The Outcast Prince
She said she loved me. It was after I had finished, laying beside her. It meant nothing to me, but I said that I loved her too. It always made her happy enough.
I always hated it when someone said that they loved me. It wasn't any form of expression, but more of a coping mechanism. That's all love is anyways, a system of valuation that our minds set up to allow us to breed. It's nothing like how our master is. No, his is the only 'love' I care about. And even then, we both know that we're using each other. For what each can do for the other.
It's a simple arrangement: I help him in making the world into his image, and in return I get freedom. Well, the ultimate freedom anyways. A realm all my own. I'd often ruminate on this fact to stop me from ejecting Toxikita from my bed at night.
I had the urge to throw her from my bed, the next morning. The sun was rising, which meant it was time to go. And there she was: sleeping. It'd cause too much headache though, so I settled with shaking her awake.
"Toxikita, it's time." I heard her grumbling as she sat up.
"Izzat time already?"
"Yes, we have to hurry. No doubt that Darkley's is filling the Prince's brain with petty, useless knowledge."
Chamille was already waiting for us downstairs. It would be just the three of us today, Skylor had taken off after a lead to just where the Dark Lord had gone. That Ronin fool had better know what he was talking about, especially after that wild goose chase about the golden weapons he'd sent them on last time. The skeletons had taken some 'convincing,' but had renewed their vows to our master, and as such were more than happy to tell us everything.
No matter though, it was a three hour drive from here in the city to Darkley's.
"What do you mean you kicked him out?!" I demanded, crushing the man's windpipe. It was pathetic, I'd thought he'd had some balls, I mean, to banish the Dark Prince so callously… Useless. Best to set an example. I dropped the cur and turned to Toxikita.
"You heard the man: the Prince isn't here."
"So our plans will need adjustments then." Chamille offered tentatively, our plans would need to be rebuilt around this new unknown variable. Our priority was securing the Prince, but it was probably best to move forward and keep looking for him as a more secondary objective.
"We're leaving now. We were never here." I said aloud, there would be no evidence Toxikita's poison would see him eroded to nothing.
Thinking briefly on it, I decided that a division of the skeleton army would be just what these stupid boys playing at evil would need to help them along.
"Chamille, when we return home, I want you to contact general Whiplash, have him and his finest come to 'help' our future recruits along. Tell him that I need as many as will cooperate, those who don't, well, gotta get skeletons from somewhere, no?"
SO I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW, AND AM EXPERIMENTING WITH SOME POV STUFF.
ALSO SWITCHED WRITING SOFTWARE. Review please, it can help motivate me.