3Love in Death
- by Calliope -
He never would have realized how boring it was without having a conference or some gala to attend had it not been for today, the day his mother told him to take off to relax at home. He gladly agreed but now that he was 'relaxing' he wished that he had gone to the town center where he was supposed to make an appearance. Walking in the halls that were filled with the faint aroma of his mothers' favorite flora, Chinese Orchids, he slugged past opened rooms and closed rooms. More open than the ones closed. He stopped in the middle of the hall and glanced up at the frame on the left. It was a family portrait of his parents, himself and his two younger siblings. They all looked nearly the same, save for his mother. His father, sister and brother and himself had black hair and bright blue eyes, his mother had brown-red hair and light brown, almost hazel, eyes. All were fair skinned though.
The young man turned and started walking again, coming upon a room that had both doors open, a television set on and voices coming from inside. He stopped in the middle of the doorway and glanced around to see two of the advisors, an assistant and three servants along with his mother that was seated directly in the center of the sofa. They all had eyes intently watching the set where the town center was being videoed. His blue eyes turned up to watch too. It was at that moment that he heard what sounded like his voice talking to the crowd. The speaker had his same dark curly hair and looked about his same size. "Who is that, mother?" he asked, several if not all people jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice. Everyone bowed at the waist to him before returning to watch the screen after a slight nod from him. "Why, it is your double, of course, dearest." His mother turned her light eyes onto him and smiled that sweet motherly smile that always tugged at his heart. "I was not aware I had one." She simply nodded and turned back around. He returned his attention to what was playing as well, only to hear the loud bang and see his double collapse with a spray of blood erupting from his face. Everyone in the room jumped. His mother had a hand on her chest and he, with his hands in his pockets, was shaken and all color in his face was gone. 'What the hell just happened?' he mentally questioned. Screaming and shouts of panic screamed from the surround sound of the TV set. "Well, good thing you were not there, my son." Though her voice was clear and solid, he knew her true feelings when he saw the slight shake in her hands as she stood and came to him. He shook his head at her words and managed after several tries, "but that was a life, mother." Her smile was sad and thin, her eyes pained but happy. "I know, but it was not yours. And for that, I am happy." He didn't manage another word because she and several others were pushing him out the door and down the hall, only not the way he came. "There is no time to waste now. You must be on a plane and out of here within the next three hours. If anyone were to find out that he was not you, then they will come for you again, I am sure." He looked incredulously at his mother and tried to stop the pulling and shoving. Two servants were carrying small duffel bags, easy for him to carry, he noticed. "What? Wait, where will I go? Mother what's going on?!"
By now they were outside and he glanced back to take a final look at the castle he grew up in. The man was shoved into a black, window tinted car and the door was being slammed on him. He rolled down the window to look at his mother again. With a loving, sad smile she held his face between her warm soft hands and kissed his forehead. "I love you, my Prince." He barely got a chance to tell her that he loved her back when the car took off. Her waving and smile told him that she had heard him.
The car pulled into private air strip and he was ushered to the private jet, which he noticed was American, and rushed up the steps into it. The door closed behind him, closing out the last rays of sun he would feel for some time. "Welcome, your highness. Her Majesty asked me to take you to America and make sure that you make it there safely." The 'Prince' spun around with wide eyes to see an American man dressed up in a military uniform. "I'm sorry but who are you? And how do you know my mother?" he asked. The man smiled. The corners of his grey eyes crinkled and the whiskers on his upper lip quivered. "I am General Mason. I am also sorry that I can't relay that information with you. I promised her Majesty to never tell anyone and have kept to it for nearly fifteen years, Highness." General Mason continued to smile at him. A stewardess came from nowhere and offered a short glass of amber liquid to the General. "Thank you Abigail," he nodded to her and took it from her. She turned her face towards the Prince and looked at him expectantly. He just stared blankly. Clearing her throat delicately she motioned towards the seat across from the General and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry but for your safety we need you to be seated and strapped so that we could take off." His mouth formed the word 'oh' and he moved into the seat and put on his seatbelt. She smiled down at him, bowed quietly and then moved on. Several minutes later they were up in the air.
"Do you know who did it?"
General Mason turned his head to look at the young man before him. His blue eyes were wide and had a mixture of emotions swirling in them. Stretching his lips into a tight line he shook his head. "No, but we are looking for him just as your people are as well." The Prince nodded and sighed, looking back out the window. The sun had since gone down and the captain had told them over the loud speaker that they were two hours from New York City. He missed the Motherland and his family, his mother especially. They were the closest out of the five of his immediate family. He wasn't exactly a mama's boy but he still sometimes found himself falling asleep with her running her fingers through his hair. A sad smile unpacked it's bags on along his lips just then. It was sure it would be there for a long time.
On that flight, the Prince found himself pondering and realizing several things. He was alone, someone out there wanted to kill him and he would probably never see his family again. Nothing in the world now could ever show him the light of hope again. Nothing would get him to smile again or laugh or even understand the true meaning of happiness, whatever that was anyways. He was positive about that at least; when he hit New York City the Prince knew nothing of what was awaiting him there.
A/N 10-02-08
Well, here's the prologue. If you haven't noticed, the titles for the chapters are song titles. If anyone wants to know who the artist is then let me know. Also, I've recently been working on a new story. I just can't stick with one, or four/five, for some reason. I haven't decided on the title but for now it'll be called Pierceton High and for now it will be about some teens in high school. I haven't figured out a plot yet but there is romance and drama involved. No high school story or high school period would be complete without romance and drama. I mean the two come skipping in with laced hands. I also just realized that the name one character goes by is the same as the one from a story I just started reading, it's great so far. It's called Star Crossed and is by MikeyC1223 but that isn't really what I realized. What I realized is that the name for the girls sister can be pronounced as their characters best friend. But it's not pronounced the same way though. Just to clear things up. I just noticed this the other day, it was so weird. As weird as noticing Calliope my character and Calliope my penname. I can be a little slow most of the time. Well now that this is up, after the first chapter no less, I plan on working on Chapter three to Your Guardian Angel and Chapter two for both Love in Death and X's &O's.
Please review and let me know how you liked it! I feel like it's a mess, calling him he all the time. It was definitely rushed. Thank you for reading!