The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

Chapter 18

Contagious perfumes wafting the small enclosure, I sit stiff in my seat, clusters of people surrounding me in an uptight manner. I try to release my shoulders, tight spaces and me didn't mesh very well. I remember Lili once mentioning that it had something to do with the fact that I was a Sagittarius, apparently Jupiter's influence on me was the root of my claustrophobia. The train comes to a stop once again, a sickly pale woman hand in hand with a small child entering. I let my lids fall, inhaling the heavy set of air.

Jupiter or not, my brain cells were frying at the moment, my feet stiff from the two hour long commute. I rip open my eyes, the rifty train an elderly woman lain on lap. eyes rip open at the contact of something onto my lap, the elderly woman quickly whispers her apologies slowly steadying herself on the pole, her frail body trembling. I take my suitcase off the one seater, my heart strained.

"You can sit here." I offer, my persistent gaze locked on her. She sits down, giving in after a few jabbed pleas.

I force myself through the clusters of people holding onto my otherwise limp suitcase, the measly baggage only catering a few undergarments and some valuables. Esther informed me that the set would be providing us everything from wardrobe to essentials. The vehicle once again collides with a rift, loosing my balance, I bump into the man beside me.

He mutters a few curses under his breath as he shoves me away. I steady myself against the seat his blatant attitude catching me in a daze. It wasn't everyday you meet such bold personalities.

I offer a curt apology looking the other way, it was my first time traveling to the capital, all of my knowledge of Naughton obtained secondhand, mostly informed by the housewives back in Greensheir. Excitement sinking in, I would even get _za the honour of residing in the royal palace, it didn't matter much that I was a spy, or even an informers as CP* explained.

I run my handŵaaq through my hair, sweat streaks forming along my forehead. I make eye contact with a girl, her petite body angled in an awkward stance.

Looking closer I notice her petite face blanched white from terror she claws at the pole, her repulsed gaze directed at the beastly man beside her, an uncomfortable distance between them.

I didn't need to distribute out much brain cells to figure out what was going on. I tear my eyes away, the sight rising bile to my throat. The next stop was in fifteen minutes, the police stationed there would provide much more help than I ever could, I try to reason with myself.

Her helpless expression once again burns into my peripheral view, her eyes like a vast night sky void of any light, she stood stiff. Releasing my teeth from my already numb lips I close my eyes, my interference now would only make the situation worser than it already was, I knew that yet my body etched closer to her as I paid no heed to the the displeased look from the closely aligned passengers.

"Stop that you animal!" I scream, untamed anger piling out of me. The man's plump arms fall to the side, my voiced scream catering the attention of some of the passengers. He tilts his head forward, thin greasy strands sticking across his forehead.

I had succeeded in diverting his attention away from the girl-now what?

To be completely honest I hadn't thought this far out yet. I shrink in my spot, his far set apart eyes now locked on me. Fifteen minutes seemed so much longer now.

"What do we have here? Perhaps little missy wants to join us?" He ghastly snickers, a single grimy tooth unveiled from behind his calloused lips.

"I saw what you did you piece of shit!"

"Well, you must've seen wrong." He pushes forward, roughly grabbing my arm, his firm hold constricting my movement. "It would be bad if you told people something you weren't sure about."