried to be a good person despite my problem. I really did. It was hard to see the good person I was when bad things constantly happened to me. I didn't want to be queen, I didn't want to control the Bones or lead anyone. I just wanted to curl up in bed and wake up from this nightmare.

"I know you have a lot of questions," Marc began as he crouched down to my level. He looked hurt that I moved away from him but I truly didn't care. "But you're probably really tired also. I promise you'll get your answers soon but please get some rest. You've had a very tragic night."

"It's your fault," I whispered and a pained expression flashed a crossed his eyes before disappearing. "Just leave me alone. Bring me to the house that's empty because of you."

I knew Rick was the one who killed my mother but Marc seemed to be in charge here. It had to be his orders which made him worse than Rick.

Marc didn't say anything for a while. He just stared at me. He then slowly stood up and walked away without looking back, leaving me with Rick and Isaac.

Rick smirked as he took a step forward. "Grab her," he ordered Isaac and the big guy walked over to me. There was no reason to fight because I wasn't going to escape.

Yet.

*

The room I was put in was much better than my old room I had to admit. It was the same dark red wallpaper as most of this place but instead of being lit by torches, it was lit by dim lights. There was an elegant queen sized bed with dark red silk sheets, clear double doors opening to a balcony, a large closet and a bathroom fit for a family. There was no technological devices I could use except for the phone in my pocket but that was useless. There was a small black dressers on each side of the bed and each held a black lamp. Black and red seemed to be the only colors of the palace.

Inside of the closet were the clothes that I packed when my mother tried to save me along with a few new ones that were for royalty. I hated looking at those dresses because queen kept ringing in my head.

I was no queen.

I ran a hand through my dark hair as I stared out the balcony. The air was cool but I didn't care about getting a little cold. I could have escaped from here but the balcony was too high up and there was no way for me to climb down.

I hated crying but I couldn't help it. I never thought I would miss my mother so much. It was true that you never knew what you had until it was gone.

"Crying isn't going to make anything better," Rick's voice sang and I turned around. He was leaning against the door of the balcony with his arms crossed over his chest and his familiar smirk.

"Why are you here?" I wiped my tears away. I didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. All of this crying made me extremely tired but I didn't want to close my eyes and fall asleep in this place.