The Prince's Trust

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The adrenaline that rushed through my body had me thinking I could tear the door from its hinges. I don't know what I'd been expecting, or what I'd expected to do considering my size and imaginary  combat skills but I still darted out the room into the corridor.

The cause of the thud was obvious and I stood their frozen as I took in the scene before me.

It was the middle of the night but the world was far from tranquil, the door opposite the one I was stood in was actually broken, with shards of wood splintering in jaggeder deadly directions. My heart got caught in my throat as the person who'd been sent through the door was none other then the Prince.

He was shirtless and looked almost vulnerable as the women he'd been Infatuated with back at the pub slammed his head against the wall rendering him completely defenceless and weak. Ant's hands, drunk and desperate, darted out to try and restrain the women on top of him but it seemed futile in his nauseous state, he looked like he'd fall unconscious at any second and that meant he had no chance in fighting back.

Waves of long dark hair flicked to the side as the women straddled the weakened man and pulled a knife from beneath her skirt. She mustn't have noticed me, stood there frozen in fear, because she took her time, her hands caressing his tone chest and toying his hair.

I shook in fear, my eyes darting around I desperation to find something, anything to help me as she gripped his hair tightly and tugged his head back to expose his neck. The Prince struggled, scrambling pathetically up the wall he'd been pinned against. I'd never been an act in impulse person but as she brought the knife to his throat and leaned in to whisper something in his ear I panicked.

Throwing my self uselessly on the women with a terrified shout. I felt a snap pain on my cheek and then on my back as I tumbled to the floor with the dark haired women. Suddenly, the knife was on my throat. I closed my eyes in fear, my body trembling as she sat heavily on my chest. I was scared.

I thought I was gonna die until the weight on my chest was removed with a growl of protest from the women. I opened my eyes to see Ant with his arm around the women's throat squeezing with Immense power as she gasped in panic for precious oxygen.

I shuffled backwards down the corridor far from the danger as slowly, the women's struggled got weaker. With teary eyes, I watched as she reached out to me desperately, as her eyes pleaded with me in her last moments. I was too scared to do anything, I was scared of her, scared of the knife, scared of death.

Too scared to move as painfully slowly, the Prince clenched his eyes shut and with a roar, cried out. All his pent up anger and pressure went into his arm which had tense and turn red with the exhaustion, veins popping out with every erratic rush of blood.

I let out a broken sob as the women's body fell limp and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She had stared straight at me as she took her last breath, her grey eyes had bore into my soul and all I saw as she past was fear. She didn't want to die.

The prince panting was strained and aggressive as he dropped the women's body to the side and fell brokenly to his knee's. Ant kept his head bowed and eyes closed as his fists clenched and unclenched. I could feel the hurt coming off him. He was trying to recover from the exertion but the attempt was half hearted, I would have been scared of him... he'd just killed someone with his bare hands but his whole demeanour made his remorse clear as day.

He hated himself for it.

I remembered the fear in the women's grey eyes and suddenly I felt guilt swallowing me. I'd helped him kill her. I won't deny that she deserved it for what she tried to do, and I knew that if Ant hadn't done it someone else would have or even worse it could have been him laying dead on the floor. It could have been both of us.