The Queen of Earth

Chapter 9

3:00 am (4 hours before News coverages)

(Samaya POV)

The Blood...

So much blood...

11:30 (flashback)

My vision was blurry even with my glasses on. I feel so...paralyzed. I'm on my back in a hurtful position on the wooden floor. I hear muffled sounds, but only one sentence I can make out.

"It's all your fault!" Something fragile breaks after that.

My head hurts. God, it hurts, like I was hit was something hard.

Hearing choking, I turn my head to my left. My vision was starting to clear as I saw a figure lying not far from me—a woman. Coughing and choking up blood and spit, while clutching her expecting stomach as blood seeped out of her, intestines are visible.

My breathing hitches as I realize it's Lakita.

"L-Li- ki- ta?" My voice sounds sore and broken. Hearing her name, her eyes only move to see me. Her eyes were bloodshot with tears. No. no, no no! I, without a second thought, painfully slide my body across the floor to her.

My body hurts. I choke back a sob.

Why does it hurt so bad!?!

I make it close enough to her unoccupied hand laying out and slide my arm to so our fingers are close enough to intertwine.

Lakita, what happened to you? What went wrong here?

Tears escape my eyes as I watch my best friend fight for her life.

"STOP, NO! MOMMY!" A parsing scream could be heard somewhere in the house.

That sounded like Jeremey!

The squeeze from Lakita confirmed that. Her teeth clenched as I saw her with my own eyes, try to move to get to her baby. It only made her injuries and pain greater. More tears flowed out of her eyes when she couldn't; she whimpered.

Someone was hurting her baby boy, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

It was the first time in my life I'd ever seen her so powerless.

My eyes burned with rage. Then, slowly letting go of her fingers in the pain, I forcefully roll myself to my back slowly to not hurt myself more. Once on my stomach, I'm out of breath.

"I-I I'm so- orry-y" Her voice was dry and faint as she was talking her last breaths. My eyes widen, retaking her fingers—more movement in the house.

"No. E-everything is g-going to be okay." I tried my best to reassure her, but we both knew it was no use. Hold on to her finger for dear life as her breathing going slower. "Don't g-go." My voice cracked. She swallows and gives me a faint smile. "Look at me!" I say louder through my burning throat; her head starts to face away from me. "Don't. Go." I push myself more to her that I'm able to throw my arm across her chest. I cup my hand on her cheek so she can look at me. "Please." I plead to her.

"I'm sorry." She takes her hand off her hand and touches my cheek, leaving her prints. The smell of her blood engulfs my senses now. Her cherry oak wood sent completely gone. I shake my head.

And like that, her time ended. Her head drooped in my head, and her hand swiped off my face leave her hand streaks.

I just lost my best friend.

I couldn't do anything to stop it. I snapped. Letting the loudest scream of burning rage and pain that was building inside. I lost consciousness.

(End of flashback)

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3:15 am

"I still can't believe we have to bring it." A girl's familiar voice said in disgust. I'm laid on my side. I keep my eyes closed. And felt that my hands and feet were tied together on my back with a cloth stuffed in my mouth. The faint screams from the party triggered to let me know that this was real and everyone was dead.

"It's not my call to complain..." That voice sounded like the murderer "Dan," if that is even his name.

"You're the king!" She whined. By the sound of her movement, I take it that she's a spoiled bitch. Annoying. But a king?

"And you are the servant! Now shut up before she wakes. If we would've done it, there wouldn't have made in time before it dies, and you know how limited my powers are after that incident" I hear his movements go faint by the crushing of the grass, indicating that we're in the woods somewhere.

"Verena, don't you ever stop being annoying?" Confirmed by a new voice that's much deeper than "Dan's." I hear their footsteps stop behind me. A foot harshly pushes me forward. My body still hurts, but I bite back the urge to groan.

"Are you stupid, Leon!" Verena hissed at him. "So, What if she wakes up?"

"First of all, it was you who started shouting. That probably woke her up already." Then, I sense his stoop next to me. He grabs a certain spot on the knotted rope, and immediately my hand feet go free. But still, don't move.

Not with this pain.

Leon's fingers move my braids from covering my neck and trace from my neck traveling down to my waist and back up along my spine. He finally stops at a certain stop on my spin. He puts slight pressure, and that's when I felt my whole body was on fire, slightly shaking with irritation for it to stop. What did he do to me?

A small memory replays in my mind in slow motion: 'me looking up at a giant man in horror as he "300 Spartans King Leonidas 'This is Sparta!' kicks me off my hallway balcony. And him, suddenly reaching to the downstair before my body could. Fast enough to be waiting for me on one bended knee as my back lands on it, sending all pain over me.' Fucker! Now remembering that he caused this pain made my blood boil.

"I'm sorry." He said into my ear. Sorry? He rubbed the spot a few times lightly. What the fuck is he doing?

Just as I thought that quickly he pressed his hands on the spot pushed down. A loud creak could be heard coming back from my back. Unable to hold it in, I cried out in pain.

I rolled on my back in pain away from him, holding my back, gasping. The pain did start to go away suddenly, but that didn't mean putting in didn't bring any. I see him smirking at my reaction. It may have been early 3 in the morning by the dark blue light.

"I told you she was already awake." He stood up, still smirking. Verena was leaning on a tree folding her arms. I make out her scowling at me. "Sleep well, Princess?" Footsteps come back to us and I see Dan. He slowly walks towards me, tilting his head to the side. His blood-red eyes stabbing me with his look. I back away, and at that moment, I feel a new pain in my stomach; something soaks there, my underwear and pants.

Did I just pee on myself!?

I look down at my pants at my crotch area, my heart stops.

Blood...

"Oh please, God no!" I cried out!

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I honestly cried killing my Lakita had to do it. She will be missed.