Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacred Jewel ❯ Death of a Fire... ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Trunks look at his father in surprised. He was serious. He would throw his life away just to get his enemy. He suddenly felt a fear from his father, but he refused to show it. He nodded for he knew if he spoke his voice would tremble in fear.

His father nodded in satisfaction and pulled his grip from Trunks arm. Immediantly Trunks grabbed his arm. Even when his father pulled his hands away he still felt the pressure on his arm, he rubbed it to relieve it.

Trunks cleared his voice and replied shakily. "So, how is it that you are going to fool the Queen?"

His father smiled evilly and turns around. "Ah son, how happy I are you asked."

Trunks walked a few steps away, "First I will butter that oversized dough with sweet words. I will not make it obvious I want something. The house of our enemies will be on fire in let's say---"

His father stopped and took out his pocket watch and smiled. "Right now, and by tomorrow everyone in town will now. Then I shall be talking to the Queen and bring up the house. The Queen or the advisor will hopefully have some compassion and suggest they stay at the palace. Then as you heard an assassin will be placed among the staff and strike the Refearick, killing him."

Trunks stared at his father. How could one man be so cruel as this one was? His mouth was curved in a disgusting satisfied smile. Then again he didn't feel much remorse for the family that would perish. What did they to his family was unthinkable.

As far as he was concerned they deserved it. He turned to his brother who had spoken up.

"What about the descendents of the venom?"

His father turned around, he hadn't thought of that. He simply shrugged. "That is not my care. They aren't my generations. I believe generation should fight their own generations."

"You expect us to kill them, " Trunks shouted in disbelief. He shook in disbelief.

"But they haven't done anything to us, father!" He exclaim, surely his father had a little bit of common sense.

The man chuckled, "My son, our enemies will always hurt us. Tis better if you get rid of them and finally vanish the evil among London."

Trunks shrugged. "Father, until they have done anything as to harmful to us, I keep my hands clean of their blood."

*****

Pan smiled as her brother soon started nestling onto her neck, getting comfortable to go to sleep. She kissed his cheeks once again and started heading toward his bedchamber when scent of smoke came to her nose.

She sniffed the air it smelt burnt. She stood in shock as the smell became stronger, heavier. Pan started coughing from all the smoke she was breathing in.

She then heard several distant voices from the hallway, by now the baby had awakened and was now crying. Her eyes were starting to burn from the smoke; she ran to the door and opened it. The hallway was on fire.

She shrieked in surprise.

'How in the world is the house on fire?' She thought furiously. She turned to the other side and saw a man running to her, it was the one of the menservants.

"M'am! You need to exit the main house now."

"Why? What's going on?! I demand to know!" Pan yelled at the boy.

"I do not know, but all I know is that the house is on fire and everyone is to evacuate. Please, come with me, I know a short cut."

Pan nodded, she was in no situation not to accept the invitation. She ran after the servant with her brother wailing. She tried to calm him down by running her hand at the back of his head but it only seemed it made matters worse.

Finally she saw the boy stop in the middle of the hallway. 'Damn!'
The other side of the hallway was also now on fire. She stomped her foot but saw the boy looking glad.

"Why are you happy? We're stuck!"

"M'am I am joyous because the fire didn't reach this spot yet. Please follow me."

Pan watched as his kicked the wall, the wall seem to have opened. She stared in shock, a mere servant boy knew more of her house then she did.

"Well this is embarrassing..." She muttered.

She stepped inside darkness. "Excuse me, where is your presence"

She felt someone touch her arm, she jerked free.

"Let me go!" She shrieked.

"Ma'm it's me. Just run north!"

Pan nodded in the dark, she would go to the lake and get herself a fresh pitch of water. She ran in the dark, knowing what other direction to go too, she just ran. Finally she saw a sparkle of light.

She catched her breath, this could be it. She ran a bit faster and finally and stopped at a stop...where was the light?

Now was she to do? Patrick wouldn't stop crying. She took Patrick and starting humming a song.

"Come on, please, shh...." Pan soothed, it seemed to work. She started looking around, where was that servant?

Someone was tapping her shoulder.

"Ah!" She screamed in surprise and turned around, the servant was there standing pointing up.

"You have to go up."

Pan looked up and then at him. "What about Patrick?"

"Fasten him in your dress and carefully climb up..."

Pan eyes widen. "What?! What if I fall? Then what! Can't you come up wi--"

She saw the light started to fade away.

"W-w-what's happening?" She asked running to the boy. The boy looked around frantically.

"Look ma'm, you have to go up. Put the baby in your dress and climb up real careful."

Pan looked up and then at the boy and finally choose to go up. She pulled the front of her dress and struggled to put the boy into her dress. Thank God it was loose enough not to strangle the baby.

She found a ladder at the side and started climbing. Her heartbeat started increasing as she reached the top.

The light started getting clearer, Patrick was starting to become quiet.

'Yes! Almost there!!'

Finally she reached the top. She put the hand at the top and pulled her self out. Find she stick her head out.

She climbed on the land suddenly she heard an explosion. Her legs felt burn and hot. She looked down to see the fire reach to be the servant boy was.

Pan's felt tears well up, the boy had risked his life to try and save her and Patrick. She continued to climb out, ignoring the burning pain. Finally she was out of the...well.

"A well, who would have thought?"

Pan quickly took Patrick out of her dress; he was still breathing but what crying hysterically.

Pan pulled the baby closer to her and started crying. Crying for the boy who risked her life for her and her brother. A boy who's name she did not know.