Kingdom of Lies

Chapter 18

Herro!

This chapter is probably going to go up super late lmao, apologies!
I'm currently away on a lil getaway with my family before school starts (gag) so I'm trying to spend my time relaxing and spending all of my money on the arcade games :)

Hope you guys understand xD

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Anyway, enough of my blabbering

Y'all ready?

LEGGO.

Time has gone excruciatingly slow before. Time has blown by faster than the blink of an eye before.
Time has escaped between the gaps of my fingers and has choked me with a blindingly tight grip before.
But never has time stopped like it did just now.

I can barely see anything through the crack in the doors, but I see enough.
I hear Malachai's grunt of disapproval, Valentine's yell of anger, but it all takes a backseat to the small gasp Alice makes as her watery blue eyes fly open.
Her delicate elderly face seems to age another ten years right before me, little bits and pieces of frozen time floating in my mind.

Alice's frail fingers grasp the two arm rests, her entire frame seizing before crumpling against the blade in her chest.
The pale and worn garments all maids were given to wear to formal events that she had lovingly kept spotless seemed to drench itself with blood, unfurling slowly in a dark red stain.
Her eyes didn't leave mine.

Releasing me suddenly,the moment stops. The clock ticks again. And now Valentine removes his sword, but Alice's body is no longer there.

Instead, it crashes to the ground at Valentine's feet, small and pitiful like a broken doll cast aside by its owner.
I fall backwards out of shock, the door slightly slipping closed as my hands scrabbled backwards on the plush carpet.
The hallway seems too bright.Too quiet. Too innocent for what had just happened.

Malachai's reproaching tone finally clears the buzzing in my ears, muffled behind the heavy wooden door.
I need to get out of here before they see me. Before they kill me.

The heavy shawl around my neck pulls at me as I flip onto my hands and knees, pushing myself into a standing position before barrelling down the adjoined hallway as fast as my weak knees would allow.
Alice was murdered.

Everything is spinning out of control, the stones I'm running on seeming to fall out from underneath me even as I step on them.
The walls of my childhood home seem to melt and twist until it's my own personal hell.
By the Angel, Alice was just murdered.

I keep running, wishing to get lost in the familiar corridors, wishing to bleed out the image in my head.
Oh Angel please, please someone tell me I'm dreaming.

My heel catches onto the thick carpet and sends me plummeting to the floor, knocking the wind out of me. I just sob, burying my face deeper into the rug and clenching it tightly in my fingers in defeat.Alice. Jonathon. Both gone, both murdered. By my father.

Stifling my sobs with the floor, it takes everything in me not to reach up and tear my hair out by the handful, just in a lack of not knowing anything else to do.

Jonathon was murdered.

She's alive.

Alice was murdered.

Go to the dungeons.

My mother had died in a carriage accident.

She's alive.