Frostbite

Frostbite : Chains of fate

Dean's pov

"you two need to cover up your marks for the mean time." my father says as he looks at our arms. "at least until your sister is here." he says looking at Ben.

the moment we both found out about the way that we were connected and the reasons as to why we had the marks we were both pulled to my house by Mr. Dante and he told my father everything.

My father looked at me amused at first but then his expression turned tired as he looked at my mother who began to look at me with a sad expression.

the words that death had told me began to rewind in my head and for some reason I'm beginning to think that something must be going on that I don't know about.

"is something wrong?" Ben asks as he looks at my mother and then at me.

he must have noticed me staring at her.

she looks at us surprised before she looks at my father and he sighs. "she's just worried about the fact that her son got wrapped up in this whole king and queen business."

"what do you mean by that?" Ben asks with an attacking tone in his voice.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult you." my father says before he smiles troubled. "why don't we all sit down first." he says pointing at the couches. 

we all sit including my mother. I can't help but feel something heavy in the air. I look over at Ben and I can tell that it's him who's making the air feel heavy. 

He looks completely insulted.

although he's trying to hide the fact that he's mad and trying to look at the floor to cover it up I can still notice something small like this.

"I'm sorry." Ben says as he looks at his arm. "ever since I got this mark I haven't been able to control my feelings."

my father laughs a bit before he turns to speak to Ben. "you are in a way like your grandmother." he points at Ben's arm with the red mark and he says "she had that mark as well. the only difference in between you two is that she was born with that feisty attitude and you are just being affected by the mark." he crosses his arms and looks at the wall behind Ben and I. "for centuries the red mark has belonged to leaders who have had one similar trait. they have always had a short temper. none of them would ever apologize for it. I guess you would be the first one to be apologetic out of all of them."

Ben looks at my father as he rubs his hands together nervously. "Geovani told me that in order to get these marks you have to be of royal blood. he said that the prince must be my real father and although I don't completely believe that... he said that you knew him... what was he like?" he asks as his voice shakes.

"He was a man who seeked for freedom." my father says as he looks at the floor. "He loved to read books that had to do with world treasures and with unsolved mysteries."

"I see." Ben says as he looks at the floor. 

"Why are you upset though? Isn't it a great honor to be part of the royal family?" I ask my mother as she looks at my father and I interrupt her "don't look at him, I'm talking to you."

she turns to look at me surprised before she finally speaks. "Dean, don't you understand what this news comes with? it means that you are going to be in a war for the throne."

"what? why?" 

"first of all there are two males with the mark. you and Ben will have to fight in order to see who gets the throne and second, the reason as to why the previous prince left was because he was chased out of the castle by people who questioned his power. you'll have to deal with a fight against people who murdered those who worked for the previous royal family. how could I not be worried?" she says as she frowns and my father hugs her gently.

"I'm sure that our son will do fine. he has the mark of the king and he was a very powerful man. I'm sure our son will be able to use his new power to defend himself from any harm." my father says gently as my mom begins to cry gently.

"I'm sorry" Ben says as he looks away from my parents.

"it not your fault." I say as I look at him. "you didn't involve me. this is something that no one could have controlled, it would have happened eventually regardless of who was involved."

Skye's pov

the dark room begins to become more welcoming the more I think about it. its quiet and there's no one here to bother me. I look at the window as I think about how I was about to die just a few hours ago by a damn curse and I frown. 

now that I think about it.

 I haven't eaten much either. the last time I ate was days ago, maybe even weeks and there is no way that I'm about to change in that aspect. 

I look at the chains in my hands as I lay down in fetus position and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. 

How ironic... I got out of the chains that death got me into and I'm now chained again.

At least death let me sleep in a field of grass and with the entertainment of the air moving the leaves of the trees.

I sit up as soon as I hear the door open and I look at Connor who is now looking very tired. He has black circles under his eyes and his eyes are dull.

"Let me guess. Henry won't give up." I ask with a smirk on my face.

He looks at me with annoyance in his eyes as he says "he keeps asking about you and I've practically run out of excuses." he closes the door behind him and a couple of lightbulbs turn on.

"Woah, so this place does have light." I say as I look at the lightbulbs on the ceiling.

"So what now?" I ask as I show him the chains around my wrists. "Am I going to have to fight for your pack or something? what the hell are you planning?"

He looks down on me as he puts his hands on his pockets. "You are more annoying than I thought. I thought your brother was troublesome because he would always ask questions but it seems that the real annoyance is you."

I put my hands down on the floor and I try my hardest to not say anything about his cheating wife and f**k up all of my chances from finding out what this guy is planning so instead I smile. "Who would have thought."

"Tomorrow, you are going to be sold to the Gallows." he says as he stares at my face. he probably wants to see my pathetic expression of sadness.

I chuckle as I look at him with a bored expression. "you could just say the black market." I look away from him as I stare at the walls. "there can't be shame in what you are doing if you planned ahead."

he looks at me with a hurt expression as he runs towards me and grabs me by the neck. with an angry expression he screams "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I laugh a bit trying to ignore the pain that he's currently inflicting upon me and I do everything that I can to look at him straight in the eyes as I say "why don't you try asking your father?" as I send daggers at him with the tone of my voice.

"don't you dare mention him!" he screams as he lets me go. I land on my back as he tries to leave the room as fast as he can and I get up as soon as I stop coughing. "I guess its true what they say" I say as he stops to look at me confused and then without remorse I say loudly enough for him to hear me as I look at him straight in the eyes while I touch my burning neck with two fingers "blood is thicker than water."

he looks at me with murder clearly in his eyes as he quietly gets out of the cold brick room without looking back.

I stare at the floor as I shiver and begin to embrace myself as I lean on a wall. "f**k, this place is cold as fuck."