The things we do for hate

Wake Up Call

Chapter 1

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! Ding! Ding! I groaned as the large clock in the palace courtyard chimed again and again. Cracking one eye open to the window that was streaming with sunlight, I looked at the clock. Ugh, 9 o'clock. I buried my head back into the pillows, only to have my cheek licked by a small tongue.

"Chaos..." My voice sounded horrible, the same way it does on mornings, "I've had a rough night. I'm not in the mood for this." The persistent little kitten began to scratch at my face. "Alright, alright! I'll get up!" Reluctantly, I threw off the comfortable silk sheets and blankets and tried to get out of bed.

Only to collapse like a sack of bones.

I winced in pain then looked at the root of the problem. My foot was red with rust coloured blood and inflamed, probably infected too. I'll cleanse it later, I promised, at the moment tying a shred of silk around my foot. It was bearable, that was all I needed.

To make matters worse, someone began to pound on my mahogany doors, "Kit, the Prince will be up to see you in a moment." Came the muffled voice of Louis, the Prince's head of Security and babysitter. Yup, I said babysitter. He's the guy that goes around making sure that the Prince is happy... ugh.

I doubted that anyone would be coming to see me anytime soon. I had barricaded myself in by piling the door with a bureau, a closet, a chest of drawer and a potted plant, all of which were not very light. I patted myself on the back for coming up with such a brilliant idea when I was in such pain. My black cat Chaos leapt onto my shoulders, resting her furry little head in the crook of my neck as we waited to see how the situation would progress.

The door gave way.

It was torn right off its brass hinges, pushing all the barricades away in a cloud of dust. My eyes widened in disbelief. These people aren't human...

In the midst of all the flying debris and dust, stood a single man, wearing dark clothes and boots. He wore a brown hat with a single white feather over his dark wavy hair. The man had a chiseled face, but still kept a somewhat young youthful appearance. The dark moustache/goatee combination worked well on him (can't say the same for some others). A small smile graced his face as he realized what had occurred.

"I'll have someone look at that. But more importantly, why are you not dressed? The Prince is expecting you ..." His voice was comforting and fatherlike but you shouldn't let that fool you.

I crossed my arms indignantly, snorting, "I am dressed!" Technically I was wearing a loose collared shirt, black pants and boots. How is that not dressed?! "Whoever said I wanted to see that bastard so early in the morning?"

"He's gonna be here in two minutes whether you like it or not. Just keep him company or ..." He continued, thoughtfully pulling on his goatee. "He said something about feeding your sisters to the dogs. And Chaos."

At the sound of her name, the feline hissed, clawing at the now alarmed man sinisterly. "I don't think she appreciated that. So I suggest that you turn on your heel and get out of here before you become her appetizer."

Louis sighed, looking at me with a kind of ashamed look. "So there's no chance of you two becoming friends?" As soon as he said this, the sounds of running, clanking and clinking of men in suits of armor echoed throughout the hallyway and into my room. At this, I began to edge my way ever so slowly to the open window behind me. I poised myself ready to throw myself and caution to the wind as my room was beginning to fill up with guards and men. The youngest one of all stood next to Louis, his eerie silver eyes transfixed on my every move.

"I don't know what kind of world you live in, but you can't force someone to be your friend." With that I leapt out of the window, Chaos' claws digging into my shirt for grip, the wind streaming past me, plummeting to the ground from 5 stories up.

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The plummeting never came.

I swore under my breath as I dangled five stories from the ground by my wrist, the person holding it, giving me a triumphant smirk. Chaos glared up at him, spitting sneeringly. He gripped onto the window pane by the skin of his new leather boots. Which was slipping ever so slowly of the white window pane. Until eventually, he fell over with us.

"Your Highness!!!" The men above us screamed. I rolled my eyes, his life seemed to have way more value than mine.

I momentarily blanked out. The shock was eating out at me, somehow I couldn't believe what was happening. Halfway to the ground, my vision cleared up, I could think, adrenaline was rushing through me. I couldn't die yet. I pulled the person still holding my hand to me as I purposely fell toward a glass window on the first floor. We crashed through it, sending miniscule shards of glass around the room, tumbling against the floor.

Opening the eyes that I had squeezed shut before the impact, I discovered I was on top of someone. My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when I realized WHO I was lying on. "You bastard!!!" were the first words that came out of my ever swearing mouth. I leapt off the person and backed against the cream-coloured wall.

This person nonchalantly brushed a few stray shards of glass out of his raven hair. That same smirk played on his slender face, besides the fact that he had some abnormal piercing silver eyes, you'd think he was a normal guy. Well he wasn't. This was the person I had been trying to avoid all this time. "That isn't anyway to say good morning to your BEST FRIEND, is it?"

"Ha, best friend my foot!" I snarled back, edging as subtly as possible to the door on my right.

He shook his head disappointedly, "Doesn't make any sense trying to get away, Kit. There are three guards waiting outside that door. And there are two hedges of roses outside those windows." He added following my gaze. "Escape is futile."

"Says who?" I asked. He knew well enough that three guards were no match for me, even if I was injured. Speaking of which, I hope he hasn't noticed yet, or else I'd really be at a disadvantage. This guy was up to no good. As per usual. "You should know that three men or rose bushes aren't a match for me, Derek."

Derek leaned against the wall, not averting his gaze from me, "I know. That's why those guards outside are holding your sisters."

"You didn't..."

"I did..."

"You bastard!" I screamed, aiming a kick at his perfect face, being fuelled by anger and resentment (best combination around) Somehow, by some stroke of luck, this obnoxious boy caught my foot in midkick.

"It's always the same everyday, isn't it?"

He was right, we went through the same routine with all of this, except this morning, he actually caught me. "I guess but now is the perfect time to end it!" I brought my other foot to his head, leaping off the ground just to fall back down with a thud, clasping the Prince's head between my shins.

The door burst open, two guards ran in, swords at the ready, while a third was struggling through the frame, grasping the arms of two young girls.

"Let them go!" You'd think my voice would get sore with all the yelling I did.

"If I do?" The head manage to gag.

"I'll do anything!" I blurted out. Little did I know those words would be the key to my untimely demise. My untimely demise as a normal teenager.

I released him from my deadly headlock, watching him gasp for air like a fish out of water. Regaining his composure, Derek whispered, "I'll keep you to your word." The teenager snapped his fingers and the girls were released. Two pairs of eyes, one blue, the other green, searched my mine for orders. I simply blinked twice at my younger sisters as the first two guards now grabbed my skinny arms.

Derek stood in front of me, as if pondering on what he would have me do. "Tell you what, I'll let you know after court. Men take our guests to the garden. Make sure they don't get loose.