{Fight Or Flight} (Prinxiety)

If I told you I loved you. 1

( Warning: Violence, pain, torture, screaming, forced relationships, The writer IS A GAINt SH#T< swears.)

Notes: Yeah, the chapters in this book have been moved a lot. Sorry for slow updates.

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Roman looked towards his friend. Nervous sweat covering his body and causing his clothes to uncomfortably cling to his skin. "Remy I can't do this.." He softly stated. Both hands gripping his friend's shirt, tears building up within his fearful eyes. "You need to help me!"

Remy looked up at the distressed man holding back tears of his own. He removed Romans' hands and backed up. "Run, I'll cover for you" Roman blinked surprised. " And for heaven's sake gurl take that wedding dress off, it doesn't suit you at all!" Rem chuckled reaching into a chest and tossing the other his usual outfit.

"Thank you, THANKYOU!' Roman yelled spreading his wings holding onto the garments, darting out the window only to stop mid-flight hovering right outside his windowsill. Not even sparing time to change. "Won't you get in trouble you're supposed to guard me? " He questioned.

"ILl be fine GURRRrrlll, go don't worry about lil ole me!" Remy replied looking outwards. An uncertain smile upon his lips. Roman spared one last glance towards his friend as he took off, heading straight forward in hopes of crossing the hill ahead. The safest exit.

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"Prince roman you are needed." A female voice stated. Walking calmly into the room a sword in hand as a man with an ugly mustache followed from behind.

Remy gulped as she froze glancing around. "Where is he?" She asked firmly, calmly swatting Remus's hands away from her hips, giving him a quick kick to the shins.

"He left," Remy stated truthfully. Taking a step back as Remus began to grin widely.

"Oh." She breathed, "Is that true?" She pouted for a moment only to flash a smile, "Dee is gonna love punishing you, boy."

Remus slowly took a step forward, "But first I think we should have some fun"

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Roman was almost there. His wings ached from the strain. Yet we're able to pick up the pace at the spark of thrill with the idea of being close to freedom. Only for him to slow right back down as he noticed the commotion going on upon that same hill he needed to past. Roman hovered idly. Watching. He knew that he was going to have to wait.

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Deceit walked over towards the kneeling creature, his boots covered in a mixture of blood and mud as another winged person held the prisoner down.

"You know what happens when you flee right?" he asked the other. Chuckling as he stroked the other's sunny yellow wings.

The prisoner didn't make a single sound, she didn't even shed a tear as the one holding her down forced her to lean forward. Deceit pulled out a knife, still stroking the soft feathery summer yellow feathers.

Roman wanted to scream, yell, beat deceit till he was black and blue, though selfishly all he could do was watch and pray that he would not meet the same fate. He must stay hidden, though kind of hard to do when you're in a 50-pound frilled wedding dress. God, he needed to change.

Deceit firmly gripped the bend of the wing watching as the others face scrunched up in preparation of pain. The knife sliced through the soft bone stopping midway, The one holding the prisoner down looked away as she began to scream; She thrashed about trying to hold back pained tears as she bit her lip, a mixture of agonizing noises leaving her closed mouth. She screamed more for the loss of her every being, then she did for the pain.

Roman blinked away tears as deceit finished the deed, the blade slicing through. Causing the wing to fall with a simple thud into the red mucky mud.

The girl looked away, body quivering. The man roman was destined to wed then picked up the wing cutting through the primaries feathers with a chuckle, disgracing the appendage. He then laid it by the girl's feet in a mocking manner.

"learn your lesson this time flightless dove or else it'll be the other wing next time." He stated and with that, he turned around on his heels and walked away. "Now I have a wedding to prepare for."

Roman felt like his heart stopped for a moment when deceit started heading in his direction an unknown pair of eyes watching him. The winged princely like man then rushed high into the sky relying on the darkness to hide him. Luckily for him, the night sky granted him a safe hiding spot as deceit and his minions left.

Roman soared down lower into the sky once he was sure the other was out of sight he felt almost tempted to go down and save the other but a downed bird was a dead bird and he didn't have time for her.

The red and golden-winged man managed to soar down into a tree about a few feet away from his flock where he switched out of the dress and into his normal attire, The winged man tossed the dress to the side without a second thought and took off again, he had all night to find shelter for the day.

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Deceit arrived into the living room of the main building; A series of important people were scattered about the room almost half of them drunk out of their minds.

"The soon to be wed man himself is here! Now the bachelor party can really begin!" One person shouted hoisting his glass into the air and downing the contents in a simple unhealthy chugging manner. The rest of the other foolish men in the room cheered as deceit ignored them walking towards his second in command and taking a seat beside her.

"Wassup mortem." The other asked draping an arm across the scowling man's shoulders.

"Greetings Mallory." He spoke turning to face the quite sober but slightly crazy lady who grinned up at him in an unsettling manner.

"So you and roman, huh? A match made in hell! Seriously though why him?" She asked looking down at her nails.

"Because He's the most attractive winged creature in my flock and I have an image to keep up." The deceitful man stated like it was the obvious and sane thing to say. The girl shrugged-

"But you're a top, he's a top... how does that work?" She asked her curious nature leading the way of her words. "Remus kind of likes you too. . . kind of mean. "

"Well, then he'll just need to learn how to be submissive." Mortem replied looking in the opposite direction her piercing gaze making him incredibly uncomfortable. "And for Remus, I do not care."

"harsh," She spoke looking away from deceit. "So, is the yellow-winged girl dead?" She asked fiddling with her thumbs her brows scrunched up in annoyance.

"No.." Deceit replied taking a glass of wine off of the tray a servant was carrying and downing the whole thing in one gulp.

"Woah, really!? Can I keep her then.." The Disturbed girl asked.

"Sure, what do I care.." Deceit growled grabbing another wine glass and downing the continents of the cup.

"You don't like roman do you?" She asked.

"Can't stand him." He replied.

Suddenly two guards burst into the room dragging a bruised Remy.

"The bride escaped!" They hollered.

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Notes: Wow, Despite trying to fix this, it's still Sh*T.