Dark Matter

Chapter Four

I sneer, pulling down the collar of my blouse, blouse! Who would've thought Subject B18 would wear decent clothing one day.

I set my jaw as I eye the room around me. It doesn't seem to be as luxurious a room as I'd expect royals to dine at, but then again the man --Julian-- said that he wasn't a royal.

"Never a royal..."

He spat the words with almost as much disgust as I feel towards the so called royals. It amazed me to see someone else, especially a silver, possess such hatred towards them.

I grip the table in front of me as I hear footsteps approaching. If I close my eyes I can imagine exactly where they're going.

Thud Thud

I loosen my grip around the table, inspecting it to be sure it's not dented, but I never let go of the breath I'm holding in.

Thud Thud Thud...

I exhale slowly as the footsteps grow weak until a slight tap is all I hear from them. I open my hands to stare at my hands, thinking about that night, it was only yesterday.

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After the words explaining my identity leave my mouth, it's as if a spell breaks, and I can breathe again, feel again.

"What"-- I hold my throat in my hands, as if it were guilty for betraying me--"what on Earth did you do to me?" I extend one hand to release the darkness from my pals but my hand is shaking so badly I can barely aim, let alone hurt someone with my powers, I let out a curse.

"You have nothing to fear here." The man holds his hands up, to indicate he has no weapons, but I know that isn't his real weapon.

With my hands still shaking, this could be the death of me, or worse, I could get captured again. I shake my head, I won't be captured, not again.

If only I could get my powers to work, but my hands shake so badly I don't think I can hold a fork with one.

"What have you done to me?" My voice shakes just as badly as my hands, and I should've been able to come up with a better question, what do you want? What will you do now? But no, my brain was still dazed, and I feel like I could drop dead any second, at least that way I won't be captured.

"Lady"-- he stops himself, turning away from me for I am not a lady nor does he know my name, I don't know my name--"I swear to you, no harm will come to you by me, you have my word." If my whole body wasn't shaking and my brain didn't feel like it had shut down I would snort, of course he won't get his own hands dirty, they have Sentinels to do that for them.

"What will you do now?" My hands are still shaking, but I notice that they got better by a noticeable degree, maybe if I keep him talking I can find a way out, maybe.

"I won't do anything you don't approve of at first." He's still standing back, hunched a little as if he were approaching a wounded lion, you are a wounded lion.

"What do you mean?" If I ball my fists I can almost reduce the shaking to nothing, but I know my powers haven't returned yet, but they will soon.

"Tell me of your purpose here in the palace." He takes one careful step forward, I decide to let him as I was still recovering from the attack, was it really an attack?

"Why? So you can report it to the royal highnesses, you filthy little royal?" I spit the words into his face and don't miss how he flinched at the word "royal", I don't have time to wonder why.

"I'm not a royal..." To my amazement he spits the word with nearly as much disgust as I do. "Never a royal..." His face twists into something darker, much more sinister, and I feel the need to step back for a second, but my feet hold firm, ironically because of their own instability.