Chapter Five

 

E  N  E  M  I  E  S 

 

P r e s s u r e.

A cold sweat broke out on his body, adrenaline shooting through his gut.

What the fuck is this?!

Someone walked through the door. 

 

“The Queen.”

 

Weight. 

That was the best word to describe what Osiris was feeling, weight. He could not breathe. 

“It finally woke up.”

Osiris startled slightly. 

 

The pressure was beside him now. 

 

Scurrying like a rat, the little cube pounced its way from the corner to them, jumping and scurrying with joy and urgency. 

 

Osiris caught a glimpse. 

 

The woman was beautiful.

Tall, grown, and healthy. Her hair was a light blonde, tied up in a barrage of braids and gold. Her eyes were blue. Her face looked young, late twenties, but void of any emotion. 

Well, there was one emotion.

DISTASTE.

“Seems like your nap is finally over.”

Osiris said nothing. 

“I’ve arranged for you to begin training and lessons starting today.”

Osiris was still trying to look her in the eyes, but the pressure was straining his neck. 

It was hurting him. 

“Get him dressed and clean, who knows where he's been.”

Osiris finally managed to look up. 

Their eyes met. 

His head was suddenly shoved straight into the bed, folding his body in half. 

“It seems you lack proper etiquette.”

A man was pinning him down. 

Where the fuck did they come from?

They were big. Two men, both over six feet, both over 30. 

Osiris could do nothing. 

“Enough.”

The hand left and Osiris immediately tried to catch his breath. 

“Noisy.”

No one moved yet something looking like a strip of tape jumped from the Queen’s feet and over his mouth. The tape had eyes. 

“Training starts at dawn.”

Osiris glanced out the window. 

The sky was black. 

Dawn?

“I will stay with the queen.”

Brown stated to Yellow. 

Yellow’s smile strained. 

“Always quick to move, Evan.”

The queen paid no mind. Her eyes had never left Osiris. 

“Make sure he’s competent. I don’t want a stain on this family.”  

Osiris felt a bit offended but could not say a word. 

The tape tightened at the hint of a response. 

And just as quickly as she arrived, the woman left, taking with her the gold eyed tape. 

It slid off him like a wet sock. 

Brown left and Yellow stayed behind. His smile immediately dropped the moment the queen was out of sight. 

“Get him dressed.”

Another person was in the room, apparently. 

With the queen finally gone, and at least 50 feet away, Osiris could breathe again. 

Yellow seemed to carry his own weight  as well. 

He also has a white halo around his body. It was pretty bright, and pretty annoying. 

Osiris was not a fan. 

A maid? Moved from her spot and right to some dresser drawers. 

Osiris would have liked to be impressed with the efficiency, but these people were getting annoying.

The woman went to pull him forward, but instead Osiris moved away and spoke. 

“Give me the clothes.”

Yellow did not like that. 

“Noisy little fucker, aren’t you?”

Yellow yanked him forward until he nearly fell out of bed. Osiris blinked. 

I’m supposed to be a prince, right?

God did not respond. 

“Any more fuss from you and I’m breaking a finger, is that understood boy?”

Osiris said nothing and waited for the man to step back. He did believe Yellow would break his finger. 

But unfortunately for everyone in this room. 

He didn’t fucking care. 

“Fuck yo-”

C R A C K

Yellow did, in fact, break his finger. 

Osiris tried to yell. 

A hand covered his mouth, it was the maid. 

“Sh.”

Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t expecting it, it was still wild that it actually happened. Tears pricked his eyes as his throat burned itself raw. 

His hearts were racing, adrenaline was pumping, his little body was going into shock. 

Shhh, easy there. 

Osiris gritted his teeth and held his hand to his chest. He cradled it and looked down. The finger was bent back and twisted slightly, three clean breaks for sure. 

It’s okay. I’ve gone through this, breathe. 

There was no use trying to stop the pain, so he let it run its course. 

The ride was wild and left him drooling a bit. 

“Use it.” 

“It’s the last A grade.”

“The rest?” 

“Two X grades.”

“It’s fine. Give them to me.”

Osiris was starting to feel a bit iffy about the situation. 

He was starting to think no one liked him-

“Get him dressed.”

The maid yanked him by his wrist, irritating the break. 

Why is everyone so fucking strong?!

He was but a sprout in a forest, fighting for the sun. 

He was pushed and pulled and bent until he was dressed in pretty plain knee length shorts and an oversized shirt. 

He looked like a military brat. 

Oddly his feet felt like they were getting a bit too warm. 

Yellow grabbed his broken hand and lifted it until Osiris was on his toes. 

“Got anything to say?” 

Osiris looked him in the eyes. 

He smiled. It was all teeth. 

“Always.”

Yellow decided to break another finger. 

“Fucking prick.”

“You sure got a mouth.”

Yellow grinned wildly. 

“The Queen gave you a task.”

Like a bucket of water was thrown over him, Yellow dropped Osiris and popped the cork to a glowing vial. 

He threw the entire vial, it broke on contact. 

Glowing liquid splashed his stomach, face and arms. 

Steam rolled off him and in real time Osiris watched as his hand corrected itself, along with rejuvenating his entire being.

“Move it.”