Take Note : It's All Different

41. Live

As Peter Pan left my company I walked myself around my small room. But I was as the prophecy states haunted by it.

Everyone expected me to be the one to kill the King. I'm gonna relish in his death when it comes. But what then do I have to live for?

If I fulfill my prophecy so early in my life what will I do with the rest of it. My life will be over when I am 16 or 17.

But what if it is not me?

What if there is another child born of four? I know it is uncommon but surely there is another.

What if everyone has it all wrong? What if they have been all lead on the wrong path? What if they have all been distracted by me? And the real angel is not me? She is coming after him at this moment while he is focused on me. Or Angel Ambrose.

It's not me.

If it isn't what am I so haunted?

How can I be so haunted by this?

Who knew words could be so haunting?

"Help!" I called out!

The voices in my head were overwhelming me. I was failing. I was fumbling. I felt my body shaking as room around me heated up. I was sweating. The voices were screaming at me.

Louder and louder.

So many!

Some I could distinguish.

I heard the Prince repeating "Looking for something in particular?"

I stood up.

I could see him. It was like the first time he walked in on me. His smile. I was mesmerised only for a second. Then a new voice was screaming above the others.

"Your not my sister!" Avery. It was Avery screaming at me. I saw his face. But it didn't hurt like it did. He barely meant anything to me now.

Someone had cried out above the others,
"I knew you were special the moment you walked through the door." It was the man from the store. When I was getting my weapons. The ones I had to read for him. He said that to me.

The next stand out voice screamed loud and clear, no muffling like the others.
"She isn't going to co operate is she?"

"Do you have a name, assassin?"

"But who are you really, Ambrose?"

"Your one worth of a quadruplet."

They were all Avonde in his many tones and glories. But everytime his expression was different. It hurt.

"I'm not that gorgeous." It was The Assassin. The first time he spoke to me. He was a smart ass with that comment.

But the voices were screaming out! Yelling out! Competing for the one to be heard.

A light filled the room and I whipped to my right. I looked at where the light came from. There was a mirror. I saw myself.

"Turn around Ambrose." I froze. Holding my breathe. I lost all concentration and all body control. Instead of turning, I fell. To the floor. Hands covering my ears. Overwhelmed. Struck down.

"Milliseconds is all you could die in with me."