Without this young lady, they might never have found the prince. Keshan thought, observing the scenery through the window, as Lee followed the lady's direction. Where she worked was known as Kingston, and this location was known as St. Elizabeth. The two locations were a good distance from each other, and this particular location was even further from all civilization.
While on their journey, the young lady told them that the prince was found barely hanging onto life by the notorious leader of a gang by the name of Razor. The prince was then nursed back to health by this gang leader.
Upon recovery, the prince had lost his memory and had remained in the community with the gang leader and the other gang members, so now he was one of them.
The prince? Associating with gangsters? This was unbelievable. Apparently, because of his excellent fighting skills, word quickly spread through the community about him, and another gang that was holding her and a few more young ladies hostage heard about him and took an interest in him.
One night that gang kidnapped him and brought him back to their base and began forcing him to kill Razor and join them but he refused which angered the gang members and they all tried to kill him but to everyone's surprise he ripped through the base killing half of it's members and seriously wounding the leader.
The prince killing someone? Yes, he was trained for it, but he was never in a situation where he had to take anyone's life. Was this young lady even speaking the truth?
She had continued to say that while ripping through the base, he had rescued her and the other ladies, she had then left the community to start over some place else, and because there was a small (M) tatooed behind one of his ear, the leader of the gang had named him Michael.
The lady directed Lee to turn onto a deserted road that she says leads to the town where the prince was. They had driven only a short distance when three men stepped from the bushes and waved them down. "Stop the car." The lady says in a nervous tone.
Normally, this is what Lee would see as a trap, but he knew that his men were also in the area, so he nodded at Keshan and did as she said. "Do you know these men?" Keshan asks.
"They are Razor's men, and if you don't do as they say, then none of us will be leaving here alive." She says, sounding scared. "Well, that's debatable, but since we didn't come here to start a war, Lee, shut the engine off." Lee obeyed, and they both stepped from the vehicle.
"A who you?" one of the men asks, pointing a gun at the lady. "I'm Candy. Michael saved me from the other side's base, after which I moved to Kingston. These men are from overseas; they're looking for Michael." She explained as Lee and Keshan came to stand on either side of her.
"Why you a look fi the boss?" Another asks, also pointing his gun at Keshan. "Please lower your weapons, we mean you no harm, I'm Keshan and he is Lee, we're from Saudi Arabia and we're seeking our future king." Keshan says, showing him his identification, then showing him a photo of Michael with the two of them on either side of him.
"A wat him just say a while ago? The boss a him wat now? Hold on, mek me see dat." another said, grabbing the photo. "Me rass, a the boss this? Then a wat the baxside him a wear?" The man laughed out loud. "He may be dressed like one of Jesus's disciples, but this is definitely the boss, but wait, this only proves say you know him, how we know, say a no you two ass-holes put him here in the first place?" One asked, pointing his gun at them again.
"True, we already know that the person who attacked him was someone he knew, which could be you two." Another says, cranking his weapon.
"Alright, you all have a point, but we're asking you all to trust us, please, the last thing we desire is to hurt our prince. Just take us to him, base on what we have just heard from this young lady, I guarantee you all that whether or not he recognizes us, if we try to harm him, we will not leave this place alive." Keshan says.
"Alright, so we name him Michael, but since you two know him, what is his real name?" One ask. "What is the point of telling you his real name? You won't know if we speak the truth or not." Lee says.
"Look, man, we have been calling this man Michael since he came here, we want to know him real name, or maybe you can't tell us because you don't know either." One also says cranking his weapon.
"We are the prince's personal bodyguards, and we were dispatched to find him and bring him home safely..." "Hold on, how the hell do you two know he's still alive?" One ask. "The prince and his father have a special bond; his father knew that he was still alive. We have been searching for months now, we have people all over this world searching for him, and we'll not stop until he returns home safely." Keshan adds.
"And now you find him, so back to his name." Another urge. "The prince's given name is Mathayus Draygon Josiah Khan, future king of Saudi Arabia, even his last name means king," Lee says proudly.
The three men look at each other and burst out laughing. "A April Fool's day or wat?" one asks, still laughing. "Michael..." "No idiot, Mathias." Another corrects the first one. "Not Mathias, Mathayus." Lee corrects the man. "Same rass thing." Another laugh.
"Future king of Saudi-Arabia?" One repeat and they all double over laughing. "I assure you, I joke not," Lee says firmly, showing them a photo of Michael in his princely attire. "Mi rass, alright enough a dis, come wid us, mek the boss handle this." One says walking towards a black SUV.
"You and that clown in the car, head back to Kingston." Another says to the lady before walking away from her. "Thank you for this, I'll not forget your kindness," Lee says, bowing before her.
"Me tell you say his hair look like somebody cut it with a sharp knife." One says, pointing to Michael's long hair in the photo. "The prince's hair was cut?" Keshan asked in shock. "Yeah man but it a grow back ya now, him a sport a nice little ponytail." Another says, "Heads will roll for this." Lee growls as the vehicle pulls away.
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Michael was sitting behind Razor's desk when Milton entered the office. "Um...Boss, me just want to say that me sorry for trying to beat you up." Milton says nervously.
"Apology accepted, but I'm not sorry for hitting you in the head, you deserved it." "Yes, Boss and... um... with all you went through tonight, you good?" He asked in concern.
"Despite a splitting headache, yeah, I'm good, I had a bath and Calaloo and Bammy with green tea, so at least I'm full," Michael says, patting his stomach. "By the way, Zoey is pregnant, so how is she still in school?" Michael asks. "Well, as long as her belly not showing, she can still go," Milton says. "I see."
"Boss..." one of the men rushed into the office, then stopped. "Sorry, Boss, didn't mean to interrupt. "Speak," Michael says, leaning back into the chair.
"Remember the men I told you were looking for Razor?" "That was a while back, but continue." "I know, Boss, sorry it took so long, but they have found him." "And?" Michael snapped as the man was silent for a few seconds. "Oh, yes, Boss, sorry, Boss, he was badly wounded, he and Blade are the only two survivors, they are being taken back here as we speak." "Jermaine?" Michael asks.
"Sorry, Boss, he didn't make it, and they can't find his body either." "Shit, how far away are they? Maybe I should go meet them." "A few miles out, Boss, should I get the car ready?" "Yes," "Right away, Boss." The man says, hurrying out the door. "I'll go assist him," Milton say, hurrying after the man.
A few seconds after the men left, Evan and the teen entered the office. "You alright Boss? Anything we can get you?" Evan asked placing Michael's bag and sword next to the desk.
"No, Razor is a few miles out, I'm going to meet him." Michael stand and swayed, then shakes his head as the room began spinning. "You alright?" Evan ask rushing towards him.
"Not sure, I hit my head in that house earlier." Michael took a few more steps and swayed again this time he grabs the edge of the table for support. "Rowan, get the doctor over here now!" Evan orders. Michael wanted to tell them that it wasn't necessary but a sharp pain in his head had him gripping the edge of the table with both hands.
Closing his eyes he took deep breaths, trying to handle the pain, another sharp pain course through his head and the next thing he knew he was falling, the last thing he felt was his body hitting the floor before everything went black.
Thank you all for reading
words of encouragement
One day you will look back and be so thankful that God did it his way and not yours.
Riddle from the last ch: What do you call an ice cream truck driver?
Ans: A sundae driver.
Is there such a thing, alright here's another
What smells the most?
Good luck guys