Chapter 10

Triple "P"

It was probably 2 am in the morning; Amina should probably be catching some sleep because Coach was not going to go easy on her

The only thing was that she didn't quite want to leave yet or if she could, ever.

Out of all the things she could've somehow located all by herself, it was a library. Perhaps after spending so much time in them during her childhood, she had developed a GPS tracking system for the nearest book containing facility.

And as such she was having an internal spazz attack.

Amina had found a library and from the looks of it not just ANY dumb typical library, she had stumbled upon a great, big, evidently old library.

She could practically hear the hallelujah choir.

She felt the excitement at imagining the possibilities of greater knowledge, spending countless hours escaping to ideas and worlds far beyond her own, the scent of books and pages,

Ahhh how she had missed this! Amina was currently a very pleased girl; she had found a comfort zone within this unfriendly place. However, her inner librarian died a little upon seeing that it looked rarely used.

Wait a minute…

That can actually be a good thing! This meant that this place could be her sanctuary! Judging from the rarely used door, she could come to this place often if she needed to and no one would be the wiser. HUZZAH!

That's if she could remember her way back of course.

No matter! She had made up her mind, come hell or high storm she was not giving up on this location. Where this is an interesting book to be found, if there is anyone to find it, it will be her, she will count on her nerd GPS radar. For now, she will simply read to her hearts content and forget reality and plunge herself into another world.

That was the master plan; evidently her body was in a rebellious mood.

Probably extensively exhausted from working in the day, no sooner had she found a comfy spot, surrounded by tall rows of shelves and the moonlight illuminating her through the tall windows. Than she felt the familiar heaviness of her eyelids and the numbness of her muscles.

Okay, it'll be just for a few minutes. Then I can continue debating between reading Freud or Shakespeare.

"Crap. Crap. Crap."

She had dozed off for hours, it was broad daylight. Amina once again found herself running in the hallways. It's like all she did nowadays, who knows maybe once she was able to get back home; she could join track and field and finally be a part of some sort of athletic activity.

Okay how did it go again? Right, left, left? Left, right, left? Damn it why did all these places look the same? In amidst her own inner turmoil she failed to realize she was running straight into a person. She slammed right into a person and fell down backwards because of the force.

"Oww, Sorry, about that."

"Ushishisi filthy peasant how dare you touch a prince."

She twitched at the filthy part, suddenly she wasn't that sorry for bumping into him but the fact that he didn't get hurt. Amina narrowed her eyes at a boy probably around her age and had long blonde bangs covering his eyes.

"A prince? Where? I certainly don't see one." Okay he had the aristocratic countenance, but somehow she always imaged a prince to be well, nice and charming. It was after she said it that Amina realized that it probably wasn't the most prudent thing to say, considering her current situation.

That and the fact that no sooner that the words left her mouth that he began to chase her down and she got the feeling it wasn't to invite her to his castle and to have a tea party.

Amina was barely able to dodge the knives he began to throw while running but one managed to cut her cheek. Hold up, that sounds like familiar….

"You're the guy who went on a homicidal rampage the other day in the cooking quarters?"

He just laughed sadistically in response.

So she hadn't imagined the laughter, it was the same as that time.

Evidently, this was not the type of prince that little girls were told about before going to sleep or that Disney had in mind.

Way to go Amina. Out of all the people she could've possibly angered it just had to be the guy who had a thing for knives and suffering. She knew that SOS was a distress signal, but now it was necessary to create a new one, the PPP, Pissed Psycho Prince signal.

"Run, peasant, like you all do, it makes it that much better when you slowly bleed away. "

And run like the wind she did. All that running in the morning with Coach were finally paying off, she was running marginally faster than she used to and hadn't reached the breach of surrender just yet. Amina didn't know quite were she was running to, she tried hiding but he always managed to find her.

It was like the demonic version of hide and seek.

At one point she had actually gone up a few levels and had reached a bedroom. She quickly locked the door but Amina could hear the knives being thrown at it and knew it wasn't going to hold up.

Her mind on hyper survival mode she tried to find anything that could be of use, there was only a window, a bed and there was no other exit. She looked out the window and saw the forest below; this fall could probably hurt.

Amina could grab as many linens to make a long rope to go down safely below like a mission impossible scene but she had never before had done such a thing and by the time she finished she could become minced meat.

She looked at the mattress and shoved it off the bed, leaving the metal framework below. It was a heavy mattress but Amina managed to throw it out the window.

Now she had a landing pad, but she was having second thoughts about this. Was she seriously going to attempt to jump out a window a couple of stories high?

Yeah, I can't do this.

At that precise moment, the maniacal prince entered the scene, knives in tow and twisted smile on his face. He knew he had her cornered, but he had enjoyed the thrill while it lasted, the peasant dared insult him and she had actually lasted longer than he expected, too bad he had to kill her now. He was actually having fun.

He gave her an arrogant triumph smile. "Ushishi, it's over."

She turned around to look at him and gave him a sardonic smile. "Don't you know that it ain't over 'till the fat lady sings?"

Then she did something that shocked both of them. Amina actually jumped out the window.

Belphegor laughed highly amused. Yes a very interesting peasant, It'll get you yet.

Seems like poor Amina has caught the attention of Belphegor. Sacre bleu! What will happen now...

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Until later!

~TMM