PART 1
The young boy covered his mouth with his hand, scared to make even the faintest of sounds. From his hiding position he watched his uncle stab his father, the King, till there was nothing left of the man he once called 'father', just a hollow, bloodless, lifeless shell. Tears ran down the twelve year old's face. He couldn't cry in the fear of being found out and having to meet the same fate as his father.
The sound of gun firing filled the air as Adam sat crouched behind his table. The air reeked of smoke, death and blood. He didn't fully understand what was going on around him, all he knew was that his life was in danger and he had to hide. Who was after him? he didn't know. He turned to his father who was crouched beside him and let a soft sigh escape his lips. At least he had his father with him. The sound of Oxfords clacking on the marble floor filled the room. Adam could hear his heart thumping in his chest and he feared that maybe the foreign man could too.
"Brother? Are you here?" The man spoke in a voice that Adam recognized very well. His uncle. He felt his form relax and almost got out of his hiding spot. Almost. His father held him down.
"There still may be enemies around. Uncle and I will see if the coast is clear. Stay here." his father told him in barely an audible whisper. Adam nodded his head and watched as his father stood up.
"I'm here." His father replied. Adam watched his father walk up to his uncle and he watched as his uncle fired the first bullet. He watched his father fall to the ground. Dead. A clean, circular wound existing where once his heart used to be. He watched with trembling hands as his uncle shot the body of his father, over and over again.
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"Oh little prince? where are you?" His uncle's sweet voice pierced the silent air. "I want to play a game! Remember the games we played? They were fun, weren't they?" The murderer asked mockingly. Abel hid deeper into the closet and buried himself under the heaps of clothes that his father had once owned. Tears rolled down Abel's face as he tried his best to muffle his voice with the corner of his father's cloak that hung above him. The wool felt rough and scratchy on his tongue. His uncle got distracted by a man who approached him. Abel instantly recognized the man, he was the General of his father's army. "Your Grace, we can't find the Prince anywhere. What do we do?"
His uncle sneered "What do you mean 'what do we do?' ?! Find him! He has to be killed!"
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From his hiding spot Adam watched with fear as his uncle laughed. He could sense the insanity in his laughter. He pulled his knees upto his chest as he covered his mouth with his hands. He was in too much of a shock to completely understand the magnitude of the events that had taken place not too long ago. He no longer had sight of his uncle. He no longer had sight of anything. His vision was blurry due to holding the tears that threatened to fall down. He heard his uncle's voice again. "Martha, I need your help" His uncle said to the phone receiver. It took not more than five minutes for her to reach the scene. Adam expected her to scream, yell, cry or do anything but what she did. He watched as she crouched down next to his father's body and examined the body. "I hope he makes a better ghost than a husband. Stupid drunk!" she spat. She stood up and faced Adam's uncle. "What did you want help with?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "I can't find Adam." The man stated. Martha looked at him with pure shock in her eyes. "YOU PROMISED TO LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" She roared in anger. Adam's uncle looked calm, collected. With an air of nonchalance he replied "I lied." His mother was furious as she flung insults and curses at the man as if they would somehow deter him. "DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE I'LL HELP YOU FIND HIM?!"
"No. But I'm sure this will draw that little weasel out." His uncle replied coldly as pressed the trigger, lodging a bullet in her skull. A soft gasp left Adam's lips. A gasp that seemed to have echoed in the silent room and landed on his uncle's ears that made the man smile.
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Abel was trapped in the closet. He knew that his uncle wouldn't rest until he found him and buried his sword hilt-deep into his chest, preferably multiple times. His uncle paced around the room, dragging the sword behind him. "Abel, little one, come out! Uncle promises it won't hurt. It will be over before you even realize!" He said. The man stopped in front of the bed. "Are you under here?" He asked in a dangerously sweet voice as he raised his sword and plunged it into the mattress. He buried the sword so deep that the piercing sound of metal grazing the stoned floor made the boy cringe. His uncle let out a disappointed sigh, he wanted to hear the sound of metal against bone. "I guess not." He answered his own question. He walked over to the windows as he checked behind them "Able dearest! Come! What would you do staying alive now, anyway? You have no parents and no kingdom. You can't escape precious!" He coaxed. "I will be doing you a favor! It will be swift!" The man continued. Abel stumbled back as he watched his uncle stab through every possible hiding place before letting out a disappointed sigh at his continuous failure. Abel's back hit the wood of the closet. The faint sound was more than enough for his uncle. "Found you!"
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Adam screamed as his uncle fired the shots, barely missing him. He reached for under the table where his father hid a spare gun. With shaky hands the fourteen year old boy pulled out the heavy weapon. He disengaged the safety and got up and shot at something, he didn't know what it was. Anything to serve as distraction for his uncle, while he would flee. The sound of his uncle's pained howl was all he heard as he ran out the room. Not daring to look back as his feet took him away from where lay three dead bodies. His father, his mother and the lie that he grew up believing was his uncle.
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Abel could hear his heart beating. He was certain his uncle could too, and he was sure his uncle couldn't wait to stop it. Before Abel could process anything he heard the wind whir by his ear. With evident fear he looked up to see the sword lodged deep into the back of the wardrobe. With adrenaline coursing through his body the young boy pushed past the massive clothes as he ran out of the dark wardrobe. He pushed past his uncle's huge frame and darted across the room. Pausing briefly when he reached the window. His uncle glared at him as he tried to pull the sword out of the stone wall and wood. Abel didn't know what to do. For a second he chose to accept this as his fate. He turned to face his uncle and watched with fear as the mad man, stained in his father's blood tried to yank the sword out. Without a second thought Abel found himself falling. falling out the window and down to who knows which new danger?
A/N: You probably guessed it! This is going to be a series! I will hopefully update regularly. This is really messy. Sorry. Also sorry for not posting often. Oh and credits to owners of those images.
The young boy covered his mouth with his hand, scared to make even the faintest of sounds. From his hiding position he watched his uncle stab his father, the King, till there was nothing left of the man he once called 'father', just a hollow, bloodless, lifeless shell. Tears ran down the twelve year old's face. He couldn't cry in the fear of being found out and having to meet the same fate as his father.
"Brother? Are you here?" The man spoke in a voice that Adam recognized very well. His uncle. He felt his form relax and almost got out of his hiding spot. Almost. His father held him down.
"There still may be enemies around. Uncle and I will see if the coast is clear. Stay here." his father told him in barely an audible whisper. Adam nodded his head and watched as his father stood up.
"I'm here." His father replied. Adam watched his father walk up to his uncle and he watched as his uncle fired the first bullet. He watched his father fall to the ground. Dead. A clean, circular wound existing where once his heart used to be. He watched with trembling hands as his uncle shot the body of his father, over and over again.
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"Oh little prince? where are you?" His uncle's sweet voice pierced the silent air. "I want to play a game! Remember the games we played? They were fun, weren't they?" The murderer asked mockingly. Abel hid deeper into the closet and buried himself under the heaps of clothes that his father had once owned. Tears rolled down Abel's face as he tried his best to muffle his voice with the corner of his father's cloak that hung above him. The wool felt rough and scratchy on his tongue. His uncle got distracted by a man who approached him. Abel instantly recognized the man, he was the General of his father's army. "Your Grace, we can't find the Prince anywhere. What do we do?"
His uncle sneered "What do you mean 'what do we do?' ?! Find him! He has to be killed!"
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From his hiding spot Adam watched with fear as his uncle laughed. He could sense the insanity in his laughter. He pulled his knees upto his chest as he covered his mouth with his hands. He was in too much of a shock to completely understand the magnitude of the events that had taken place not too long ago. He no longer had sight of his uncle. He no longer had sight of anything. His vision was blurry due to holding the tears that threatened to fall down. He heard his uncle's voice again. "Martha, I need your help" His uncle said to the phone receiver. It took not more than five minutes for her to reach the scene. Adam expected her to scream, yell, cry or do anything but what she did. He watched as she crouched down next to his father's body and examined the body. "I hope he makes a better ghost than a husband. Stupid drunk!" she spat. She stood up and faced Adam's uncle. "What did you want help with?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "I can't find Adam." The man stated. Martha looked at him with pure shock in her eyes. "YOU PROMISED TO LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" She roared in anger. Adam's uncle looked calm, collected. With an air of nonchalance he replied "I lied." His mother was furious as she flung insults and curses at the man as if they would somehow deter him. "DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE I'LL HELP YOU FIND HIM?!"
"No. But I'm sure this will draw that little weasel out." His uncle replied coldly as pressed the trigger, lodging a bullet in her skull. A soft gasp left Adam's lips. A gasp that seemed to have echoed in the silent room and landed on his uncle's ears that made the man smile.
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Abel was trapped in the closet. He knew that his uncle wouldn't rest until he found him and buried his sword hilt-deep into his chest, preferably multiple times. His uncle paced around the room, dragging the sword behind him. "Abel, little one, come out! Uncle promises it won't hurt. It will be over before you even realize!" He said. The man stopped in front of the bed. "Are you under here?" He asked in a dangerously sweet voice as he raised his sword and plunged it into the mattress. He buried the sword so deep that the piercing sound of metal grazing the stoned floor made the boy cringe. His uncle let out a disappointed sigh, he wanted to hear the sound of metal against bone. "I guess not." He answered his own question. He walked over to the windows as he checked behind them "Able dearest! Come! What would you do staying alive now, anyway? You have no parents and no kingdom. You can't escape precious!" He coaxed. "I will be doing you a favor! It will be swift!" The man continued. Abel stumbled back as he watched his uncle stab through every possible hiding place before letting out a disappointed sigh at his continuous failure. Abel's back hit the wood of the closet. The faint sound was more than enough for his uncle. "Found you!"
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Adam screamed as his uncle fired the shots, barely missing him. He reached for under the table where his father hid a spare gun. With shaky hands the fourteen year old boy pulled out the heavy weapon. He disengaged the safety and got up and shot at something, he didn't know what it was. Anything to serve as distraction for his uncle, while he would flee. The sound of his uncle's pained howl was all he heard as he ran out the room. Not daring to look back as his feet took him away from where lay three dead bodies. His father, his mother and the lie that he grew up believing was his uncle.
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Abel could hear his heart beating. He was certain his uncle could too, and he was sure his uncle couldn't wait to stop it. Before Abel could process anything he heard the wind whir by his ear. With evident fear he looked up to see the sword lodged deep into the back of the wardrobe. With adrenaline coursing through his body the young boy pushed past the massive clothes as he ran out of the dark wardrobe. He pushed past his uncle's huge frame and darted across the room. Pausing briefly when he reached the window. His uncle glared at him as he tried to pull the sword out of the stone wall and wood. Abel didn't know what to do. For a second he chose to accept this as his fate. He turned to face his uncle and watched with fear as the mad man, stained in his father's blood tried to yank the sword out. Without a second thought Abel found himself falling. falling out the window and down to who knows which new danger?
A/N: You probably guessed it! This is going to be a series! I will hopefully update regularly. This is really messy. Sorry. Also sorry for not posting often. Oh and credits to owners of those images.
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