A Short Story : A Story?

“Because I am the king of the Chaosns,” Selison says leaning against the president’s desk with his arms folded. The general continues to look between the king and the god before Zalminis finally chimes in.

Her rage and frustration increased threefold, "How low you have fallen. The mighty monarch of the great beasts, tormenting peaceful travelers that pass though. Your honor is but a sham!"

He is her destination. Her broad shoulders straighten. Rayyan’s eyes scan hers, almost if he can’t believe she is standing in the flesh. Her labored breaths show even with her back turn toward me. I stand a good distance away. Acting as background noise. My anger shone through as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into a lock gripping hug.

“Look at me.” Selison’s tone is much calmer. Jade looks up to him with a defeated expression. Selison instantly forgets everything he was going to say and is forced to think of something on the spot. He looks away from Jade quickly and scratches the back of his head.

“Uncle.” The king places his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll explain everything. Once you all join me in the dining room.” He turns without hesitation with two Kingsman trailing behind him.

“Selison has arrived. He has two guards. All armed with weapons. Two swords, one spear. Orders?” The soldier then releases the square communicator and presses his finger to his ear as he receives a response. A brief silence occurs before the soldier nods and then takes a step back from the group. He gives a thumbs up to the booth and then steps out of Selison’s way as the gate opens.

“Correct. Zalminis of Chaos, I, Desh, was ordered to kill you.” The person draws both blades before continuing, “And only you.” A second click allows Zalminis to speak.

Gauging the relaxed, calm posture of the prince, Ramses waved at the empty space in front of him. "Didn't you kill him?"

It was the spring of 2005, everything was starting anew after a long winter. Chad’s life was also somewhat starting anew. He moved to a small town called Lakeford with his grandma because his mom couldn’t afford to take care of him. Part of Chad resented his mother, for he didn’t like the atmosphere of his grandma’s small town he was forced into. Chad did understand though that his mother loved him. The other part of Chad decided he would go into this new situation with a positive attitude and make the best of it. Chad stood just over 6’1 at fifeteen years old. Chad was a lanky boy with black hair, black eyes, and large ears. Chad had to adjust a lot to his new life moving from a large city over to quiet small town.

Terrified, now that he knew Margaret was in trouble Andrew said, "I need to call the police. May I use your phone?”

Alex flinched as a thunderclap broke the silence, hating that every time a measly storm blew in, he’d be transported back to before America. He’d been through some serious shit, yes, even he’d admit that. But that didn’t mean that it could just pop up at random intervals in his life - especially when it was not wanted.

“Detective Johnson didn’t say and I have no idea what they want, but he was firm he wanted to see me.”

Isobel was shaken awaken by her dad shaking her. They had been on the plane for five hours and she had fallen asleep at three.

"I guess it's time we headed home," the Blue-eyed boy says, unlocking the driver's door to the vehicle.

“I wish I knew what he was saying.” Selison quickly realizes that there is no connection between the ancient beast and these creatures. He sinks into his bed and makes it as obvious as possible that he no longer wishes to communicate. Another big sigh and then a click rings out as the voice disappears. Selison then looks over to his left hand, clenches his jaw tightly, and rips out more wires. He grunts as a sharp pain shoots through his arm. Once free of all the strange objects he flexes his hand a few times to make sure it still functions properly. He does the same for his other arm before breathing a sigh of relief.