Inhuman

Chapter 13

The rebels really are stupid aren’t they I know that they are invadig my mansion next week, they can’t keep a secret a secret a secret ever can they, well it will be to late because by then the mosqusitoes will be realised and more then a million people will be dead. “Keanu your friends are going to be a little late to the party” I say looking through the bars of a cage, to find Keanu his nose was bleeding and so was his lip, I think it’s safe to say that his arm was broken as well. He still stands however his head pressed in the cold bars of the cage, as I get closer  realise that his right eye, once green, is now filled with blood and he is unable to see through it. “You know I really did love you Keanu” I say looking him in the eyes, I exhale “But you had to go and love what’s her name anyway” I say to him and he just looks at me, I can tell he is in pain, good. “It doesn’t matter she’ll be dead by morning anyway” I say to him and this twists his heart a little. 
He looks at me and spits in my face, I take a cloth and wipe the spit off of my face, “You’re wrong, they are more powerful than you think they are'' He says I snap my fingers at one of the guards and they let him out of the cage. “All you are is scared, your scared of a rebel group that you call stupid” He shouts at me and I walk over to a fire and look at it picking up an iron square. 
I looked at the end of the square that was glowing red with heat. “Perhaps your right, but then again you can’t give me any reason to fear them” I say, the guard holds Keanu down as I place the hot piece of metal on Keanu’s broken arm pressing the square into his arm. He lets out a scream that would make anyones stomach turn, but not mine because I am not everyone. I snap my fingers again and the guard puts Keanu back in the cage. “Welcome to my dark side Keanu Lanic.” I walk away out of the room but before I close the door. I say to the guard. “Do what you will with him, but keep him alive”.
Keanu looks around at the guard. “Coward!” He shouts before I close the door completely. No Keanu you are the coward, you just don’t see it and whoever it is you love will be dead by morning. The country may love you pretty boy, but I don't. I’m way past loving anyone. I walk away from the door as I hear Keanu scream in agony a smile creeps on my face.
As I walk to the kitchen to get tea an idea comes to my mind, “Servent!” I shout and a servant comes running in. I smile, “Tell the blacksmiths to make me a crown, the sharpest crown they can make” The servant nods there, but then I look at her, “and when you excite my presence please do bow” I say and the servant bows before she walks out of the grand white door. I turn around and make my tea putting zero sugar in it and putting it in a white gold tea cup. Another servant walks in, “Dear would you run me a bath, this day has been stressful” I say and she bows and walks out of the room. I walked around the lounge room. The white room was beautiful. It was just the right color, it was the absence of color. I ran my hand on the mantle of the fireplace. There was dust on it making the white look more grey, The same servant comes back that I asked to run the bath and when I walk away I say, “The mantel needs to be dusted” I say and walk up the stairs to my room, I take another bath I see fresh cloths waiting for me, but as I look at them I grow tired of the just white outfits, if I’m going to be a queen I’m going to need gowns. I put the bland clothes on. It was a simple white sweater and a pair of white pants. I call my designer into my room, they are shaking, perfect the more fear I spread the less hope others have and they begin to put all their hope in me. I tell them what I want to wear and the nod he nods his head and bows as he walks out of the room. I smile and lay down on my bed, the bath really did help, I look at my nails that are still sharp and silver. I look at my brown hair in the mirror even though I had just cut it and it was already growing back, but I don’t mind. I put on a ring that is a triangle almost and the tip of it is sharp like a needle. I touch the ring and press the tip of my finger on the ring until a little drop of blood appears on my finger and drips down onto my vanity. I wipe the little drop of blood away and wash off my finger. I walk back out of my room and go back to Keanu who was in worse shape than I left him in, he is holding his arms and I notice that his hand is also broken. 
He looks at me with just moving his eyes a look of hatred in his eyes. “What do you want?” He says, hatred in his voice I know he will never see out of his right eye ever again and he knows this too part of his fear will always be there. The fear of the dark. 
I smiled at him with a cruel smile. “If you can bow to your queen then I will set you free” I say and my smile grows wider. “And if you don’t then you will be stuck here and tortured until you tell us what the rebel plan is” I say knowing he will never comply with this.
Keanu lets out a laugh, a genuine laugh. “Oh Yana I thought you knew me better than that”he says and I arch my eyebrow, “I never bow down to a queen with no crown” He says and anger rises in me. ''and even if  you had a crown I would never bow to you” I keep my mouth shut. “You can tourture me all you want, but I will never tell you what the plan is'' He says and I go to speak, but he interrupts me,”I won’t tell you because I don’t know” He says simply he’s braver than I thought, I’ll give him credit for that. “I suggest you keep your pretty mouth shut my queen, or you will get killed” He says and I turn around and punch his already broken nose. “Is that really all you can do, come on Yana why don’t you burn me”. He says manipulatively, his one good hand curls around the iron bar of the cage. “Go ahead burn my I dare you” He says, he was shaking with anger, “But you can’t and you can’t even look me in the eye’s,some villain you are '' Keanu says with a laugh. 
At this I turn around and see that his left eye was swollen shut and the whole side of his head was bleeding, he also has a burn going down the whole side of his arm. “Listen to me you little shit” I spit the words and he smiles at me, a cruel smile that is so evil and annoying that I want to scream, but I don’t, “I am the queen and I don’t need to be a villain I just need to scare you enough to get rid of your hope” I say taking a the hot square and holding it up to him, his left eye that is find with blood widens, but he doesn’t move hoping I wouldn’t notice. “There’s that fear” I say and I let out a cruel cold laugh, “That just got rid of your hope did it not” I say and he just looks at me the best he can.
He shakes his head, “No nothing can get rid of my hope, not even killing every last person I love” He says I put the square burner on his shoulder he wants to scream, but he doesn’t, instead he says through gritted teeth. “You are a sick twisted human who believes fear will always win, but you're wrong” I keep the burner on his shoulder until  it burns so far that his shoulder starts to bleed. He backs away, “I always thought you were afraid of blood, but it looks like you’ve killed enough people to make a pool full of blood” He says it pains him that he can’t hold his shoulder with one arm completely broken along with his hand and a burnt shoulder I know he is in pain, he stays standing for as long as he can until he passes out from the pain. 
I set the burning square back by the fire, “Oh Keanu it really is a shame that you are not immune to the virus, you will be the first one to die” I say wiping the sweat off of my lip, this is the furnes room. I walk back out of the room, “It looks like we won’t be freeing him” I say to the guard and he nods his head, but he looks back at the room with sadness. He hopes I wouldn’t see this, but I do. “You could have done way worse guard” I say to him with disgust. He nods his head, “As your merciful queen I won’t let you live with what you have done to him” At that I take out a knife from the pocket in the pants and slice his throat open. “You were too kind for this world” I say before rushing to my room to wipe the blood off of my face. The minute I see the blood I freak out, but I have to tell myself that those memories are not mine. I hear a knock on the door, “Yes” I say and the door opens I wipe my face off really quick and the person comes in with a small box. I open the box and inside is a crown that looks like it as knives on it. I smile at the crown and put it on my head and the servant almost cowers away in fear knowing that this makes me feel more powerful then I already am. “You can go know” I say to the servant and they bow before leaving my room. I smile at myself in the mirror feeling powerful, now it’s just up to forming an even better alliance with a country that is crumbling below their feet. My mind goes elsewhere, I’m going to need a new guard. I say and I march back down stairs, “Servants I need you to find me a new guard” Their eyes fall on my crown and they bow and walk away. Each one of them is filled with fear. 
The next day was different. I needed to make an announcement and this is the day I wear a gown instead of a suit. It is a simple silver dress with silver gems all along the top of the dress and a poofy bottom that if I were to sit down it would cover the whole seat, I spin in the breathtaking dress and I place the crown on my head. I cut the image of a queen quite nicely. As I step out of the mansion I look around and see just cameras, “There are going to be rule changes” I say into the cameras and to my surprise a chair no, not a chair, a throne was covering the balcony, it was a shiny black color with knives on the top. I let a smile escape just for a second until I sit down. Just as I thought the dress covers the whole seat, I stand up straight in the throne and speak again. “My name is Queen Itzayana Foster the first” I say into the camera’s “The first rule is if anyone speaks ill of your queen your tongue will be cut out and you will never speak again” I say without smiling though I want to, I really want to. “There will also be a new start to cloths the only colors people are to wear is black and white” I say, “Anyone wearing colors will be killed for treason” I say and for my final rule is the rule to separate the rich from the poor.”There will be a wall that will separate the rich from the poor and the richest will be other royals, the ones close to rich will be merchants, and the ones that are slightly rich will be doctors” I say and I know that this will keep our streets crime free for the rich at least, this is all for the best. I think to myself. “As for the rest of you I could careless just keep to rules” I say and I smile into the camera, “One more thing that I almost forgot, there will be a draft anyone who is eight-teen years old will be forced to fight for my side” I say and I feel my crown lean, but I ignore it. “As your merciful Queen whoever, the eight-teen year olds that have jobs will be spared from the war” I say and the camera’s cut and I stand from the throne. “I want this mansion to become larger and to have vacation spots all around, this mansion will become my main palace” I command to one of the servants, “Oh and if you don’t do this and this isn’t done by summer you and every person in charge will be killed” I say and the servant nods her head, “Also I want a throne in every place I am and make sure there are two, not just one a queen always needs a king” I say and the servant nods her head. Fear was in her eyes and I walked back into the mansion and took off the fur coat I was wearing. 
A servant walks up to me, “someone is waiting for you by the door” He says and I look over and see the king of Barca and his son. 
I walk up to them and smile, the new king got his rain the same way. I did by murder, the viruse was in Barca as well and a simple guy took that as an advantage and to rule over Barca. “King Theron” I say to him, “What a pleasure to finally meet you” I say to him kindly, but the truth is I am disgusted to be in his presence. King Theron looks like a general with a wide chest that gleams with metals that he never won, and strong arms that look like they have held many swords up in paintings. His black hair was sprinkled with grey and his eyes are a dark brown that could almost be black. His son however is much more handsome, a true prince with only a few metals, he also has brown hair which is different from his father, the only thing that is the same is his eyes that are the same dark brown almost black. “And Prince Theron what a pleasure to meet you as well,” I say with a smile, but the disgust was just the same. 
The prince smiles at me, “Please call me Jayden you are my betrothal after all” He says his voice is a british accent, I smile at him and nod my head. He smiles back maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought it was going to be. “Shall we come in it is bitterly cold out here” He says and I nod my head at him and they walk in with snow on their jackets and in their dark hair. “Aren’t you a little young to be a Queen?” Jayden asks arching an eyebrow and smiling. 
I look at him and arch my eyebrow as well and cross my arms over my chest, “aren’t you a little old to be a prince” I say and he laughs, but when he looks over at his father he is not laughing. 
Unlike his son the king does not have a sense of humor, he is here to talk business. “So if my son is to be your betrothal then might I suggest getting married in Barca?” He says and we walk to the lounge where three cups of tea wait for us. “It’s only tradition and given that you don’t have a tradition or culture really” He says the last words meant to cut at me, but they don’t. I’ve heard them many times before by many other leaders. 
I smile at him and take a sip of the tea, “Of course your majesty” I say, “I would be proud to continue, what did you call it your culture” I say to him and the words were meant to cut into him and they did, I smile again. Jayden smiles with me, I can tell he hates his father as much as I do. “Just when will this wedding take place?” I ask him and he looks at me. 
Jayden’s smile diminishes, “As soon as possible” He says, taking a sip of the tea. I smile a fake smile at him. I wish that was the last smile he would ever see, but unlike so many others this is the one person that I probably can’t kill. Unless I blame my servant no then I would lose a servant. A that we stand up and I walk them to their rooms, “Well this is such a” He pauses for a moment trying to find the right words. “cozy home” He says and I make a fist, Jayden puts a soft hand on my shoulder and I know what he is saying be patient, for some reason I feel like we made a plan without speaking and I feel like it will be a good plan.