Escape

Escape~Ch. 2

          It was early in the morning—too early. Princess Rebecca rolled over on her especially soft, forming to her body, plush mattress and scanned the bright, but not too bright, numbers on her LED radio clock with a built-in stereo and karaoke system. It was seven freaking A.M.! Why could she hear the shouts of guards?! They should keep it down!

          Rebecca dressed quickly in a powder light blue dress with a low V neck, bunches, diamonds encrusted at the hem, and ruffles that fit her medium/tall frame. She brushed, rapidly blow-dried, then pinned up her now-shiny midnight-black hair. Using the mascara wand none-too-sparingly and her white-and-blue sparkly designer eye shadow, she was ready to go and shout to some guards. Rebecca smirked a bit in the mirror, her eyes huge with flawless black eyeliner widening. If she was going to shout, she needed lipstick to emphasize her words. Choosing a pretty bright red color, she applied it and grinned, white teeth making a contrast and a statement.

Mumbling something about disrespect, Rebecca swung open her door and stepped one designer heel out into the hall. Immediately, she was met with loud gunshots firing seemingly everywhere, destroying the beautiful, and not to mention expensive, castle. Pieces of the polished stone ceiling fell in chunks, hitting people left and right. Grunts from her soldiers and yells from others dominated the east wing. Everyone seemed busy with one another, trying to fight off incoming attackers. Everything was in total and utter chaos.

          Rebecca stood with a slightly awed look on her face, feeling out of place for once. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bullet came at her, just barely grazing her cheek and ruffling past her hair before hitting an unsuspecting soldier in the back. He fell dead, blood pooling around him in seconds. Rebecca had just enough time to see her castle’s symbol embroidered onto his armor before he was trampled underfoot by attacking soldiers.

          So, she did the only thing that any normal person would do in her situation—she screamed. At least, Rebecca screamed for about three seconds before somebody clamped a hand over her mouth.

          Three emotions surged through her as the attacker brought a hand to her arm and twisted it behind her back, urging her forward with no choice except to move or have a snapped limb. One was anger—the other was fear, and the final was hopelessness. Anger because of this person’s obvious disrespect of her and the throne, fear because of her situation—heck, she was getting kidnapped! And thirdly, hopelessness because no one would see her. All of the soldiers were busy fighting—nobody would even expect for her to be up this early—Rebecca never showed her face until ten. Even if they did see and recognize her, they wouldn’t be able to save her.

          “Move, princess,” the male chuckled as he twisted Rebecca’s arm just a bit further behind her and nudged her on, causing her to stumble. White-hot pain jolted through her arm as the man bent it a bit more. A mere inch up and to the right, and her left arm would be useless and broken.

          Finally Rebecca hissed in pain as the man let her arm go. Before she could recover, however, the man shoved her into a waiting van. She never noticed even walking out of the pillared entrance and exit—Rebecca must’ve been in too much pain to see clearly.

          Slam! The car door was shut behind her, and Rebecca took a moment to glance around. They were in a van with leather seats, tinted windows, and a man with a bandanna in her face—

          “Have fun, princess,” a man’s voice murmured and Rebecca whimpered inwardly. Outwardly, she looked brave.

“I demand that you let me go!” she snapped, crossing her arms and turning to face the man. He chuckled.