Kind of felt like this song matched... I love this artist!
Mekhi's P.O.V
"Don't touch me!" He screamed.
I flinched back. "Ash-"
His sobbing cut me off. "How could you do this to me?" He coughed and spluttered like his tears were choking him. "I trusted you Mekhi, I really did."
For some sick reason, I was almost happy he was getting so upset like this. It was better than his death-like silence. At least I knew he was still in there; he was still somewhat okay.
He slid against the wall of his room, until he was sitting on the ground, shaking and trembling like he was having some sort of fit. "Was this your plan the whole time?" He whispered, voice heartbreakingly soft and shattered. "To take me here; was that the only reason you became my bodyguard?"
"Yes. That was my task, given to me two years ago."
"Why?" He shot those blue eyes at me. The hurt cut me like they were ice. "Why such an elaborate plan?" A shudder run through him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Why didn't you just take me away in the night? Why gain my trust like this, only to... break it?"
"You're too well protected. It would have been impossible to take you without anyone knowing." I glanced at the warm morning light which began to shine through the window. "I needed to gain your king's - the Sahaan's – trust, and Archer's and your trust, so that you could be taken here without anyone knowing. So that a war wouldn't start before we were properly prepared."
"There's a fatal flaw, though." He murmured.
"There is?" I asked, not a single ounce of concern in me. I knew what he was going to say.
"Archer and Isaak know I'm gone. They're going to get help. They won't let you use me." He glared at me again, confident and determined. "I heard you talking to the others about it – I know they are still alive."
"That's where you're wrong." I smiled. "They won't get help. They'll come straight here."
Ash frowned, and I saw the flash of uncertainty in his broken eyes. "No! They would get help, they're not that stupid!"
I shook my head. "Trust me. I've gotten to know Archer well. Even Isaak. This castle is closer than your King." I sighed. "They'll come here first, no doubt about it."
Ash hugged his knees to his body. His eyes were wide; panicked and animalistic. I grabbed his arm, dragging him to his feet. "Come on. King Colm wants to see you."
"No!" He lashed out, striking me across my face. "Let me go, Mekhi!"
Caught off guard, the sting erupted like lights behind my eyes, and I reacted fast as he moved to punch me this time. I blocked his right-hand attack with my left arm, reaching for his head, and pulling him into my chest. I twisted his body, and, with complete control, dropped him to the ground. He was in a position where he was lying on his left side, and I had my knee pressed into his side and his right arm extended backward between my body and my thigh.
"Stop!" I growled. "You've had no training Ash! Do you really think you can fight me?"
I pulled his arm further back, and he whimpered. I was hurting him, but he had to learn not to fight. There was no point. If I let him get away with it, he might try fighting someone else – another guard, or worse, Colm – and they wouldn't be as forgiving as me.
He made no response, so I applied more pressure.
"Okay! Okay! I won't attack you again! I promise! Please, please just let me-"
I got off him, but still held on to him. I forced him to stand, holding his arm in a lock. I allowed him a moment to catch his breath. "Don't try to fight my King." I told him, but he refused to meet my eye.
I took him out of the room, towards the throne room.
"What are you going to do to me?" He whispered.
"I don't know what he's planning."
He fell silent then.
"Open the doors." I snapped at the guards, and they quickly scrambled to obey my orders.
Colm was training. His cape flew around him as he swung his sword in the air, practicing his lunges and swings. I don't know why he still practiced such basic techniques; he was my elder by five years and had much more experience than I did and ever would. Even I didn't practice those moves anymore.
He had that strange look in his eyes as he practiced, and odd sort of gleam of defiance and determination.
"Mekhi." He swung again, then glanced at me. "Come here." I glanced at Ash. "It's okay, leave him there. It's not like he'll jump out the window." I nodded, walking over to my King. He smiled at me. "I hope you'll forgive me for this." He whispered. "I'm sure you'll understand."
"My King?" I was confused.
Then he drove his sword through my stomach.
The pain was like nothing I've felt before. Shock pulsed through me. I fell forward and gripped onto him, feeling the sword move through me. "C-colm..." I gasped.
"Mekhi!" I heard Ash scream.
Colm drew the sword away, and I collapsed to the ground.
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