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Behind the Murders {ic,closed}

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby xxLilly on Sat May 21, 2011 12:16 pm

Behind the Murders

This is a closed roleplay between Cure and xxLilly. Please do not post here, thank you (:


Prologue: Hatred. That was what got most people to start joining the resistance. It gave them enough confidence to participate in bloody murder, killings, and the rebellion. The royals all have done something to affect their lives in some way, something that made them so angry that they wouldn't have a problem ending their lives for revenge. Whatever they did, that was got most people to join Christian Alec Darcy in the movement against them. It was for the purpose of revenge.
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It has been months now, and killings have been going on and off all throughout the kingdom. Alex was smart enough to know that they had been beginning to start attracting attention from them. He smiled, knowing that was good. He watched as the day started coming to an end, crouching down near a small stream a few miles far from the camp out. His dirty blond hair was cut short, legs and arms rough and splintered from the ongoing murders, and face tired. He sat alone by himself, the air quiet and peaceful .He looked up at the setting night sky, carefully unlatching the sword attached behind him. It was stained with dried blood from the most recent murder, and shown dully from the moonlight. Alex brought the sword to the stream, rinsing off the blood off of it. The next planned attack was in a few more days, and they were all starting to prepare. The weapons all have been sharpened, the game plan already made up and rehearsed almost daily. They were counting off the remaining days.

After cleaning off his blade, Alex placed it back to its rightful place. He slowly began to stand up, planning to head back to the camp. He started back into the forest, pushing back tree branches behind him and stepping into the long, untamed blades of grass. He arrived there 10 minutes later, not expecting to see what his teammates brought to him.
♥ "The scars of your love, remind me of us. They keep me thinking, we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless. I can't help feeling..."♥

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Re: Behind the Murders {ic,closed}

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She'll admit: it wasn't easy.

While she was in her bedroom, dressed in her night dress, she laid awake as she stared up into the darkness. Long story short, she managed to sneak out the castle walls. She tucked her dress inside a pair of her cousins horse riding shorts. It felt extremely weird to have so much freedom: no thick petticoat or tight corset. She finally snucks out into the night with a hoode cloak draped over her ody, hiding her face with her hair pulled off her neck into a messy bun. Analise kept her head down, trying to fit in. People bumped into her, nearly knocking her down. Poor children begged for food, for anything. Where was the love in her kingdom? This isn't anything close to what her parents found acceptable. Did they even know about it? People spoke terrible words of her family; she gasped their language and the severity of their words. For a moment the thought of her uncle's death, the most recent one in the royal family, crossed her mind. A pain crossed Analises's chest but she pushed it aside and moved forward. After a few minutes she stole into the forest after she caught sight of two men talking secretly to each other after they made a discrete trade with another commoner. Stealthily as possible, she stayed behind them as she followed but a few branches caught hold of her cloak and she fell behind. The day was beginning to end, so she had to hurry before she got lost in the woods.

Now that she was moreso on her own she quickened her pace. Bugs bit at her and small critters scurried about. In the distance something caught her eye: a small society. This is what she was looking for. Of course, it was all too much for her to handle so she started jogging until her ankle was snaggled under a vine that stretched from the soil, causing her to trip and fall into the bushes. The pain was terrible and she hollered out in terror as she caught a glimpse of red liquid streaming down her shin. It was stuck. Leaning her head back, she caught sight of something. People...a lot of commoners all together at what looked to be...was that a campsite? Her focus automatically shifted when she saw a figure in the woods. Two figures, actually. Analise tried and tried to ply her ankle from the thick vine but it only tore at her skin. The figures came through the bushes and her lungs exhaled a high pitched screamed. One of the annonymous strangers untangled her ankle as the other one placed something over her head. She could feel herself being hauled up into the air and then taken through the rest of the forest.

"He's not going to believe this." After what seemed like an eternity, the three entered a noisy area where people talked and talked. Silence filled her ears as soon they came though. A few more steps later she was dropped onto the ground and she let out a painful "Umf!" She tried getting to her feet but her ankle hurt far too much and she ended up crying in pain. One of the men grabbed and pulled her back, tying her against something tall and wooden. A post maybe? She wasn't sure. It was getting hot, she would soon suffocate if they didn't release the bag around her head. Just in time though, one of the guards called somebody over and they started talking.

"We found 'em sneaking around the forest. I thought I heard somebody following us."

One of the men finally took the bag off her head. She was staring at the ground, sweating dripping down from her forehead. The air was cool and fresh. Ahh..finally. She struggled against the ropes that were tied just a bit too tight for her likely. Her arms were held behind her back and around the post so she couldn't move. Analise still struggled against them though, but to no avail. One of the men pulled the hood of the cloak from her head. She continued to look down; pieces of hair fell over her eyes. She let them remain there, as if she had a choice. One of the men, a big burly one at that, grabbed her by the thick mass that was held in a bun and pulled back so she would look up.

"Please don't--" was all that she could say as her voice croaked from such a dry throat.

Her large blue eyes set focus on a young man with dirty blonde hair. He looked not much older than her but he also seemed far too young for the accusation as well. She could see he had a sword, which is what frightened her the most. Licking her lips and swallowing, she croaked again, "I'm just--" but only ended with a cough. Blinking back tears, she tried to stay strong. A royal always remained determined. No matter.

"What you want us to do with her? Sneaking up on us and all. I don't trust her."
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One of Alex's new recruits, a young boy around the age of 13 approached him as soon as he set foot inside the camp. He had dark brown hair, the color of oak, and looked at him with light, unsettling blue eyes. From what Alex could recall, the boy had joined them a few weeks ago, back at the city of Spalding. They had found him wondering around their camp back then, close to starvation. His troops had captured him, and planned to execute him for sneaking around. Eventually, once they brought him to Alex's disposal, he was given a chance to talk. The boy had quickly seized this chance to explain to what exactly he was doing before he was caught.

His family had been close friends with the royals back before they were executed, he explained first. He had a little sister, Marissa, and his parents worked as big merchants all throughout the kingdom then. They were all very wealthy. It was just recently, not even two months ago, that the royals had betrayed them. They took their market, robbing them of their money, and left them to die alone in the streets. His family lived in the streets for several months, struggling to make something of what little they had left. They were able to survive for a while, a few weeks or so, until his mother began to catch a deadly illness. Then, one by one, they all started to die of starvation. It took about a month before the boy was the only one left. But he knew, that pretty soon, he would die if he didn't do anything to save himself. Somewhere along the midst of all of this, he had heard about Alex and his team of resistance. Trudging along from town to town, the boy struggled to follow along anything he could hear about them. He used the little money that his family had left him for food. When he finally saw that they were in his town, he struggled to find themm. Thus, then there he was.

In time, Alex had decided to take him in. Seeing that he was once close with the royals, he had figured they could make use of him when it came time to the royal family. Plus, Alex knew that this would mean he would be valuable in training. They quickly took him in, feeding him, and curing him of any illness. Then they immediately set him to train and, as Alex has suspected, he ended up being one of the most valuable players.

Marcus, the young boy, then quickly explained to him about the girl they'd captured. Alex glanced over the boy's head, to Stephen and Nathan, who had captured the girl. Alex nodded, following the Marcus as he led him to her.

As they approached the far end of the camp, Stephen came over, "What you want us to do with her? Sneaking up on us and all. I don't trust her." He asked him, glancing at the girl again. Stephen was a few years older than him, roughly about 20 years old, and his dark brown hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail as he looked at Alex eagerly. He loved a good kill. Nathan looked over to them from the end, grabbing the girl by her hair and pulled her inside one of the tents. He had pulled a bag over her face, and then nodded them over to come follow him. Nathan was a bulky man, roughly 170 pounds, and held himself ground in battle. Out of all of then, he was the oldest. Alex followed inside the small tent, seeing the small girl whimper in Nathan's grip as he came closer.

The girl looked at Alex with icy blue eyes, trying to hide her fear when she realized that what would happen to her all depended on Alex's decision. The small bag that had covered his face earlier was pulled off, exposing her long, dark hair. She looked to be around Alex's own age. His eyes darkened at the sight of the girl, sensing a hint of familiarity about her, “What were you doing here?” He growled at her, trying to get information from her. He glanced at Nathan and Stephan, telling them to go outside with Marcus. They both nodded, following his orders.

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Analise couldn't produce anything coherent.

"What were you doing here?"

Of course she couldnt' get caught; they'd kill her. As a innate reminder her eyes darted to the sword on the young man then back to the ground. The guards that had captured her let the tent when the blonde boy looked at them for a second. It was then that she realized the younger boy was there. Was he captured too? Analise stared toward the tent opening, curious about him but then turned her head back to stare at the floor. The feeling in her hands were going numb as they stayed tied tightly behind the post. What was her story? She had a story. She had a story! She came up with it before she left the castle. Saying before thinking, she began to stutter, barely getting the first syllable of a coherent word out of her mouth. She licked her lips again, fighting back the tears. If they thought she was weak they would probably kill her regardless. Clearing her throat, taking in a deep breath so to calm her nerves, she began to speak to the ground. Another strand of her fell into her eyes.

"I was looking for...this." Her heart began pounding as soon as the words croaked out of her throat. God, she needed water. Her legs were going numb because of the way she was sitting. If her arms weren't bound so tightly behind her, and if she weren't so scared, she would have been able to readjust them. "I ran away from...from a very bad place." Remembering a conversation she heard from the commoners, she lengthened her lie a little bit in detail. "A place you probably never heard of. Everything's bad now though...so what's the difference?"

Never in her life has Analise bowed down to someone of lower status than she was. Never in her life was she on her knees for someone of lower status than she was. Never in her life has Analise begged to someone of lower status than she was. Never in her life has Analise had any connection with someone of lower status in her life. It was then that her emotions started to swing and she felt rage begin to build. They killed her family. They would still kill her family! They wanted to kill her! This man in front of her wanted to kill her. And she was begging on her knees to this man?

"What's the difference? Every place is bad because every place is filled with hate." She looked up for the first time, holding a good amount of eye contact. Her voice raised an octave so that she was yelling and she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and ears. "Every place is filled with hate because the people are composed of it! You're composed it! Why was I here? I was here because I just want to hate, and hate, and hate, and hate. Where there is love, there will soon be death. Shouldn't I come here? I know about the riots. The killings. I came here because the hate guided me here. Your site is full of hatred and..." She couldn't finish her sentence.

She couldn't finish because she began to choke on her words. Tears filling her eyes again. She bit her lip. Now she thought of her family; or what was left of it. So many of them were slain. Her people were slaying each other. What was going on?

"Where else is there to go? Shouldn't one be safe if such a hateful place, during a hateful time? Being somewhere peaceful is no longer peaceful. Where else is there to go? We're all fighting for our lives. Where else is there to go?"

This time Analise looked down, bowing her head. More pieces of hair falling into her face. The numb feeling in her hands and legs no longer bothering her. She could feel the pain, but what was there to it? She was already pained enough. Memories of her family passed through again and again. It wasn't like a roal to cry in front of their people like that. To weep. It was a sign of weakness. She was taught to be strong. Now though? She was no longer a princess. Not to these people. She now had the freedom to weep and weep, so she did silently. If she were a commoner for just a day, she would cry and cry for her kingdom
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Alex glared at the small girl, eyes fierce as he waited for her to reply to his question. He definitely didn't like to be lied to. Studying her closely, he noticed the girl hesitate before she began to answer him. That was suspicious. She also glanced nervously at the sword he kept behind his back, still not moving. She knew what Alex was capable of. She watched Marcus briefly, being the one last to leave, eyes sparking a bit of curiosity as he left the tent. Now, it was just the two of them. A small gust of wind blew from the opening of the tent behind them, and Alex stood up straight. He suppressed his erge to demand the answer from her further, and fingered the blade that he kept behind his back. When the girl finally began to speak, her response first came out as a stutter. Her eyes were distant, gaze on the ground, talking as if he wasn't there at all. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and a strand of hair fell to her face as she replied. Alex watched her carefully, listening to her story.

Hatred. That was why the girl came to them, because that was what guided her. The girl's voice raised an octave higher as she continued, looking at Alex sharply as she explained further. There was hatred everywhere, she said, even at their camp. It was composed of hate, more precisely, hatred for the royals. She knew about their murders, the killings, everything that Alex and his group have done to harm them. She acted as if it was her personal feelings firing behind the story, and Alex grew slightly suspicious. She told him that she didn't know where she could go now, that she wanted to get away from the hatred that composed the world that they lived in. In fact, she wanted to be far, far away from it.

The girl ended, looking down embarrassingly when she finished. She choked back tears, and a curtain of dark hair kept from exposing her face. Alex still didn't say anything. He knew that if she wanted to stay away from hate, staying here was probably the worst thing in mind. Like she said, the camp and motive behind all of them was hatred. They all despised the royals, and were fueled with hate to do practically anything to hurt them. That was precisely why they were all here together. His voice was strong when he spoke, "If you wanted to get away from all of this, why come here?" His eyes squinted, secretly curious to find the girl's motive behind all this. Was this some kind of joke?

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She cleared her throat when he asked her the question. She could tell he wasn't buying it. He was tough. If she could, she would wipe her eyes, but that option was cancelled out a while ago.

"You think it's a joke? Why would I be making humor when I'm tied up? No, this isn't a joke. I never said I was trying to get away from all of this. I specifically said I was looking for this site; I'm taking it you run it. I said I came here because it was probably the safest place to be because of...everything going on in the kingdom. Why go somewhere tranquil? Would that make any sense? No. So I came looking for this place."

Analise missed her palace. The comfort of her family there with her. The comfort her bed and servants there whenever she needed them. She was safe behind castle walls. Now? She was all on her own. She was the little fish in the big ocean; an outcast. In this part of her world that she's never been exposed to, she was worth nothing. She couldn't be worth anything. To think, not too long ago she was protected within her bedroom. Now look what she'd gotten herself into. What was she thinking? Analise shook her head. No. This was for her family. But what would she do when the castle notified the kingdom that the princess was missing? What would happen then?'

Analise wiggled some, trying to get comfortable. A burst of rage shot through her and she rammed against the post, letting out an irritated yell. After that she sat there silently, breathing heavily as she calmed down. "I know you don't believe me. If you want to kill me, then go ahead. I know you and your group have done it before. You either believe me or you don't; there's nothing in between. I don't want to sit here suffering while you make your decision." Did she really just admit herself to death? Her head was hurting. She sure was out of it. Remembering her thirst again, Analise swallowed dryly, this time with pain and struggle.

She leaned her head against the post because her neck was getting a cramp. She looked at the young man through the pieces of hair caught in her eyes. He was so young. How could he cause all of this? "You must be a charmer. Having this many people follow you, causing so much destruction? Congratulations. It takes others year and years to even gather followers." Analise struggled some more, then settled down. Trying to get comfortable, if that was even possible.

"I've told you all I could. There's nothing more. Can I have some water? Please."
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The girl cleared her throat, meeting Alex's eyes again as she responded hastily. She had gained confidence, and her voice rose slightly. Alex narrowed his gaze, awaiting her reply. He pursed his lips, still listening. He still wasn't buying it, but he let the girl speak anyway. She was strong willed, and seemed to him like a leader, he didn't want to admit it but that would be extremely helpful to them. The light from outside the tent darkened, and he struggled to see the girl's face now. It was already dark outside. He watched her slowly, still not shaking a feeling of familiarity. Why did he get the feeling he recognized her?

She told him it wasn't some kind of joke. She came to them purposely, and maybe wanted to join them. She wanted to get away from everything going on inside the kingdom, and to find someplace at least more tranquil. She stopped, looking down as she thought of something else. Alex leaned back. What was he going to do with her? Should he put her to her death? Kill her? He relayed her story back inside his head, was it really worth it? He wasn't sure if he believed the story, but he knew she seemed earnest enough. He sighed, looking back to her. She wiggled on the floor, her hands still trapped from the rope when she struggled to move. She yelped a sound of pain when she rammed against the tent post. The tent shook gently.

He stayed quiet, not responding. He didn't like the way the girl talked to him like he was some sort of pet. In case she didn't realize, she was the one all tied up- not him. She openly told him to make his decision, to kill her if he wanted to. It was all his decision, the girl said harshly. She leaned her head on the post behind her, watching him. She scoffed, talking to him coldly when she called him a charmer. Then, she asked for water.

With that, Alex couldn't help but stifle a laugh. She wanted water! Water! After all she said, did she honestly expect that he would give her something to drink? He laughed. For all she could know, he could have her killed in a second. Dead and gone. Her cocky attitude annoyed him, and he fingered the knife wrapped around him arm. The pity he felt for her earlier had disappeared.

"What's your purpose in coming here then?" He said coldly, eyes pinned at her. He wasn't going to give her water. He also wasn't stupid, and by the way she was speaking, joining them didn't seem like one of her ideals. She sounded like she hated them. "Your name? Where are you from?" He continued to ask her, awaiting her replies. If she had any chance to save herself, she'd better answer honestly. "I doubt you came here to join us." He told her, unbelieving.

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The boy, who remained nameless, had trouble stiffling a laugh until he finally gave out and started laughing right in front of her face. Analise frowned, her face flushing. This wasn't a joke. He stopped laughing and toyed with the knife wrapped around him, and she took it as either a threat or a warning; maybe both.

"I'm taking that as a no, then." Analise replied remotely.

He started to ask more questions, back-to-back. Analise was tired of answering the same questions over and over again. She squirmed a little bit more and leaned against the post, a smile faintly crossing her lips. "This is a fun game. I absolutely love being interrogated continuously to the point that I have nothing left to say because apparently you want me to screw up. I told you all I could. I'm done repeating myself. You act as if you just want me to lie straight through my teeth." Honestly, she felt like a hyprocrite, which she was. She was lying straight through her teeth, almost. She wasn't lying about the hatred. That wasn't a lie. She did come from a dark place: her kingdom was dark.

She sighed. "I told you already. If you want more details on my life story, I'd be more than happy to please you." All this? Sarcasm. It felt good. "I don't know my exact birth place. I never met my mother or father, at least not that I remember. I stayed in an orphanage until I was little. There's a big gap in my memory after that. I just grew up and around. Staggering about if anyone would take me. None of the families lasted long. I went my own road when I was ten. Nothing too special from there on. I got tired of everything. I needed to go somewhere strong and possibly worthwhile. I heard of this place. I came looking. Apparently that was a bad idea. I got tied up to a post. I met this swine that apparently runs the site and began telling him my life story, though I guess I'm lying since he doesn't believe. So, I guess I don't really know my life since, according to him, I'm lying."

She licked her lips, growing tired. "If you can't tell, I wasn't given an official name. Unless, according to you, that's a lie as well since, for some reason, it just would add up to my said life story. But how would I know? It's not my life, now is it? How owuld I know?" Her father always told her not to aggrivate people who had control of you. The results might not end well. "And no. I didn't come here to join you. That wasn't my mission. It was just to find a safe place, a strong place. Joining wasn't my top priority, but if that's what it would take, then I would do it."

Analise licked her lips again, closing her eyes for a few seconds and then reopening them. "What about you? What's your life story? You seem like the type with the hard, misfortunate life, just like the rest of us. Who has it good here? You probably hold a grudge. Seems like you have a lot of motives."
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Alex watched the girl squirm uncomfortably on the floor, still tied to the ropes. Then, the girl looked at him wistfully, a stupid grin on her face, and answered his questions one-by-one. Alex mocked the sarcasm written as she answered, wondering why he was still wasting his time with her. It was absolutely pointless. He rolled his eyes, annoyed, and glanced through the open zipper of the tent. Marcus, the boy who had brought her to him, lingered behind the tent. He was probably listening to them.

"I'm not answering you to lie straight through your teeth," He growled turning his eyes towards the girl again. Stupid piece of shit. He thought, glancing at her ripped clothing. "I don't want you to screw up," He carefully said, "Maybe, I'm trying to give you a chance to explain yourself?" He rolled his eyes," Tell the truth, maybe? So you can get your sorry ass saved, and not killed like Nathan and Stephen want to do with you." So much for pity, he thought as he glanced out the tent again. He was giving the girl a chance to explain herself, and she was making it much harder than it should be.

The girl finally sighed, starting to answer his question. Still, as you can probably guess, with the same sarcastic attitude she started with. So she grew up in an orphanage, ran away from home, and came here. She went from family to family, looking to see who would take her, but no one did. No surprise there, Alex thought to himself, self amused. "Oh wait," He laughed sarcastically to himself, "I'm guessing I'm the swine, right?" He joked, eyes pinned at the girl. She was really starting to piss him off, "And you're the stupid cocky piglet who gets killed in the end because she doesn't know when to f*cking shut up." He rolled his eyes, angry. This wasn't going too well.

"Just shut up already." He told her, exasperated. He didn't answer her question about his family, and why he was here, what the royal family had did to him. It wasn't something he felt like talking about, especially considering the circumstances. He turned around, to the end of the tent, calling over to Marcus.

"Just get rid of her." He said coldly, glancing to the girl again before turning away. It wasn't worth it. Marcus looked at him confusedly, then to the girl, and back to him again.

"Alright." He sighed, passing Alex went he went to get her. In honesty, Marcus didn't want to kill her

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Analise held a straight face while the boy spoke rudely to her. Oh no. Did she upset him? It seemed so. She looked down on his vocabulary, or lack thereof, because every other word he spoke came out a swear. She didn't understand him. This is what he wanted. This is what she's been giving him since they started talking. She's been telling him information back to back. There was no getting through with these commoners nowadays. Analise smiled inwardly to herself and was grateful to know that she at least had some type of civilzation unlike the unfortunate people around the camp, or specifically that boy.

He said to "just get rid of her", a cold and bitter taste on the back of his tongue while he left. She heard a voice, but couldn't make out what they said. They were young, Analise could tell, because there voice was slightly higher. The young boy who she had seen earlier entered the tent. He looked about 13-14 and hard dark hair and pretty blue eyes. She smiled gently at him. Why did he look familiar? Maybe he didn't look familiar but he sure did seem familiar. It wasn't like she was looking at a stranger. What was someone so young doing here anyway? When she was his age she still believed that world was a good place. Up until a few months ago she thought the world was a good place. She shamed the others who were in charge and actually let such a young boy do a grown man's job. He could get hurt, or killed. Why would they jeopordize a child?

That's probably what he's in here for. To "get rid of her". She didn't fear the boy; he didn't look mean or anything like the others. He actually looked resentful. She watched him quietly, keeping a straight face, just wondering how they could possibly tell such a young boy to kill someone. If he did kill her then...well...she died. She hoped he didn't kill her for his own sake, not hers.

"Is he always that hard to get through? I hope you didn't hear us." Analise said gently, although she knew he probably did. Now she despised the blonde boy even more for cursing so much. "Does he usually use foul language like that? It's not good for you." Analise licked her lips. She always thought drowning was the worst way to go, but not her parched state made her thinking dehydration was worst. "I'd rather the two other men kill me, instead of you. You're still a child. You shouldn't...you shouldn't have to do that."

Analise had a younger brother. He was almost killed, but he's still being hospitalized back at the castle. She remembered what it was like to almost lose him. He was still a child and had to experience, or nearly experience, death. She couldn't imagine this young boy actually enforcing it. That was one burden she couldn't hold. "Go on. Get the other two. What did he say there names were? Uh...Nathan and Stephen? Yes. Go get them. It's getting dark anyway."

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They had found the girl lingering around the camp. At least Nathan and Stephan did. Marcus had been hovering over the fireplace when they had found her, taming it as small sparks flew to the ground, trying to cook up something for dinner. That was his assignment for the day, what his boss, Alex, had assigned him to do. Living in the streets for so long, Marcus didn't have any problem doing so. He was able to start fire's fairly easily, using what his father had taught him before he died, and was able to whip up a fairly good meal. He was eternally in debt to Alex and his team, since they took care of him and gave him food and shelter when he needed it the most. He was near the doorsteps of death when they found him, and they practically saved his life. He had dropped a filet of fish over the skillet of the fire, interrupted when one of Alex's men, Stephan, called him over. Marcus left the fire unattended, seeing the distress and commotion written on the man's face. Stephan told him that they have captured a girl. That they found the girl lingering around the camp, and that she fell into one of their traps. They wanted him to get Alex and let him know.

Marcus didn't get a good look at the girl, since by then Nathan already had a bag put over her face. All that he was able to see was her long hair exposed under the plastic bag, and her small, petite frame. She had been tied up. Marcus had only been living with them for a few weeks now, and this was the first capture he had seen. He wasn't really sure what to do, so he followed Stephan's orders and headed towards the boss. He found Alex by the outskirts of camp, running his fingers through his blade, arriving from the small river nearby. Marcus took this chance to come up to him and tell her about the girl. Alex then looked past him, seeing another one of his men, Nathan, taking her into one of the camps. He headed towards them, and Marcus followed.

Marcus followed Alex into the tent, behind Nathan and Stephen. Nathan had left the girl by the far end of the tent, unmasked and tied up. Marcus froze when he saw the girl's face, not recognizing her, but getting a feeling of familiarity about her. Why did she looked so familiar? He didn't know. Alex took one look at the girl, expression unreadable, and told them to leave them alone for a while. It was for questioning, Marcus knew. He had been through the same thing not too long ago. He left the tent last, glancing to the girl one last time before leaving. There wasn't no mistaking that he recognized her from somewhere.

Stephan and Nathan had left the tent first, heading towards the river to do some hunting. They told him to stay behind in the camp, just in case Alex needed him. Hah. Marcus thought to himself. He really doubted that the boss would need his help. He stayed behind anyway, not helping but to listen in to the conversation between him and the girl. He was still trying to figure out why the girl looked so familiar, but had no avail.

Their voices were loud from inside the tent, and Marcus found his eyes flicking back and forth inside the small crack inside. The girl seemed to be giving Alex a hard time. Marcus knew that she wasn't making a good choice, and that she would probably be killed if she kept at it. He silently wished that she would be smart enough to realize that what was going on inside there wasn't a game- it was her life she was betting with. He didn't want to be the one to kill her.

It seems Marcus's wish was not granted when Alex called him inside the tent. His voice was angry, and Marcus immediately knew that it was over for her. Marcus took a glance at the girl before Alex told him to get rid of her. The girl didn't move. Alex sighed, exasperated, and escaped the tent. Marcus was left alone with the girl, unmoving. The girl stared at him, her eyes filled with some pity for him. Pity that he had to kill her, maybe? She opened his mouth, asking if Alex was always that hard to break through. Marcus didn't say anything, his eyes on the ground as he eyed the sword that Alex had left behind. He couldn't kill her.

Seeming to realize this, the girl's eyes softened. She told him to go get someone else to kill her, because she knew that he wasn't capable of doing it. Marcus stiffened, ignoring the girl's words. He wasn't going to get Nathan or Stephan to kill her, they weren't even at the camp right now anyway. They were hunting.

"What did you do to make him so angry, anyway?" Marcus spoke up, eyes fixated on the girl, he couldn't help himself from asking.

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The boy stiffened for some odd reason, but then put on a passive face. Her eye lids fell over half way in an exasperated manner. Things were taken to heart so differently than back at the castle. Analise decided that she was going to be more reserved. Thinking back on what just happened she mentally gasped at the way she reacted. She was never raised to behave that way in the castle. She was a woman, of course she was quiet and reserved. When she got here though...well maybe she acted that way because it was something new. She was scared. Where would acting civilized get her in a place of all these bloodthirsty hooligans? Wouldn't they notice if she acted that way? But there was always a way to act civilized even when you didn't want people to realize. She was a princess and princesses did the right thing.

"What did you do to make him so angry, anyway?" Marcus broke her stream of thought. She looked up, blowing the hair out of her eyes even though most of it fell back down. His pretty blue eyes were watching her.

"I don't know what I did. He told me to tell him the truth. And I didn't know what else to do if he wouldn't accept what I told him the first time. I didn't know what he wanted. I guess it doesn't matter though." This was the part where being a princess comes in. Always hold your tongue. Speak no more, or no less, than you were asked. Talking to this young boy made her crave her younger brother, Nicholas. She could always speak to him however; he was such a sweet boy.

Analise figured that the boy wasn't going to get the other two. She looked at her knees, going into thought. After a while she looked back up to the boy. "I knew a boy who reminds me of you. He was the youngest son of one of the families I stayed with, briefly. He was a bit younger than you but you two still share similar qualities, even though I don't know you. He was a curious little boy."

Analise began to think of her life. She thought of all the good times she had in the castle and how much she loved her family. All the amazing animals that stayed in the kingdom, most of which belonged to her as pets. Dogs were her favorite. They were so playful and could always lift her mood. She would miss her mother. Her mother was absolutely stunning. The perfect queen. Her head was always held high, beautiful manners, and kempt hair. Her father was an amazing man as well. His crown would float each time he stood and he seemed majestic whenever he sat on his throne, thinking so so hard. She would miss all her siblings. And her husband-to-be, whom she'd never meet.

Analise began to fantasize about him. He would be tall, because height was important. A strong leader and all his people loved him. He respected his mother and treated her like an angel. He would have a love for children and animals, a gentle heart. Behind all that, though, he would have a strong military and only go to war when it was necessary. Too bad it was all just a fantasy. What princess never lived happily ever after?

She couldn't help smiling at the boy. Not in a creepy way, just a soft glint of a grin. Younger people seemed to hold a sense of innocence, even if they mean tto do harm. This boy was intriguing, as were most younger kids. She liked having company, at least company that wasn't so stressful. "I didn't tell you all the truth," she started, stating back to the question he had asked her. She lowered her voice effectively, leaning in some. "I implied he was a swine. I think that made him angry too." She giggled thinking about it. "That wasn't a verry nice thing to say." Analise smiled, reliving the moment. They were both so mad and she just started babbling. It all seemed so funny now that she was thinking about it. "Why are you here? Did they capture you as well?"

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Marcus sighed as he waited for the girl's reply, studying her briefly as he leaned up on the tent wall behind him. The tent was a little on the small side, the color of light brown, and ripped gently at the creases where the wooden poles held it up. He remembered the first time he had been brought inside here, when Alex had first captured him and taken him to question. That was weeks ago, but the memory still remained fresh in Marcus's mind. How could it not? It was probably something the resulted him in debt to Alex for the rest of his life. Marcus wasn't envious of him, however, he was eternally grateful to him. It was probably because of him that he was still alive. One thing that Marcus was sure to remember was that Alex had a horrible temper, that when he first resisted to explain what he was doing around the camp, he practically exploded. Eventually, he told Alex the truth. With the truth, Alex softened towards him, and let him join his troops. They quickly took him in and tended to his wounds, and set him into training. It was a rough week or so, but Marcus had grown to trust Alex. That was amazing considering they'd just met a couple of weeks ago. In those weeks, Marcus discovered that under his tough personality, he was pretty caring and overprotective to the people he cared about.

"I don't know what I did. He told me to tell him the truth. And I didn't know what else to do if he wouldn't accept what I told him the first time. I didn't know what he wanted. I guess it doesn't matter though." The girl finally responded opposite to the tent, and Marcus looked over to her again. She paused after that, which Marcus noticed a few minutes later, and continued on. She began talking to him, admitting that he reminded her of a young boy she stayed with briefly. That the boy was part of one of the families she stayed with briefly, and that they shared similar curious qualities. Marcus's gaze changed briefly, curious about the little boy, and suppressed the urge to ask what had happened to him. Was he dead? He wondered, looking to the ground. Or maybe she simply left the family and never saw the boy again?

"What was his name?" Marcus found himself asking, curiosity getting the best of him. He stood up properly, looking to the girl again. He wondered just how alike the boy was to him, and if by any chance he knew the boy. Back when his family and the royals were close, they practically knew all the citizens in the kingdom, so there was a big chance he might know him.

The girl suddenly smiled to him in an admiringly way, changing expressions when she admitted that she had called Alex a swine. Marcus stifled back a laugh when the girl admitted that, "That would probably explain why he got to mad." He told her jokingly and smiled softly.

When the girl asked if he was captured as well, Marcus's expression changed. He didn't feel like talking about what happened to him and his family. His expression darkened and he looked away, "They didn't capture me." He simple responded, keeping his gaze on the ground. Why was he answering her question anyway? He thought, sighing to himself. In honesty, that was how it started, but if you look at it now the capture ended up becoming something Marcus benefited from.

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Analise looked at Marcus openly when he asked about her brother. It actually caught her off guard at first, due to her constant daydreaming. She was able to catch herself before she looked like a fool. "Oh gosh. Let me think. I've met so many different families and a lot of them had sons. It wasn't Jacob...Jacob was a shy thing, he was." While she pretended to ponder through her families, she thought if she should actually use her brother's name. There's no doubt she was already under suspicion. A simple name could connect everything together. She didn't want that. Then again, what was the point if she was going to die anyway? Analise finally decided what she would do.

She giggled some, finally "remembering". "Now I remember. How could I forget? We called him 'Lassie'. It was a pet name, but it was so casual someone would have believed it was his actual birth name." That was easy. Analise would call Nicholas 'Lassie' only in private, or if she were to get what she wanted. But that resort only happened rarely since he was such a sweet kid. "I didn't stay long enough to learn his real name, but I honestly don't think I would have. As far as last names go...well. I don't remember that either." She chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm not really much of a help. But he was such a sweet boy. We had many great times while I was with him and his family..."

Analise noted the expression change the boy had when she asked about him being captured. His eyes stayed fixed on the ground and he gave a simple response. "Oh okay. I apologize." She replied softly, seeing she hit a sensitive topic. Trying to ease the tension with a bit of comic relief, she said: "I actually tripped and fell. I'm not very coordinated, especially not in the dark." She smiled. "And here I am. That's why I'm sort of all scratched up."

Scratches. Simply not acceptable in the kingdom. In her condition, they probably wouldn't even believe she was the princess. She licked her lips that were no longer moist, and swallowed dryly. She was still thirsty. Well, this certainly wasn't the way she pictured herself dying. She isn't even in her death bed. She knew exactly how she wanted it to be. On the bright side, she at least made a new friend before she went. Or at least, she's telling herself he's her friend. She's not sure if the feeling is mutual.

A sharp feeling of discomfort struck her chest; it felt like her heart. It was panic. Anxiety. All this time she's been reminiscing on her life, so casually. It just finally struck her. Today was her last day, or night if you wanted to be technical about it. Was it still night? Or was it early morning? Whichever, it would be her last. What was she thinking? She was supposed to be helping her family. Imagine what would happen when they found out their daughter was gone. Analise shook her head. What a let down. I'm sorry, everybody, she thought painfully. She just wanted to hug her father and smell her mother's perfume. But that wouldn't happen. What would they do with her body? She shivered, thinking how gruesome and savage these people could be, and probably are.

Analise looked at the boy, trying to distract herself once again. She couldn't help to hide the tremble in her dry, croaking voice: it didn't work. "What about you? What's your name? I'm sure it's nothing silly like 'Lassie'." Again she managed a soft smile. Her back was aching. In fact, everything was aching. Right now she could really use a bed.

Even if it was her death bed; or lack thereof...

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"Jacob?" Marcus found himself repeating in question, looking to the girl in curiosity. His name wasn't Jacob, the girl had said, and looked to him openly as she tried to remember the name of the young boy she had mentioned again. Shuffling around quietly, Marcus stood up straight and touched the leather bag hung over his left shoulder. He knew that Alex had expected him to kill her, but he wasn't sure he was capable in doing so. He sighed, looking to the girl again. What was her name again? He thought to himself, studying the couple strands of hair splurged against her face. He wondered why she was seemed to dislike Alex so much, and why the two didn't seem to get along well. Alex was definitely done with the girl, probably because she was giving him such a hard time, but if he was able to give her another chance maybe things would change. He just had to talk to the girl into behaving this time. Marcus looked to her again, knowing that it would be difficult, and that it would probably take a while in convincing. He couldn't go and convince Alex to give her another chance without the girl going to speak for herself. He looked out the tent opening where Alex had left, wondering where the boss had gone now.

The girl spaced out a little bit before answering his question, speaking in good spirits as she remembered his name to be Lassie. She didn't know what his real name was, but mentioned how the name was so casual that it ought to be his birth name. Marcus nodded, acknowledging that, but didn't say anything. The name didn't really ring a bell anywhere, he thought to himself, glancing sideways to the girl. "Oh I see." He told her, still trying to connect the name somewhere. He thought back to the days where him and his family used to go attend one of their banquets and dinners, recollecting all the names and faces he had been introduced to back then. Sighing in exasperation, he turned back to the girl. He still couldn't remember anything. Lassie? He thought to himself again, trying to make up proper name for that. Nope, nada. Lexy was the only name he seemed to get, and he really doubted that that would be it. He wondered if maybe if the nickname was some sort of inside joke, and fumbled around with that before averting his attention back to the girl. This wasn't really the time to be thinking of this sort of thing. Marcus suppressed the urge to ask the girl more about what happened to the boy, and why she had to move from family to family all the time. He stayed quiet for a while, and kept his thoughts to himself.

"You tripped?" Marcus said, looking to the girl in disbelief. He had a hard time believing that, laughing gently to show his amusement. She had tripped and fell, and that was how she was caught. He shook his head unbelievingly, thinking back to a few weeks ago when he was the one who was captured. Well, he wasn't really captured, considering how willingly he was to become noticed to them, but it was all the same, he considered.

When the girl asked about his name, Marcus thought carefully before he answered. Her voice crackled gently as she licked her lips, and smiled awaiting for an answer. "Marcus." He told her slowly, not knowing whether telling her was a good idea or not. He couldn't help but notice how tired the girl now looked, and how he could've sworn she looked a bit frightened as well. "What about yours?" He found himself asking being awaiting a reply.

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Her mind traveled somewhere tranquil and unheard of for a second; it was disturbed by a young voice though. Her head had a dropped just a smidge but she raised it just slightly, listening to the boy again. He said his name slow and usure. She cleared her throat once again. "Oh, Marcus," she said to herself. Marcus...Marcus. That name... Analise closed her eyes and suppressed a yawn. She could hold back yawns very well, her grandmother would throw a fit if she ever yawned in public. "That's a lovely name...Marcus." Her eye lids were getting heavy, but she tried to stay awake. Everything was just hitting her all over a sudden. The pain, the discomfort, the events of that night, her fate. There was only real way to escape it, but she didn't want to be taken by surprise. Analise squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again, holding her head up high. She shuffled some, like many times before, but always to no avail. At least she wouldn't have to look at the terrible bruises that would be on her wrists. She'd be dead by the time they untied her.

"What about yours?" Marcus asked.

She opened her mouth, and right under her voice she began, "my name is ana-", but she stopped herself before her voice could grow anywhere near an audible sound. Her voice was failing on her, and for that she was grateful. She cleared her throat so that she wa sno longer speaking in an extremely soft whisper. "I don't have a name. I was never given one." How sad. Her tombstone, if she had one, would not have her name on it. How would her future royal blood--her siblings children and their children and their children and...-how would they know where to find her? She'd be completely cut off from the family. Her family. Her only family. She held back a huge sudden swarm of tears. She could feel her ears warm up: she blushed in her ears. Like everybody else, in her cheeks too, but the real blushing happened in her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. She knew Marcus was probably hoping for something far more better than No Name, and she felt twice as bad because she was lying. But was she? Who was she now? She was outside palace walls. She had no identity. She was nobody. She had nobody. Analise coughed and choked on the air, short chest spasms, they stopped shortly and then continued soon after. She held her mouth close, the closest thing to proper she could since she had no use of her hands. "I have an age though..." she said warily...almost completely gone. "I'm sixteen years old. I'm pretty sure of that."

Analise shuffled once again, and then gently sighed. Her legs were numb, but that didn't matter anymore. She coughed again, but this time she didn't hold it in. "Excuse me..." she apologized. Her mother had the prettiest, softest hands Analise had ever seen and touched. She wanted to hold her mother's hand so much right now. And her father galiant stare. She wanted to be strong for her father right now...so, so much. A smile crossed her face. She was okay with her life. She loved her family. And her friends. She thought of a few old friends that were close to her family. She hadn't seen them in a while and she wasn't sure why. They had a son. Analise's eyes squeezes shut, but then she released the tightness and just let them close naturally. His name was...it was Marcus as well. Wasn't it? This boy's name was Marcus too. How weird? She would have looked back up to compare faces but she couldn't.

By then she'd already drifted off into her state of tranquility.

And all was peaceful

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The girl was near past the point of exhaustion. Marcus watched as she looked around tiredly, dark circles rimming the bottom of her eyes as she went to answer his question. He thought about what was running through the girl's mind right now; she probably thought that these passing seconds would be part of the last she'd ever experience. Probably wishing she'd be back home with her family, and that she never came here. Where was home for her anyway? She never mentioned where she lived, or where she came from to Alex or to Marcus himself. He wondered where she came from, if it was something so horrible that escaping to find Alex and his team was something she had looked forward too. Look to where it had gotten her, he thought. Marcus felt pity for the girl, wishing that things had gone different. Shut Up. He told him, it wasn't like he had to kill her now. It was too late, he corrected himself. Alex had told him to get rid of her now, but something was yearning Marcus not to do it; to convince Alex to give her another chance. He glanced sideways to the opening of the tent, and back towards the girl. She was in horrible condition now, and slugging off sideways as she tried to keep herself awake. Her arms and legs were battered with cuts and bruises, and the pain was obvious by the paling color of her face. If Alex was here, Marcus knew exactly what he would say. 'She might as well be dead.' He probably would have hissed if he saw her in this condition.

"Ana-" The girl seemed to start. Marcus focused his attention to her , and could have sworn she would finish as 'Annabeth' or 'Annabelle.' But the girl disregarded those words and continued on as if she had said nothing to reply yet. She showed no hesitation, "I don't have a name." She responded calmly, "I was never given one." She told him out of spite, and shuffled uncomfortably inside the ropes. Marcus breathed, somewhat unbelieving. He didn't think she was telling the truth, but said nothing in protest. She cleared her throat when he didn't respond, quickly apologizing when she realized he was hoping for something more than. Of course he took the apology,

"It's okay," He responded, not wanting her to realize he was dissapointed with that. Not for the reason the girl expected him to be, but because he couldn't connect her to any people from the kingdom without a name. He nodded when she said she was 16 years old. At least that was some kind of help, he thought. He knew that he'd have to mention some of this to Alex later tonight or even tomorrow if the girl had any chance to save herself. She was sixteen years old. With no name. He relayed into his head, and remembered to mention the whole 'Lassie' scenario to him too. He wondered if maybe Alex knew more about this than he did, that perhaps he knew someone who would recognize the girl by the hints, or even Alex himself would. That would probably become interesting.

When Marcus looked to the girl once again, she was asleep. Looking to her unsettlingly, he shuffled around the tent, not knowing what to do. He watched the sleeping girl's face slowly, recognizing some of her features to soften as she grew asleep. They say you are the most calm when you are sleeping, that all the worries and anxieties of everyday life disappear when you are dreaming. Compared to earlier, she definitely looked more peaceful. Not knowing what to do, Marcus shuffled around the tent before deciding to go and find Alex. He had to tell her about what had happened between the girl and him, and the new information he was able to get. To tell him how he couldn't kill her, and to give her another chance. Perhaps, maybe, he could try to get the girl to try and talk to him. It was already past dark, and most likely past midnight as well. It was either Alex was fast asleep or standing guard for the night. As he tried to remember who was on duty tonight, Marcus stood by the entrance of the tent where the girl was sleeping. He couldn't leave her alone. Peering past the dark, he spotted Alex stepping into one of the tents by the far left. He was heading to sleep. Calling him softly, he spotted Stephen over by the camp entrance. He was one of the guards on duty for the night.

Sighing in frustration, Marcus headed back inside the tent. The girl was still lying asleep on the floor, and stirred quietly as she fell deeper asleep. Leaning on the opposite side of the tent, Marcus slid on the ground, taking a seat on the cold cemented floor. He stayed quiet, planning to stay guard for the night. To watch the girl until morning. His eyes stayed pinned on the ground separating the two of them, wondering what would happen tomorrow. He wondered if he would get punished for not following Alex's orders, knowing that the odds favored him with that. Would the girl have to die tomorrow? He thought, eyes wavering a bit. Alex should have known he wouldn't be able to kill someone so innocently, he thought to himself. He sighed again, digging his fists in the ground next to him, and shook his head angrily. What happens tomorrow happens. The girl was responsible for her own life, was she not? Whatever she decides to do or say tomorrow would be her own decision. It was her own life she was betting with after all.

And with that, Marcus fell asleep as well.

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It was a beautiful dream. Just to escape...was beautiful...

"Mother, when I grow older and marry my prince, you will come live with us, won't you?" Young Analise, at least seven years old asked her mother as they sat in the courtyard for tea. She began playing with the jewels embedded into the tight corset of her dress.

"Analise," her mother gasped and her big, young blue eyes darted up to her beautiful Queen. She dropped her hands instantly and whispered sorry. "I've told you time and time again not to play with your dress. You know people worked very hard to make you look pretty. Stop slouching, too. Look elegant like a princess should, darling." Her mother sipped at her tea. "And these apologies. Didn't I tell you about those 'i'm sorry's' of yours?"

Analise nodded subtly. She would have gotten in trouble if she nodded quickly. She struggled picking up the tea at first, holding it delicately and elegantly. She glanced back at her mother, watching how she was so perfect with it.

"Will you, Mother?"

"Finish your tea, Analise."

"Yes ma'am."

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There was the sound of laughter. She loved her family so much. And her pets. Nicholas was trying to tell a joke, but their sister Cecile was being rude and interrupting. She remembers his face turning the color of cherries. And then it was a contest to see who could turn the strangest colors. Earlier that evening a few family friends, that were not royals, had visited. Nicholas had played outside with their son...his name...it was. Cecile and Analise wanted to be proper so they stayed with the woman. Nicholas and...and...Mar..cus. Marcus was his name. He had dark hair and blue eyes, just a little bit older than Nicholas. They came back completely covered with mud.

But then it stopped. The dreams and her best memories. Time went by to the present, just a few months back. She remembers never seeing that family again. Her parents never said why. Time went to the first day she heard the news. Her people. They were killing each other. An angry group were participating in terror and killing her people. She stood looking out the window of her palace. What happened to her kingdom? Weren't they all happy? What happened to the memories?

She stood silently next to younger brother. His hand was shaking and she took it in hers assuringly. Their close cousin was visiting right when the riot started and she was killed. She remembers Nicholas fainting.

Analise remembers almost losing him. They were outside, visiting the lake when he ran into the woods after one of their dogs. The dog came back but not her brother. She went in a found him bleeding excessively. Since that day he's been laying in bed, a fever coming and going every so often. They didn't tell him when their uncle was murdered. It would have made things worst. Her mother cried one of those nights, and it was the first time she'd ever seen her mother cry. Analise hugged her mother and fought back tears. She pulled away and told Analise to get her brush. She did as she was told and they sat in her bedroom brushing her hair, over and over again... That was just a week ago.

Nicholas...

It was just a week ago.

And then time went by.
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There was the sound.

Analise's eyes shot open but in a subtle manner. She inhaled deeply through her nose. Her heart was pounding and something tickled down her neck so that she tried shrugging it off. It turned out that they were beads of sweat. She still had her cloak on and it was morning. Her hair was slightly damp, sticking to her forehead and cheeks. She was completely uncomfortable. How bad she needed to stretch; to move. A few tears fell down her cheek, but then she remember part of her dream and blinked them away. Her neck was sore from the way she slept. She couldn't roll it too much because of the post she was tied to prevented her from doing so completely. Marcus was sitting across from her. Sleeping peacefully, and she smiled.

It then occured to her that she was not dead and that's when a different set of emotions and questions went through her. What happened she fell asleep? Did they make different plans? Was she going to die today? Analise began to panic as she looked around the tent miserably. She coughed openly, this time from the tears and emotions, from her dry throat. Her head was beginning to hurt. Her once soft and pink links were cracked and sore. It was painful just to lick them. She thought she was back home for that second before she woke up. If she was, Analise would have gone to visit Nicholas like she always did. Sometimes she even slept with him. What would happen when he found out th--

And then that same sound again. That horn. Those forbidden horns.

She could hear people shuffling from outside. Were they leaving? Were they leaving her? No! She'd be a slave, just don't leave her in that tent. Analise opened her mouth and tried to speak but nothing vocalized.

She knew those horns. She knew what they meant. It meant there was an emergency within the palace. Someone was missing. A princess was missing. Their Princess Analise has vanished. But she was within distance. They didn't know they could save her. It was like visiting your own tombstone when you listened to those horns that were about you. It was haunting. During times like this many would believe she would die, if she wasn't already. No royal could survive on their own outside castle walls. Would she be proof to that theory later that morning?

Analise closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep dispite her sirens blowing from her home. By now the entire kingdom was awake. She squeezed her eyes tighter together, trying to escape for just a few more seconds. The siren got louder and louder and that's probably why she didn't hear one of the men from last night come into the tent until he angrily said, "What the hell?" He threw something at Marcus to wake him up. "Why the hell isn't she dead?" Analise looked up. She didn't know his name, but it was Stephen that came in. The one that didn't put the bag over her head. He grabbed Analise by the throat, his big palm covering and squeezing her neck with his fingers placed under her jawline. "Why aren't you dead?" She wiggled some, not liking this at all. She couldn't think straight with all the noise. She was already upset because he hit Marcus so rudely, and now he was just being a bully. She chomped down on his skin and he yelped. Then she felt the blow to her cheek and the blood fill her mouth. It trailed down her chin.

The man quickly left the tent. She didn't know where he was going. All she knew was that her cheek was numb but throbbing. Blood filled her gums and mouth as it traced from her lip and down her chin. She breathed slowly and steadily. Stephen stormed out to go get Alex. He was holding his wrist angrily. Once he found him, wherever he was, he was yelling involuntarily as he spoke. "That damn--!" He couldn't form anything else and he threw up his bitten wrist. It was a nice little bite mark he had there. He jabbed his finger at the tent Marcus and Analise were in. "Kill her or I will!" With that he stormed off.

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Something was thrown at him. It was something hard because it hurt. Hard.

Marcus jolted awake with that, immediately picking his head up from the tent wall behind him. "What the-" He started, still adjusting to the light seeping past the tent. It was already morning; he had fallen asleep while on duty. On duty to protect... the girl! Immediately stiffening up at that, Marcus looked up in search for her. Unbelieving and still in shock from what he had done, he looked in the direction where he had last seen her. Back when she was sleeping. What if she had escaped? He would be killed! Thoughts of facing Alex if that had happened frightened him. He certainly wouldn't overlook a thing like this for him, he would be executed! Looking opposite to the tent, he found that the girl hadn't moved from last night. She certainly wasn't still sleeping, considering she looked past him to the opening to the tent. Pain was coming from where the object had been thrown at him, and he looked down to the floor of the next where a rock laid. Who had thrown the rock? It obviously wasn't the girl considering there hadn't been any rocks lying around when he had set her there last night. "What the hell?" He muttered, rubbing his shoulder slowly as he stood up from the floor. Marcus looked up when a yelp came from in front of him. He was surprised to find out it was from Stephan.

"Why the hell aren't you dead?" He heard him bark over to the girl angrily in reply, and turned to glare at Marcus. Stiffening, Marcus didn't make a move to reply. What was he to say? He couldn't kill her? He couldn't say that, Stephan and Alex would make a mockery of him! So he stayed quiet. Standing up, he glanced to the girl wordlessly. It seemed that she was surprised that she was still alive as well. Before Marcus had a chance to process what happened correctly, Stephan stormed off. His stomach tightened when he realized he was going to get Alex.

"What did you do?" He asked the girl in question, unsure on why Stephan had stormed off so angrily. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, running his fingers to wake himself up more. He glanced towards the entrance of the tent, trying to keep himself from the nerves of what Alex would do when he realized that he didn't follow his orders. Before Marcus got a chance to open his mouth again, bells rang. Bells? He thought. Marcus looked outside the tent in question; nobody had told him anything about bells. During the week or so that he had been here, there hadn't been any bell ringing. This was the first time Marcus had heard them. He hadn't had a clue on what they meant either. Before he got a chance to react properly, he caught sight of Alex coming inside the tent. Behind him was Stephan,

"Kill her or I will!" Stephan exclaimed when he caught sight of the girl once again. He was still angry for whatever she had done, and stormed away shortly after. This led Marcus to wonder again just what the girl had done to him.

Alex ignored him, looking towards the girl, "Marcus," He started, looking to him in warning.

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