Chapter 2: ~Chapter 2: You’re inferior to me!~
Xzander was ignoring the sound of the crowd.
Fighting his way to the throne.
After the countdown, Nash ran at him, unsheathing his sword and wielding it as if a baseball bat.
Xzander saw his brothers movements, and moved from his line of aim once Nash swung.
The boy could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his own thoughts were louder then his blade once he unsheathed it.
The grin on his face switched to his brothers almost instantly when Nash placed a hand on the ground and swiped his foot under Xzanders, making Xzander fall backwards.
He quickly caught himself, a elbow and hand on the ground before he quickly moved to get up.
His brother, Nash, laughed, "What's wrong?" Nash asked, taking Xzanders usual stance he had used the day he'd gotten his sword.
Gulping, Xzander stood his ground, holding his head high. He caught a glimpse of his mother's worried looks and his fathers determination in the old mans eyes. Xzander looked up, into his brothers eyes, the grin his brother had was gone, replaced by a scowl. "Not answering, huh?!" Nash yelled, charging at Xzander again. Xzander growled to himself, he wouldn't answer. He moved out of his brothers shot again, then sliced at his back before he tried to pull the same move as last time, he jumped.
I'm almost a flash, his brother grabbed his leg, pulling Xzander to the ground. Coughing, Xzander lost his breath, his eyes blown wide as his chest heaved. "You. Little. Brat!" Nash yelled, standing up after he had kicked the sword out of Xzanders hand. "This really all you can do, brother? What's all that big talk to mom and dad then, huh?!" His brother shouted, putting his booted foot to Xzander's neck, holding him down. His brothers short hair blew in the wind, while Xzander's own, long, black, locks got dirty on the arena floor.
Xzander coughed, and grabbed at the foot on his throat, trying to pry it off, but his brother onto pushed his foot down harder. The crowd gave gasps and some people cheered, only wanting to see death to a prince.
"What? What's wrong, Xzander? You didn't want to talk, so now you won't have too." Nash grinned, his sword flipping in a figure eight in his right hand. He sighed, stepping off of his brother, letting him breath. "I don't pity you. And I won't ever give you mercy. I just want to see if you can actually hit like you glare." His brother said, sheathing his sword, then rolling his eyes. Nash had his back to Xzander , his confidence not only showing in his words, but in his lowered guard.
Xzander quickly got up, scurrying to grab his sword with a dirt covered hand.
His back ached, but probably not as much as his brothers was. He did slice it pretty good, considering his red clothing was darker, stained with his own blood.
"Nash!" Xzander yelled, "You bastard!" He added, running at full force, his sword at the ready to strike. In an instant, Nash had to dodge Xzander from a behind attack once Xzander swung, aiming at Nash's neck.
Nash huffed, then grabbed Xzander's forearm and elbow, swinging his brothers whole body over his head to slam him to the ground.
"Sorry,.." Nash panted, his brother wheezing for air, "What was that?" Nash came close to his brothers face, "I didn't hear you over your squealing like a dying pig." Xzander glared. His eyes turning the dark grey before he head butted his brother in the forehead. Xzander moved quickly, picking up his own sword, then taking Nash's sword out of its holster. Nash stumbled and grunted once he felt the pain. Xzander had two swords in his hands now, his own and Nash's. Nash growled under his breath, his forehead bleeding slightly. "Wait," Nash looked at Xzanders hands, their father smiling in pride on the sidelines, but the mother no where to be seen. "You took my-" Xzander cut him off, looking at his brothers sword in his hands, "It's nice. But not as nice as mine." Xzander looked back up to his brothers eyes, a smirk on his face at his brothers fear.
What a change in emotion. A fly is dead without its wings.
Xzander walked closer to his brother, as if time were to slow, his brother walking back each step Xzander took foreword. Nash glared, his mouth forming a angry lift before he started to laugh, "So, little brother does have a head." Nash said, stopping his steps in walking back.
Maybe, I gave him too much time to think..
Xzander chewed his lip before he scoffed, "But soon you won't." Xzander swung the swords two the side before he held a stance, then charged. His brother, Nash, smirked, running at Xzander to close the distance. Once Xzander was close enough to swing, he did, swinging his brothers sword at Nash's neck, and Nash dodged the slice to the neck by ducking backwards. Xzander grunted whenever he felt Nash kick him in the knee, knocking him a step back, which also through off his second swing with his own blade. Nash did a back handspring, kicking Xzanders hand, knocking the sword into the air. "Augh!" Xzander yelped, bringing his hand to his chest while he stepped back. Nash landed back on his feet in the end, catching the sword in mid air perfectly.
Both panting, they charged at each other again, this time, their blades connected. The power behind it forced Xzander to put his elbow on the handle, pushing more against his brothers blade. The sound of metal slicing and clinking together sounded through the arena. Nash's random laughter. Xzanders pained sounds.
"Dumbass!" Nash yelled out, having cut his brother pretty good on the left shoulder. Xzander gripped at his shoulder, shivering, and wincing at the burning. Nash was just starting to look spent, Xzander on the other hand looked as if he had got trampled by an elephant. "Almost done?!" Nash yelled, "Or do you need me to cut your throat next?" Nash added. Xzander had slices all over his body, on every limb and on any open skin, but his neck. But he wasn't done yet, even though he was covered in his own blood and little of his brothers.
"Give in, Xzander! I don't want to have to kill you!" Nash yelled, knowing Xzander hadn't talked the whole time they had been fighting but once. Xzander charged at Nash again, the older scoffing and shaking his head. Their father seemed amused, the mother still no where to be seen. The crowd was going wild, but then again, this was a fight to, possibly, the death. Nothing exciting about an innocent life passing. Right?
Xzander pulled his aim back, as if to pierce, still a distance away, but to Nash's surprise, Xzander let go once he tossed. Xzanders blade sliced like a spear through the air, Nash too shocked to notice where it would hit. Before they both knew it, Xzander was still running, and Nash stumbled back, the sword going through his left shoulder and stopping at the handle. The amount of sheer shock in his eyes caught Xzanders attention once he was close enough. He pulled his fist back, and swung, hitting his brother in the jaw, earning a crack. Nash grunted and looked into Xzanders eyes before his arm drew back, and pierced his brothers abdomen with his blade. Nash gave a small grin, Xzander looking down to his stomach as he fell to his knees. Nash pulled the sword out roughly, then dropped it, putting his hand up to grab Xzanders, and slowly pulled out the embedded sword in his shoulder with a pained yell.
Xzander fell back, wincing due to the fact the sword went all the way through him. It didn't hurt as much as he expected, but it was definitely a pain. An overwhelming one at that. Nash dropped Xzanders sword and looked down to his little brother, kneeling next to Xzander, "I told you to give it up, a long time ago, Xzander. But you just can't get the point through your head can you?" Nash said, his right hand holding his left shoulder. Xzander looked at his brother in confusion, "You're inferior to me." Nash said, standing up, and turning towards the crowd. Xzander squinted, his vision going out, his midsection covered in his own blood.
"And the new king will be.....Nash Gentry!" The score keeper yelled, the crowd either booing or cheering. But mainly cheering. Medics came to get Xzander, who was passed out from the loss of blood. The last thing Xzander saw, was his fathers disappointed frown.
A month later, Nash was now sitting on the throne, people coming into the castle, dressed in their finest, and bearing gifts for their new king. Nash, of course, blew most of them off unless it was a cute girl he could possibly seduce later on. Wouldn't be very hard to do. It is the king after all, the all wanna be queen.
Xzander was in the infirmary, medically put into a coma. But that also meant he hadn't been informed on the recent news. A necklace was around Xzanders neck, one his mother used to wear all the time. She most likely put it on him after the battle. Constantine must have been devastated.. She hated seeing her sons hurt.
Their father, Aloy, on the other hand... He never came to see Xzander on his medical bed. Not even once.
Xzander gasped, his eyes shooting open and looking up at the ceiling, grunting in pain from the gash that was healing in his stomach. The small cuts around his body were mostly gone. No one was in his room with him, not even a nurse. He was alone on his medical bed. There was a few white and yellow flower bouquets around him. Must have been losing offerings. Afterall. I didn't win.
My brother sits on the throne. And he doesn't even know the responsibility behind that fine, velvet, seat. Being King isn't something to be gloating about unless you're good at it, am I correct? Whelp, I best say that to his face.
Xzander grunted, trying to get up, but laid back down once he heard someone coming. Acting asleep quickly, hoping his face didn't look as if in pain. But, didn't take long for one voice to get him back up, "Xzander?" Tyra asked. His one friend. "Hm.." Xzander hummed, acting as if he had just woken up. "Oh! You're awake! I need to get a nurse!" Tyra almost ran back out the door, but Xzander stopped her by saying, "Halt. Slow down there. I just woke up, and it's fine. I don't feel that bad." Xzander gave a lighthearted laugh, definitely strained though. Tyra was beautiful. African American, laid down black hair, but these almost white eyes. She was very unique to Xzander. But she was only an exception.
He didn't have friends because he didn't want distractions.
But he couldn't stand by and watch her get bullied for such a unique feature. So, since he befriended her, and he's the prince, no one else would mess with her. Even if they tried, he would put them in the hospital much sooner then they would have ever wished. "Okay.." she whispered, "Do you like the flowers?" She asked, "I thought it would help your room brighten up some more." She smiled, opening the gold blackout curtains for the morning sun rays to come through. The only light that was in the room before was his two bedside lamp lights. "Yes, they're extraordinary, Tyra." Xzander spoke politely. After all, it looked as if she was the only one taking care of him. With a worried smile, she came over to his bedside, "You are pale.. How about some water? Your throat must be dry." She said, and now that she mentioned it, it was dry. Like he had swallowed a handful of sand too, grainy and scratchy feeling.
"Yes, please." He said softly, which let her go get him some water from the kitchen. Though, Tyra was a commoner, townswoman. She was definitely not just a nobody in Xzander's eyes, unlike some people.... Like Tyra's parents..
A few moments later, Tyra walked in, her head hung low like she was disappointed in herself. Then Xzander noticed the nurse that came in behind her not long after. Tyra walked over and gave Xzander his water, then sighed, "I didn't mean for her to-Well, I said, I was getting the water for me, and she just," Xzander chuckled deeply and shook his head, "No need. I know how much of a bad lier you are, Ty." Xzander gave her a nod to leave the room after a polite, "thank you."
The nurse ended up checking his wounds, and even had important news to tell Xzander, but he was distracted for a moment at the sight of the pendant around his neck. His mother's.
"Did you hear me?" The older woman asked, she had been his nurse for years. Years, I tell you.
"Uhm, sorry, no. What was it?" He asked, bringing his attention to his nurse.
"The previous King and Queen. Your parents..." she murmured off, making Xzander hum, "What? Did they move out? Don't blame them. Wouldn't not be like mom and dad.." Xzander muttered with a grin on his face, sitting up slowly.
The nurse had a face of grief, while she kept her head bowed, "No,....Sir. Xzander, Queen Constantine and King Aloy were poisoned the first week of King Nash's crowning."
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