Seven Deadly Sons

Ameline. (23)

Fine. Let him get assassinated then.

We're almost in step with the girl on the floor now, she's started to edge herself up the wall into a sitting position and she's still looking at me. I tilt my head to watch her, but her top is missing and her short skirt is so skewed that she may as well lay there naked. Her nakedness really makes me uncomfortable. I try to avoid looking below the neck while also watching where her hands go, and get so focused on her and her now growing smile that I don't focus on the prince in front of me. Kismet stops dead once he steps abreast with the girl on the floor, and then she starts laughing. The noise echoes down the short corridor, and thats when I notice she isn't actually the one laughing — her mouth is completely closed still — there's another girl on the other side of the wide corridor.

I hurry around Kismet to tell him to get a shift on, but he's frozen entirely in place. His eyes don't even move, not even when I put my nose an inch from his face, Oliver doesn't move either — I can't see his chest rise and fall.

The girls are standing now, and I'm feeling really quite angry. They froze my dog! How dare they!

I brush the prince down as quick as I can, while out of the corner of my eye I can see one of the girls is already on her feet. The distance from the middle of the hallway where we are and the walls where they are must be about about ten feet either side, and from a glance at the length of the ælfin girls legs it was likely they could cross that distance and have me by the throat in, what, three strides at most? She's still laughing when I pull the princes personal dagger from a sheath next to his ribs, part of a matching pair.

They've noticed my weapon, and now they aren't laughing. Flicking my head back and forth between them, I see no obvious differences in strength or otherwise — in fact, the girl with the maniacal laugh looks a twin to the reindeer girl. Her horns have been docked at the top, but they are otherwise identical. I take a great assumption that hurting one will the other, if not physically then mentally, and work on leading them toward me.

I give a final glance to the blank eyes of the prince and wonder briefly what he was thinking of: perhaps the beating I was soon to have in his rooms?

"Explain yourselves, then. There's no reason we shouldn't me lady-like about this." I nod to the docked psycho one. "I'd love to know what was so funny just now."

"You are laughable, that is what was funny. Human girl," she sways closer, but the effect only makes the shoulder strap of her short dress slide down. Any further and the whole thing would drop like her sisters. "Give me your pathetic little blade. Failure once, shame on him. But failure twice... shame on you."

"I thought the ælfin were meant to be keen rhymers?" I giggle lightheartedly. "And-"

"I am good at rhyming you rat-eaten bitch-"

The other girl cuts in now, one step closer to me. "Settle down, ladies. I agree, lady-like it is — only one thing though, you aren't a lady." She flicks her hand and the blade imbeds itself straight into the princes heart.

Shocked, I don't move. This is what you wanted, isn't it? He's dead now. Repeats over and over in my head while I take in the flower of blood blooming around the shallow puncture. The dagger isn't all the way in, but its far enough that I am certain his heart is punctured.

"And, the rhyme is fool me once." I say as I pull the second knife from its sheath with my free hand, sending it flying at the naked one. The knife doesn't make any noise aside from a low thump when the blade sinks all the way to the gilded hilt. It was a very lucky shot, I had little practise hitting a moving, living target - but the knife was almost perfectly in her heart. She wouldn't, couldn't survive that blow, and as I anticipated she hit her knees soon after to the symphony of her duplicates screams.