Ok so I thought it would be nice to write a story this summer so I won't be bored, and here it goes, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own 13 Ghosts or any of the characters.
He swung his bat at anyone who approached. He didn't know what they wanted, but he most definitely knew that they knew he was there. "He's an easy one." Said a voice that filled the dark forest they were in. The voice angered him, and he became more violent than before, knocking an armed man clear across the forest and into a tree. Royce could see the blood slowly dripping from his helmet as he slid down to the ground.
He continued to knock them out, one by one, but as he took them out others would replace them every time. He wasn't tired, he wasn't sure if he could get tired, he just knew these punks were in his territory.
Quickly he made his way through the forest and onto a hill known as the make out hill over looking a baseball field, part of a high school, it was the last place he remembered breathing.
Now he was cornered, the men surrounded him, guns pointed in his direction. He could jump, it wouldn't do any harm, but he would end up where he was now, every time he tried to leave the forest or go past the baseball field, he would return right back, it was like he was trapped.
Looking over the edge of the cliff he saw his car. His brand new mustang convertible, dented, paint scratched off, completely destroyed, and it had been that way for a while. He looked back up, there were more men than before, and standing in front of them all was an older man, short brown hair, neatly trimmed beard the same color of his hair, wrinkles around his eyes and a cruel smile on his lips. "You can cooperate with us and give up like a good boy, or well simply take you by…harder force." He said as his mouth returned to the same sickening smile.
Royce bared his teeth, and without thinking he charged into whatever man he could get hold of. As he was swinging everything went blank, but when he was aware of his surroundings again he found that he was in a glass case. He still had his bat, and he wasn't going to give up entirely without another fight. As soon as he brought back the bat it came hard across the glass. Surely it would of broken with that hard blow but surprisingly it didn't.
Over and over he tried to brake free until suddenly one of the glass doors opened, but he wasn't at the forest anymore. For a moment he stopped attacking and surveyed his surroundings, glass walls everywhere. It was not only confusing but also angering. He gave a low growl turning around to find the case gone and in its place the man who had earlier taunted him. The anger was clear on his clammy face, bearing his teeth and gripping the bat as hard as he could.
There was a moment of silence, Royce glaring and the man staring calmly back. In the middle of it Royce charged, swinging the bat, which hit a glass wall as soon as he thought he had came in contact with the man. The door appeared from nowhere, it just slid to where it was now. Though the glass was still in his way he continued swinging, hoping it would inflict some damage and break. The man sat watching him express his anger, and that made him even angrier. When he finally stopped the man chuckled shaking his head. The sound of light footsteps from behind the glass next to him caused him to turn in that direction and see a woman. She was fully naked, but with cuts everywhere on her body, and a butcher knife in one of her hands. For a brief moment she seemed to be checking out what was going on, not really looking like she cared about what was happening, after taking a quick glance at the scene she went on her way. Royce continued watching the woman walk away until he couldn't see her anymore; still his eyes lay on the spot where she stood. "Oh that's the Princess." The man said.
Royce turned to look at him, anger returning "But you can't have her." He told Royce shaking his head as he said it.
Royce began to beat on the glass again as the man began to walk away "Enjoy your stay my Torn Prince." And with that he disappeared into the shadows.