The way to deal with PAIN
"Throw him in the dungeon!" I bellow.
"No, p-please, I beg of you, Prince Myrrah!"
"Guards, get this man to the dungeon at once!" I yell again.
The man is dragged away by the royal guards. I look away from the door of which the man desperately holds on to. "Myrrah, you will not see the last of me!"
"Pathetic," I mumble.
As you can tell, my name's Myrrah, but my friends call me Husky because of my voice; It's really hoarse. Most people will joke at me and call me a girl, mostly because I look like one. I have silver hair, beautiful blue eyes, a thin figure, pale skin, and long eyelashes; thanks mom, I owe you one.
Anyway, this strange man I have just sent to the dungeon has committed several murders. And since my father was visiting a next-door state, I was in charge. I could have hanged him, but I felt it was not necessary, though.
The day passed with minimum disturbances unlike the odd man, and it was finally time for me to go to bed. I had my servant undress me and dress me in my PJs. I crawled into my king-sized bed, how ironic, and fell asleep.
"Myrrah, you will not see the last of me!" the man called in my head.
"Whom do you hate the most?" a voice asked.
"Queen Marien, I hate her to her very bone!"
"Very well, Edward."
A scream echoed through out the castle and I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the source. It was in the Queen's quarter. The Queens were panicking and screaming when I arrived.
"Oh, Myrrah! It's horrible!!" Quincy's mother yelled. "Someone had killed Marien!"
"What?!" I yell as I rush to her room. "Mother?!" I yell as I open the door. I gasped.
Her sprawled body lay motionless on the floor and blood was oozing from her mouth and back. Her face was painful to look at. It was twisted into a picture of surprise and sadness. It was covered in blood from her mouth, which led to a crimson puddle beneath her head.
"Mom?" I whisper. "Mother?" I ask. "Mommy?" I plead for her. "Mother, please don't leave me! This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream!" I yell at myself as Queens and guards alike stand around her and me.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I beat my head with my balled fist. "Why won't I wake up?!" I cry, weep, bawl, or whatever you want to call it.
Julian's mother pulled me away from the body and I pleaded, "No, no, stop it! I need to stay!"
"We need to get you out of her!" she whispered. "Come on, Myrrah!"
"nooo!!" I yell. I close my eyes and cry for what seems like hours. I find myself in my bed. "Was it a dream?" I ask myself. I look at my hand; it was covered with dried blood. Marien's.
A voice asked, "Whom do you hate most in this world, Prince Myrrah?"
"I hate the man who killed my mom, Marien." I whispered.
"Do you truly hate this person?" it responded, becoming visible. It had one large eye and a toothy smile, almost like a cartoon. That was it, just an eye and a smile. "Because you cannot forgive the one's you truly hate."
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" I yell to the face.
"Yes, Myrrah." It disappeared.
I sat in my room, mourning until my servant came and got me ready for my "kingly duties."
I sat in his large throne, kind of like a little girl trying on one of her mother's shoes, too small right now.
God, I miss her…
"Why do you miss her?" the voice asked.
I flinch and jerk my head around to see where the voice is coming from. The guards look like I'm crazy. Maybe I am.
"They can't hear me, only you can."
"This is a comfortable position to be in: I'm talking to someone nobody else can hear." I think.
"Do not worry, Myrrah, I am no figment of your imagination, I am a solid being. Well, not that much…"
"I'm crazy, I'm crazy. I'm talking to a one-eyed smiley face. I'm crazy."
"You are not crazy. Here I'll show you. Now you see the guard that is scratching his head?"
"Yeah, and?" I mumble.
"I'm going to make him turn around. 'kay?" the face appeared and smiled, with it's cartoon-smile.
It moved over to the guard and nudged his backside. The guard turned backward and looked around. He squinted and turned back around, continuing to scratch him head.
"See?" it floated back. "I'm real, now stop doubting me."
"Ok, tell me your name so I don't have to call you 'Face'." I commanded.
"My name is of no importance, Myrrah. What is of importance is going to be the guard that burst through the doors right about…now."
Just as he said, a guard burst through the door and came up running. "Prince Myrrah!"
"Yes?" I demand.
"Sorry to interrupt you," he bowed. "But when I went to check on the man you sent to the dungeon the other day, well…"
"Well what?" I asked.
"He died. Almost as if someone had slashed his back open." The guard explains.
His back? This seems familiar…
I stand up out of the large throne. "Take me to this man." I order.
"Yes, Prince Myrrah." The guard bowed a second time.
We pace through the corridors to the dungeon and the guard opens the door so I can get a better look at the body. I examine the body.
He lay on his face with his back slashed, blood stains around the body. He must have died late in the night. His face seemed calm and surprised at the same time. It was very queer to see. His smile was smiling but his eyes were wide, almost if…
"What happened to this man?" I asked the face.
"He died."
I mentally growl. "Don't be a smart-ass."
"Someone or something killed him by ripping his back open." The face shrugged.
"Wait, when did you get hands?" I ask, bewildered.
"Umm, last night."
I squinted and stood up to face the guard, "what time did he die?"
"Maybe last night, the blood has stopped flowing from the wound." The guard guessed.
This is all very suspicious. Face gains arms, a man dies almost like my mother, and Face asks me who I hate.
"Excuse me, it's 'whom' not 'who', Myrrah." He corrects.
"Shut up and stop looking into my thoughts." I growl.
"Is something wrong Prince Myrrah, you've been standing there for a few minutes now…" the guard asks.
I shake my head, "nothing, let's get out of here, the smell is making me nauseous."
"Yes, Prince Myrrah." The guard brings us out. We enter the throne room and I place myself back on the over-sized throne. "Here we are."
"Thank you, you are dismissed." I wave him away.
He walks away.
"What did you do to that man?!" I yell to Face.
His response, "wasn't that the man whom you hate the most?"
"Excuse me?"
"You said the man who killed your mother was the one who you hate the most."
I raise my eyebrow, "but he was locked up in the dungeon. How is that possible?"
Face looked away and murmured, "I might have been acquainted with that man…"
"You killed my mom?!" I yell nearly saying it aloud.
"yes." He states. "But you said the 'man' who killed her; I am no man."
"Then you killed him?" I ask, angry.
"Under your order, Myrrah."
"I never ordered anything!!" I scold.
"Oh, too bad." Face shrugs.
I growl, "Go away, I don't need you."
"What, when did this pop up?" he asks.
"When I found out you murdered my mom!" I growled.
"No."
"What?!" I ask, extremely angry.
"I don't want to leave."
"Don't disobey me!" I yell.
"Aww, is the poor little powerless prince commanding me?" Face teased.
"Shut up!" I yell at him. I know I can't order him to do anything, but it's feels good to try.
"You can't do anything to me, Myrrah." He laughed.
"…" I think to myself for a while, forcing Face out of my mind for a while. I find a plan and try to put it in motion. "Hey Face, I know someone who I hate."
"Yeah? Who is it?"
"I don't know his real name but I'll give you his nickname." I try not to smile.
"Yes, who is it?" he asks eagerly.
"His name is Face." I smile.
"What?!" he looks hurt. "You don't like me?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Fine," he growls, "I'll leave, just, can I tell you something?"
"What?" I ask, curious
he comes up close and whispers, "I have going to change your form because you've abandoned me. It made me really sad so I'll make you regret it."
"Huh? What did you do?!" I desperately ask.
"Hmm, I'll let you find out."
"Tell me!" I yell.
"Bye, Myrrah, see you never." He disappeared.
"No wait, come back! Come back!" I yell desperately. "Come back…" I whisper aloud.
"Is something the matter, Prince Myrrah?" a guard asks.
"Yes," I mumble. "I'd like to go lay down, please escort me to my room."
"Yes, Price Myrrah." He walks me to my room and he leaves.
I take my clothes off to inspect my body. "I going to change your form" what's different? I glace in the mirror and find a marking on my neck, they look like gills with tear drops underneath them.
a voice echos in his head, "the one who leads them self to the end will get nothing but sadness..."
Teddie: well, how'd ja' like it? I plan to have four chapters, one for each of the +anima gang.
Husky: why did you make me a whinny prince?
Teddie: just because. Did you notice that I made you somewhat compulsive, saying things several times over and over? XP
Husky: what?!
Teddie: tell me if you want me to continue.