When the War began, there was no conflict.

When the war began, there was no conflict, just a silent invasion, creeping in bit by bit. Only now that we have lost do we fight, our King was assassinated. He left us, leaving his loyal subjects unprotected from the virus. Many caught it, never to come around, some did, some saw it's beauty and let it take them, before realizing that beauty was a lie, and some, some stayed strong and fought, and they still fight for FREEDOM! This is the Land of Movellas, or should I say Erotica?

We are slaves to an empire, where safe is a word used only by citizens, the outcasts will fight, for as long as it takes, because the rebels will restore the Land to Movellas and they will make it powerful once again!

I hope you like this book, it's suppose to portray what Movellas was and what it is now. It's a kind of fun story, follow the hero's. (They may or may not be real people from Movellas)

Thank's for reading!

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22. Chapter 21

(*LMH's POV*)

The dimly lit bedroom was cozy and large, with a large four poster bed, the thick purple curtains were drawn together leaving only a small gap of light flashing through. Mels and I stood on the window ledge. We heard the door burst open and a female voice ring through the large Kingly room. A series of whispers until the covering on the four poster was lifted and she stepped in. Mels and I looked at each other in a disgusted manner, "God," I whispered, "He's a bitch." Mels nodded in agreement.

"Oh and Mels..."
"Yeah?"

"What's-a-hairbrush is mine"

"But I wanted to-"

"Shhh!"

The woman had come back through the thick curtains again, and was looking around. I signalled to Mel to open the window slightly when her back was turned. Her hand grasped the handle and twisted it inwards. The shadows made it hard for me to see her expression.

"Should I kill the woman?" Mels whispered.

I nodded, "Do that, it will be good, I promise you, no more fucked up monarchs."

Mels laughed quietly, nodding, "Heaven."

 

The woman went back through the bed-curtains, and I gently slipped through the gap, landing with a quiet thud. Mel followed. We tip-toed to either side of the bed, and in sync threw back the curtains and we plunged daggers into both figures lying there. Damn. I got the women, but oh well at least Curly was gone. That was surprisingly easy.

 

Then I looked at Mel and saw her furious expression.

"Fuck!" her voice was in harsh whisper.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded grimly at her victim, "Look!"

I peered at his face- huh? It wasn't what's-a-hairbrush?

"Carrots!" Mel fumed. What the heck?

Furiously, I chucked my dagger right at his mangled head.

"Come on!" I  muttered "Let's go find him for real!"

 

 

We stormed out of the door, and tried the next room but it turned out to be a bathroom instead.

"This is going to take a long time" Mels muttered

"We don't have a long time. Someone could find us and raise the alarm at any minute. You take the rooms this side, I'll take those. Then find Shire and Mina. Hopefully they've done better" I let my mouth purse as though I had eaten a lemon.

Mels nodded in agreement.

***

We had checked nearly all the rooms but What's-a-hairbrush? wasn't in any of them, only monarchs' advisors or high-ranking enforcers. Cautiously we walked into the last room together to be greeted by  Harry's back and his rough voice.

"Greetings." he turned around, he was wearing a dark crimson robe lined in some sort of endangered animals fur. "Mels and LittleMissHollywood, I presume," quoting an old movie, a quirky lop sided smile quivered at the edge of his lips.

"Ms." I informed him, "LittleMsHollywood."

"Not Mels," Mels smiled stoically," It's Melody, like a song," she explained as though the man standing in front of us was stupid. Which he was, but let's not gloat on it, okay?

He nodded, "I understand Mels, Melody," he continued warmly, "You don't want me using your nickname."

She gave him a quick sarcastic smile, reaching for her dagger, slowly. She looked at me in amusement, I returned the look, it translated to, kill him or her. It was quite morbid, but very effective, Curly obviously understood as he smiled.

"Don't think so babe," he smiled, keeping his calm exterior, it was only now I noticed the iPad he was holding, he pushed a button, in text speak, which, is impossible to decode. He put a mask on his face, "Goodnight." he smiled, "So nice having you here."

 

I coughed, my eyes watering as I looked at Curly, "What is this?" my voice rasped, my lungs filled with the thick gas. "Oh you were asking me?" What's-a-hairbrush? laughed, "A gas version of Monkshood". My eyes widened as I saw him escape through the door, a siren wailing.

 

Mels and I staggered out to the room, collapsing at the bottom of the tower where we had been kept prisoner, coughing so much our throats became raw. She grabbed my arm and pulled herself up off the ground, but I had taken in too much. Everything slowly faded away...

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