Chapter 4 - BOBA?!

Atlin has never been the center of attention; only a shadow to her brother's ethereal existence. She would continually wish day and night to be anyone else, or at the very least, somebody that someone would find better than her brother.

But as she stood over at the destruction, mayhem, and suffering that she had inflicted upon the lands of Donsac; she discarded the decades of wishing that she executed.

"What better to wish for, than what I have right now?" she softly sighed, standing at the verge of the castle's roof; glaring down at the endless fields of pain.

"Don't get too comfortable with that glamor; we still have to kill your brother and his fiancé. Also, don't forget about the guards and the royal members."

"Way to burst a dreaming girl's bubble, huh?" Atlin sighed once again, but this time her sigh was more of a peeved tone as she attempted to brush past Beatrice.

"Yes. But I also know how to create a new-"

Before Atlin could successfully brush past her, Beatrice grabs her tense hand, pulling her into a seductive but comfortable position.

"and I can assure you that this bubble will be a better one" she mischievously whispered into Atlin's left ear, which uncontrollably began to blush a light pink.

Beatrice's warm-desirable breath pulsed against Atlin's nape as she raised her thighs in between her legs. Her tender palms sent intense surges of pleasurable, rhythmic electrical discharge throughout each of their abdomens.

The blood in her body started to flow faster as her heart started pounding fiercely. And her cheeks began to rise to a hot-steamy temperature.

'N-no I can't.'

Yet before she could get schlepped away in the heat of the romantic moment, she quickly hauled from the immensity-desired figure; indulging a shield of wistful inclination to be plastered onto her delicate facial features, "We have more urgent matters we should get to."

Rarely desiring to permit her veracious despondent emotions to be unveiled, Beatrice forced an empty smile upon her face. Walking hopelessly towards the door at the center of the castle's roof, she veered.

"I understand." she forcefully elucidated in an unintentional solemn tone, slowly entering out of view through the large-curved metal door; leaving delayed scents and infatuating memories of her presence.

"I can't keep hurting her!" she silently exclaimed.

As Atlin contemplated betwixt an arduous decision of love and revenge on the roof that held some of her terrible childhood memories; the one being that she despised the most was wincing to regain life into the fabric of reality from a forced slumber.

Disorientation penetrated Atlas's mind and body as his pupils perceived themselves in an unknown and appalling, dirty space, surrounded by large-rusty-reeking bars.

Gazing aimlessly around in shock, a low-distorted voice slowly seeped into his ears. "Finally, you're awake. 'Look at me'..." the distant voice repeated constantly for what seemed like an hour.

"Who's there?!-"W-where are you?!"

He exclaimed, his tone completely favoring his utterly confused state of mind which was striving to grasp the sacred clutches of sane reality.

The floating orbs illuminated a short distance of the caged circumjacent as dirt-filled water dripped coldly onto his face and flowed chill-fully down into his ripped clothes.

He wasn't mentally nor physically able to locate what direction the voice seemed to be spoken from and his blurred vision didn't add any assistance.

"I'm to your right" the voice replied after a short moment.

Even as his mind ravaged around like an untamed beast; he still managed to recognize the texture and tone of the distant stranger's voice.

"Boba?! Is that you?!"

The stranger gaped in surprise and curiosity at how the dirtied prisoner; who was held captive in a nearby cage would know the nickname that only his best friend Atlas would call him.

The stranger perfectly favored his best friend; but he found it hard to believe that a well-principled and well-manageable person would be thrown in the dungeon like a wild-ferocious animal, yet, Atlas?

"Where's Atlas?! What the fuck did Atlin do to him?" He exclaimed, clasping onto the bars which separated his cage from the imposturous stranger.

"It-its me, Bob-"

"No, don't say that-oh no; what if he's dead?! I swear, I will fucking kill that bitch"

"I'm not dea-"

"Cut the bullish-!"

Enraged vociferate cuts into shagged, low mournings of agony...

"Boba?!"

"You're still calling him that cretinous name?! Wow!"

Atlin's blurred presence reveals from the deepest clutches of the dark corner. Her eyes empty as if her soul has been ripped from her vessel.

"What did you do to him?!"

Without an answer, she continues and enters a skeleton key into the cells hole.

*

Meanwhile, eruptions of commotions were spewing throughout the throne room.

It's been about two days since the Prince and his Fiancé has vanished after the accident. And the temporary patience of the royal members were significantly running out.

"There's has been rumors that princess Atlin is back and she is the reason for the disappearance."

Once again, the crowd erupts into commotion; flinging disgusting and vile words to the sister and to the possibility of Atlin being alive.

"Silence!" Caroline orders, rising from the comfort of power that's besieged upon the infinite throne.

"Why should we take orders from you!!!" The most reasonable person to be the leader of the revolting commotion asks, gaining support in shouts from the crowd.

"I am the only heir apart from my sister. And since the Prince; and his Fiancé is missing; I will be the rightful heir to the throne until they return." She informs.

"And how are we to be sure, you aren't the cause of the disappearance?"

"I- how dare you question me! GUARDS!"

The royal guards stomped from the wall while others marched through the entrance door of the throne room, "Arrest him. And let this be an example for the next person who dares to question my authority"

The guards subdue the rebel with unnecessary force and he yawped as the pain seeped into his pressured-violated form, "Let me go! Don't you know who I am?!"

"Does anyone else wish to join hi-?!"

THREE DAYS LATER:

"They're dead-They're all dead!!!"