The Prince's Revenge
27: Revenge

The wind blew that afternoon. Cloudy clouds moving quickly covered the sky that had seemed bright.

There is a reason, why ants are found on the surface more from the morning. The birds were seen flying low, going to and fro.

Oh, the rain's coming.

The rain drops on the outside of the room look quite heavy. Although not as hard as the tears of the man in front of him.

What would he think to the point of having to tear in front of a person he hates?

The man in front of him only knows, if someone tears, then the reason is, because the person is feeling sad, disappointed, or vice versa, may feel very happy.

The answer may be one of three reasons. But strangely, he found no sadness, disappointment, or happiness in his gaze. He only found hate and wanted revenge from the reflection of his eyes.

Even so, he did not feel offended by the bad feelings that attacked firmly on him. Because he knew he deserved it all.

“If you want revenge, kill me now,” said Egon in a hoarse voice.

A great lightning bolt struck a tree not far from Frederick's apartment, and at the corner of his eye he could see the tree falling down slowly.

‘Ah, if someone will die, everything will look slower?’ Ask Egon inwardly.

He also closed his eyes. It was unexpected that tears had trickled down from the end of her closed eyes.

“You think by killing you just like that I'll be satisfied?” Frederick, the former crown prince snorted in annoyance. Tears that did not stop flowing, fell on Egon's temple. His knife-wielding hand trembled because of the strength of the wrath he endured.

“I want to kill you slowly, tear you apart, after I have ruined your life,” Frederick continued.

“And you know what's funny? The things I mentioned earlier, you did it to me first. You destroyed me first. Not in that world, not in this world, after all that is mine even you took, now you wish you could die comfortably?” Frederick continued to continue while laughing contemptuously.

“Or do you want to feel like being beheaded like you did me?” Frederick thrust his knife into Egon's neck.

Egon was silent. He did not intend to explain back to her what had really happened. Anger has conquered Frederick. Everything he would say would just be nonsense in his ears.

After all, Egon also felt himself making too many sins on Frederick. There was no harm in him receiving an insult once more, hoping that he could forgive himself.

“Say something..” saw Egon who became resigned, even making him even more upset.

“I don't want to reason anymore,” explains Egon.

“You think I'll accept that?”

“Then, what should I do?” Egon opened his eyes again and looked back at Frederick.

“Leave Mysha.” Frederick said it in a soft voice. “And take your life away from this world with your own hands,”.

“If that's what's gonna calm you down, I'll do it,”

Egon gently touched Frederick's hand which was holding the knife firmly. Frederick understood his point, and then let Egon take over the knife he was holding.

Is this what Frederick wanted?

Will his revenge be lost?

Frederick turned his eyes towards the floor. Although there is only hatred left in the man in front of him, but, he is not a person who is strong. Unlike when Egon looked at him without looking guilty at all when he was about to behead him.

“Frederick! Egons! Open door!!” While Egon was about to kill himself, Mysha's loud voice resuscitated the two men who were being swept away in the situation there.

***

Soon after Mysha decided to immediately meet Egon and Frederick, Mysha woke up from her sleep.

However, the circumstances and conditions around him, made him confused for a while.

He lay on a mattress that was not too big. A dark brown curtain surrounded the small room where he was. Judging from the shape of the mattress and the smell of the drugs, Mysha could guess that she was in the hospital.

Mysha straight down from her bed and opened the curtains to make sure.

And it turns out the guess is right.

Not far from his room, he could see several women and a man wearing hospital uniforms. One of them, who noticed Mysha coming out of the curtain of her room, immediately stepped up to approach her.

“You're awake, how you feel,”

“I'm fine,” Mysha replied quickly. “But I have to get out of here immediately, I am in a hurry,”.

The nurse immediately helped him to take care of his administration, after he was examined once again by the guard doctor there.

The taxi driver, who was carrying Mysha, found Mysha unconscious in the passenger seat. It is his obligation to take him directly to the hospital so that the passenger can be handled appropriately.

However, because he had to work, shortly after he left Mysha at the hospital, he left the hospital first. Of course after leaving a message in the form of his mobile number at the reception in case something happens that requires him to be involved.

After Mysha finished taking care of the hospital administration, Mysha asked for the number of the taxi driver to thank her. But, because he had to do something more important, he ignored it for a while and immediately left by using another taxi that was already preparing around the hospital.

Throughout the journey Mysha was only shrouded in anxiety and worry. He bit the tip of his fingernail while staring at the streets that were drenched in heavy rain from behind the window. He wished that nothing untoward had happened to Egon and Frederick.

While on the other side of his mind, he was confused, what he had to say to the two men. Never mind about that, actually Mysha herself is still unsure of her own identity.

Soon, Mysha arrives at Frederick's apartment. He walked quickly to the reception. After confirming his identity, he immediately ran slowly towards the elevator. The elevator ride to Frederick's room floor was slow. From inside the glass-encircled elevator, he saw a large tree nearby being uprooted by lightning. He was grateful to have walked that path first. Otherwise, it might be too late for him to meet Egon and Frederick.

“Yes Lord, may I still not be late.” he said.

The elevator door was open. Mysha again ran towards Frederick's room unit. Without a second thought, he opened the door of his room. But unfortunately, it was locked. Mysha pushed around Frederick's door, not caring what her neighbors would tell her.

“Frederick! Egons! Open door!!”

***

Seriate…