Up There so High

What do you get when you have a space fanatic, a runaway princess and a bunch of miscreants? Well, you get the three E's; Explosions, Expletives and Enemies.
You may not laugh along with this story but you may sing (because the main space man is very much fond of that).


4. The Desperation


~The Desperation~



Skylar Kingsley was the type of person who placed a magnetized blade to her upper arm and hoped. From the outside it would have looked worse than it did, and she wasn’t trying to do herself any harm. She was only trying to remove the tracking device from her arm. If they had been cleverer about it they would have attached it to the bone, like they had done with so many others, but they had to be quick with her and so for her it was easier to remove it. And she had to remove it, she couldn’t afford for them to know her every move. What was the point of running away if they knew where she was?

She turned her face away from the blade as the blood welled up, a bright red that rolled down the nearly white skin. The belt that she had placed in between her teeth served its purpose of her not screaming loud enough to be heard. She didn’t need the guards coming and seeing their distressed princess bleeding. She felt something pulling itself through her skin towards the blade and she prayed, tapping her foot incessantly against the ground. Finally a ping could be heard as the small device attached itself to the blade. It was a small hexagonal shape, with a red light piercing through the top corner alerting her that it was still transmitting. She could have smashed it with her foot but the warning that she had been given made it not worth it. She didn’t need her planet to be in trouble and she did not want to be the cause of that trouble. This way, the way she had planned, would mean that she could finally be free of them.

She almost blacked out as the relief surged through her and she held the bloodied hexagon in her palm as she reached for the healing spray. The spray was cold and stung her nose with the sharp peppermint smell that wafted up as the straight wound knitted itself back together. For now it would scar but by morning it would be gone. She placed a bandage around it and tied her tunic around her shoulder once more, the sleeves going down to her elbows concealing the wound from sight.

Skylar Kingsley was the type of person to pay for good services rendered. That was why she took the dreaded metal hexagon and made her way to the kitchens. The maid there knew what Skylar wanted when they saw her. She was a shapeshifter, the red eyes made it clear for all to see. Dutifully, the maid followed Skylar to her room and within a couple of seconds and a transfer of a purse full of crystal bars, there were two Skylar’s. The maid had shifted so that her red eyes melded into purple and her black hair melded into blonde curls. The second Skylar took the hexagon and melded it into her skin and she went to work. The first Skylar thanked her and up took the bag that had been packed ever since she had returned to the palace months ago.

It was time to finally be safe, because within the gilded crystal walls of the palace she wasn’t safe. As long as The Miracle was alive she wasn’t safe. But at least if they didn’t know where she was she would be safer.

She took to the streets and then to the forests and she did not look back. The Miracle could screw itself and try to find her in the places where nobody dared to go.

Skylar Kingsley was the type of person to stick her middle finger up at the world and go about her day as she pleased. 



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