Chapter 3: Reign

<Elena's P.O.V>

I go back to my room, feeling the sleepiness entering my body. At least now I can go back to sleep.

'Ah… The comfort of the soft bed.' I can't help but think, feeling the softness of the bed.

I fix my position and yawn, allowing the sleepiness to take over my body, as my mind starts to wander in the dream.

In my dream…

I am in a dark place, as I listen to the creepy silence of where I stand, then, a meter away from me, I see a form of a child holding something in both hands.

I squint my eyes to see what that little girl looks like, and what is she holding, and it starts to become clearer and clearer, as my breathing also starts to become stagnant, and the numbing sensation in my mind prevails.

What I first notice the things she is holding, a gun in her right hand and a hairy ball in the other, no, it was not a hairy ball, but the head of an unknown man.

I put my hand on my mouth, hindering the escaping shriek out of it, and the coldness starting from my feet crawls up toward my whole body.

The man, in the little girl's hand, faces in my direction.

With its pale face and bloodless lips, and an eye of begging, as he looks in my direction. My teeth make a clattering sound as my legs are ready to fall out, especially when its mouth opens to spit out words I never thought I will hear.

“Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me... Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me... Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me...” the head repeatedly says to me, as his eyes staring in sorrow and pleading.

I want to refute his word, but I can't seem to say a word of rebuke because it feels like I have really done something to it, but that is impossible. I never met this head before.

No, this is not true. It is lying.

Yes, that’s right. It is just lying.

I step back and plan to run away, but then, a group of heads, floating in the air, start to surround me, hindering any the path of my escape.

“Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me... Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me... Please, I'm begging you, have mercy on me....” they all say continually as they float in the air, and move in a clockwise direction, surrounding her.

"N-no, w-what are you talking about, I-I didn't do anything. I-I never did anything" I deny, trying to convince myself that it is the truth.

I close my eyes with the hope that the things I am hearing will be gone, but the repeating word and the sound become louder and louder, as it keeps ringing in my ears. Telling me that I am truly the culprit.

I shake my head and covers my ears, trying to erase the sound that they keep insisting on me.

When I hear the noise stop, a sigh of relief was about to escape from my mouth, only to hear the voice of a little girl in a cold tone saying. "You're wrong, you did all this."

I open my eyes to see whose voice was that.

Only to feel, as if my world stop, because the child's face----

It was the same as mine when I was young, with the golden eyes and golden hair I used to have.

Then I look at my clothes. The bloodstain started to show on it as it scatters, from the shirt, down to my pants. I tried to stop it, but it only continues, then I felt a sticky liquid on my hands, and see that it is now drenched in blood.

My breathing starts to accelerates once more.

"NOOOOOO!" I shout as I wake up from my dream, still feeling the fast breathing in my chest.

"What kind of dream was that?" I ask. I don't want to go back to sleeping, worry that those weird dreams will start to hunt me again.

I never even watch horror movies, why would I dream of such?

When I feel that I already calm down, I go to the bathroom and do my morning routine. I see the mirror at the front of the sink, I went there and then look at myself.

My eyes still have the same golden eyes, and my hair is still black, except for the roots.

"I should dye my hair again," I say, as I walk out of the bathroom and put on my thick ungraded glasses. I go out of my room toward the kitchen ‘cause I want to drink some hot drinks, either coffee or tea, although I like tea better.

One of the maids is there, so I ask for a black coffee, ‘cause that is the only thing that I see that is available and I don't want to wait for her to search for the tea, I got no patience for it. After taking the black coffee, I walk to the poolside.

I choose the dry place and sits on it, and put my cup beside me.

I could feel the cold breeze, kissing my cheeks, as the morning dew starts flows down on the leaves, and the sun starting to say hello to the world.

Ah, I am being like a poet now.

I can't help but smile at my thought. I dip my feet in the pool and enjoy the sound of silence, but my mind starts to remember the dream I had, making my brow furrow.

Why do I dream such? And twice in a row.

And all of it was about a young child. I know I lost my memories at the age of 8, but mom told me it was because of the car accident and I suffer traumatic amnesia.

I sigh, as I remember the time when I met them when I woke up.

I was in a white bedroom and saw a pair of young couples, with my twin sister, who is very annoying at that time.

A smile starts to form on my lips, as I reminisce the things that happen at that time,

"Looks like your thinking too deep boss." says a deep voice of an unknown man.

I look behind me, and saw an unfamiliar voice, yet feels like a familiar face.

He looks like an Italian, with black hair and proud nose, and height who is around 6 feet, wearing a black tuxedo on top of his white polo shirt with a tie, black pants, shoes, and hat, that looks like a cap a cowboy hat, but with the color of plain black.

"W-who are you?" I warily ask as I squint my eyes toward him, then stand up from where I am sitting just now, step back away from this stranger.

The man smirks at me and speaks in a deep voice. "It's me, Lady Florenza, Reign"

Who?

Florenza?

Boss?

Is this guy doing a shooting?

I look at him. "Sorry, but I think you got the wrong person," I tell him, which looks like a Mafia in his attire.

Maybe he was one of the casts of Maria's (Maria Victorina's) show.

"No boss, you are truly Lady Florenza, the next heiress of the strongest Mafia assassin." Reign insist, or maybe

Rain.

Well, they sound the same.

What is this guy talking about?

He said Mafia, Assassin?

"Pft. Hahaha. What the heck. What kind of show is this." laughing, as I try to find the camera that might be hiding around me.

While Rain (Reign) looks at me in wonder. "Show?"

I cough as I fix my words. "Maybe you're looking for my twin sister Maria? I'll call her for you," I say, ‘cause

maybe it is really Maria she has been searching for and thought she is me.

"It's not Maria boss, it is you. And I am sure of it." He says as if he is really certain that he got the right person. "After all you are the heiress of our Mafia organization. You are our Cold Blooded Princess"