Frozen Solid

First Son

Hayden looked at his fingers.  Did anyone love those fingers?  He clenched his hand.  No.  The answer was no.  Not his mother, not his father, not even his nurse, Jazmin.

His mother betrayed her country, Britain, for his father, leaving thousands to die. His father was a tyrant, killing and enslaving millions.   Their son must be just as evil.  He must be just as evil.

There was a knock on his door.

“Come in.” He called, watching the door open.  Jazmin walked in, carrying a tray of tea.  She wasn’t really his nurse.  She was more of a maid.

She was about 13 or so, but she was a whole 5 inches taller than him.  She had curly dark hair like little pasta, and his father made her wear the maid’s uniform like the rest of their servants.  She was always nice, but Jazmin had some underlying fear of him.

That fear kept them from becoming friends.

“I brought you tea, master.  Your father said you need to drink more.  8 cups a day is the average.”

“More like I need a liking for that vile liquid.” Hayden said.  

Jazmin’s eyes widened, and she scuffled out saying something like “Sorry, master.  I’ll bring something else instead.”

Their fingers barely touched.  Her eyes widened, and she sharply withdrew her hand.  “I’m sorry master.  I’ll be back with something more to your liking.”  She scurried off to the kitchen quickly.

He sighed.  Those fingers.  Did anyone love those fingers?

Once she was outside and away, Jazmin dropped her guard.  She sighed.  Hayden always knew.  She didn’t know how.  Whenever she poisoned his food, he always knew.  She gritted her teeth and flung the tray across the kitchen.  Why couldn’t she ever kill him?!  It was her first task, assigned to her by the president!

She had to kill him, the president couldn’t let the heads of the state branches know that the heir to the world was against every policy the president himself had put up.  Hayden needed a quiet, accidental-looking death, and as his maid and now a G.E.V, it as Jazmin’s job to cleanse the slate and remove the parasite.  Jazmin didn’t mind, he was just a human!  And to the humans, he was a demon!

“A demon, you say?   The bookworm trying to off her charge?  Naughty, Naughty. Naughty…” A voice crowed behind her.  Before she could take a look at the voice, her face was on the ground and her arms pinned behind her back.

“I want to know about you.  You’re part of experiment G.E.V, correct?”

“What’s it to you?!” Jazmin hissed, struggling to get free.

“Why did he make you?” The voice, which Jazmin believed to be female, pinned her down harder.

“Because Prez is enamored with the romantic idea of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome making forbidden love to him under the moonlight.” She taunted, clearly sarcastic.

“Not funny.” A hand clasped the back of her neck, fingers curling into her throat.  “Why did he make you?”

“To be his annihilation squad.  Don’t touch me too long, you’ll get infected.” Jazmin smirked.  She still had the upper hand.  None of the G.E.V’s would ever be beaten by a human.

“This makes no sense.  Whose annihilation?  Why were you trying to kill the president’s son?  I can stay here all night until you answer me, because I have gloves and a full body immune suit, Ms. Jazmin Ibarra.”   The voice didn’t waver, it obviously wasn’t lying.  That, or it was a very accomplished liar.