No Perfect Royalty (Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Three

The villagers were all happy to see them. To see them fight along side them.

Luna was quick to shoot people. Hitting the person directly where she wished to. Gavin would fight those with swords with ease, killing them without a second thought. Collin chose hand to hand combat. Killing with his bare hands.

They wore the red and black proudly. Letting those around them know it was them. That they were helping. That this was a war they were fighting in.

It started out well and fine. Anger could relish around them. Hatred could pounder the souls. Sadness could cope with dead, the losing. Pity could be seen in the eyes of many, although the words of it never reached the mouth.

Fighting went as it had for weeks. Guards falling quicker then the villagers. Their blood flooding the streets.

Yet as all wars are bound to go, bad things happen to those in charge. And bad it went.

Luna was fighting with an old Guard she had once known. He had taken her dagger along with her gun. She had resorted to hand to hand combat.

Her mind wonder as she thought about what she knew. She knew the pressure points. How to hit them. She knew the fears of the Guard before her.

In swift movement she brought her left hand up, throwing a finger down on a pressure point. He flinched a bit, slowing falling to his knees. She grabbed her dagger, hurling the metal into his thigh. A drop of scarlet liquid fell.

Her breath heaved as she moved forward, the mans sudden cry stinging her ears.

Feet crunched behind her as she walk. Her mind told her to ignore it, that it was just a another Guard. She'd be able to kill him.

That was not the case. The person behind her was a Council member.

A hand slithered around her, holding onto her waist. Gripping her. Before a scream could skim the air, a hand covered her mouth. Muffled yells were release from her instead. She wiggled and thrashed in the Councils arms.

The world she was seeing, was red and glooming. Although her vision was soon engulfed in black. A blind fold covering her sapphire eyes.

"Maybe now the villagers will be on our side. Take their leader, threaten them. Make a trade." His laugh cackled the air along with a few other people. Other people from the Council.

"We could sell this rat for a profit after we ask for a 'trade'." The new voice joined the chorus of voices. All blending into one large rhythm of laughter and remarks.

"Either way. If we have her. We have them." Multiple feet hit the gravel of the street. Someone picked her up. Carrying her down the street, to where ever they were taking her.

She gave up on thrashing around. Although she did take time to attempt to take off the new rag fitted around her mouth. Listened to the voices around her. Tried to figure out who they were. Why they took her.

At one point the rag limply fell off of her. Allowing air to flood to her lungs from both her mouth and nose. Blackness still surrounded her. Yet she realized who was taking her.

In sudden shock she even whispered it. "Hugo."

Hugo the Council man, her beloved kidnapper.