Lone Prince

1932 - In America.

I smelled the air, I expected it to be a bit more, uh, pleasant. I kept walking through the crowds.

"Sir?" I asked, needing help as to where I should go, "Ma'am? Miss, oh never mind." I huffed. I pulled my hat down a bit lower and hiked my skirt up and slung my bag over my shoulder. I heard the whisper of a lady and man. " How unladylike of that girl. Why she should walk like a female not a man on a drunken rage." She whispered to him.

I stopped and turned quickly looking at her eyes with daggers.

" Excuse me miss." I said politely with a smile. She gave me a look of annoyance.

"If the people in this dear town weren't so rude I wouldn't have to hike my skirts up and walk like a what did you say, ah yes a man on a drunken rage, if you people would help me!" I said rudely and kept walking. She looked horrified, staring at me as I walked away.

Quickly I made my way across the street and sat on a bench and took out the letter I had kept safely in the folds of my skirt. I re-read the letter. I put it back after I saw where I had to go and sat there stumped. I took my hat off so I could adjust my orange hair. I put the hat back on and leaned back against the bench and shut my eyes, focusing on the sound of the crowds.... then I woke up the light still shinning was from a streetlamp. The sun was gone and I was stranded on a bench. I didn't even know what time it was. It was then that I suddenly realized a figure sat at the other end of the bench my feet on his lap.

I screamed bloody murder. "Get away! get away!" I threw my hat and bag at him. I got up and tripped over my skirts. I fell flat on my face, so I began to crawl as fast as I could. Feet suddenly appeared infront of my face so I began crawling back toward the bench while I still screamed. Why no one had come out to see what was happening eluded me.

He chuckled deeply. It would have been a beautiful sound if I hadn't thought he was gonna kill me. I crawled under the bench.

" You look like a child crawling away from her parent because she refuse to do as she was told,"he paused kneeling down," I won't hurt nor kill you,love"

"Get away from me!" I found the umbrella and grabbed it with my left hand and swung it at him, hitting him in the face. I heard a grown.

"Will you knock it off!" He snarled. his hands grasped my arms like shackles and pulled me out. I kicked him repeatedly but it had no effect.

I was scared, not because of him, that's what scared me. I was curious more than anything, It scared me that I now trusted that he wasn't going to kill me in my heart, but my brain still told me to fight and try to escape. So I kept struggling.

" Your gonna hate me for this...I'm sorry." He said right before the world fell into a darkness that I was afraid would never let the light in.

I knew he'd kill me, I was dying because of him. My heart lied, and I didn't even see his face....