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The whispers assaulted her ears, making her claw at them in desperation. Her arms were wrenched back, her face was pushed into the cold linoleum ground. She began sobbing horribly, her heart aching as her chest shook with each aborted breath. Where was she? What was going on?

!

"!!!"

Someone was screaming at her. It hurt her head, it bit her heart. Someone was screaming at her and she was alone. Why was she alone?

The person holding her down wrenched her head back, the force almost cutting off her breath. She was certain that she was going to die. No one would treat even a stranger like this. Her body was forced to turn, to face bright blinding lights that stabbed at her wet stinging eyes. She wanted to turn away. She was positive that she begged to turn away. But she was stuck. Again, she was forced to pressed her head into the cool ground. Her captor pressed her closer to the floor, flattening her body against it. She could hear his voice reverberate down her aching arms.

She didn't even know how she was able to tell this was a boy. Just how deep the sound was echoed within her identified the voice as such. She was scared. So scared.

"...Crime...punishment..."

"Death."

This last word that she picked out caused her to break out into cold sweat. Now she resisted. Now she fought for her life. She had no time to ask what was going on or what their intentions were. She knew. They, whoever they were, were planning to kill her. She tried to push her way up, she kicked out her feet. Her captor must have felt that she was being too much trouble, because he pressed his whole body onto her own.

She was five seconds from crapping herself to get him off of her. Humiliation meant nothing now. Preserving her life was more important.

She somehow managed to lift her head up to glared balefully at whoever orchestrated this whole thing. The one she was being forced to bow to.

"I didn't do anything!" She hissed out.

The other person laughed. It was the clearest, most chilling sound that she was able to hear. It was then she was able to pick out individual words from the whispers that surrounded her.

"So cruel," one person whispered.

"Disgusting," another judged. It had to be her they were talking about. Nobody was coming to her aid. Everyone wanted to see her meet her end.

"You claim that you're not doing anything and yet, there is evidence that you attacked Melinda."

Who?

"What?" She said. How the heck was that possible? She didn't know who the hell that was. The only people she spent time with was...

She couldn't remember. She didn't remember who she knew, where she was, or her own name. What was her name?

"--You're acting innocent in this situation?" The other voice said, scornful. "Are you truly that foolish?"

This incensed her. Obviously there had to be a mistake. She didn't know who this Melinda was, much less how she attacked her.

"Look, I don't know Melinda like that!" She burst out. "Why would I hurt her? Much more, attack her?"

Again, the other figure let out a cruel laugh.

"Isn't this entertaining," he continued. "You spent weeks harassing her, making sure that she felt that unwelcome. And when she proved to be too tenacious for you, you decided that the only thing left was to bring harm upon her person. To try to kill her!"

"WHAT?!" She really was losing her temper now. Her fear was pushed back as indignant rage burned through her. "Why would I be so stupid? If I hate someone, I tell them straight up!" She wiggled once again against her captor. It further angered her that not only could she not see his face, but the asshole in front of her was too blurry for her to make out. All she could see was that he had good shoes.

"Why do you keep making a fool of yourself by denying your crimes?"

"Why do you show you have shit for brains by not listening to what I'm telling you?!" She yelled back.

All of a sudden, it was like all of the air was sucked out of the room. The murmuring that acting as a backdrop to their confrontation came to a stop as her words echoed.

"How dare you--"

"Shove it up your asshole you stupid dick!" She cut him off. At this her captor slammed her head into the same ground. She felt and heard her nose make a sickening crunch. Blood flooded down her throat, causing her to choke on the copper liquid.

A voice hissed above her, "Pay respect to our future king."

Bubbles appeared in the pool of blood around her head.

Well damn, that sucks for y'all.

Her head was forced back up, lights dancing across her vision. Her stomach rolled in nausea. The sounds of footsteps now filled her ears. She thought it was his Royal Jerkwad, but then she realized that it was coming from her side. A pair of black pants covered legs came into her field of view.

"Pathetic," the new voice said.

What, was there a fetish of a bunch of grown guys picking on a smaller female?

"That my sister could be reduced to this and shame the House of Revarn would bring our father to tears."

A strange buzzing filled her head. She forced her head up to see the face the man who spoke down to her. Finally, her vision had cleared for her to see who it was. The boy was tall, had porcelain skin and had glossy ash colored hair.

Her lips formed his name. He frowned in disgust at her.

He bent down, bringing his face close to hers.

"You brought this on yourself."

Her high pitched scream filled the hall.