I could have easily helped the under ranked guard first, but I wasn't sure how serious his injury was. Guard or driver? Laying with my belly against the floor, I began using my arms to pull myself closer to the driver but then reconsidered. Could the driver shoot? What if he had terrible aim unlike my highly trained guards? The better bet was that my guard was a great shot. "Guard it is," I whispered to myself and crawled over to the collapsed man. 

Sorry, driver, I love you?

As I came in closer sight of the fallen guy, I was beyond happy to see that the guard's wound was not that serious. Blood seeped through the left sleeve of the black turtleneck he was wearing. My dad, the king- mind you, loved watching the show Archer, and decided that all the guards in the kingdom should wear the signature black turtleneck and cargo pants. Something about it being realistic attire rather than suits in case they need to move around? Bullshit, Dad. It's totally because of Archer.

"Thank god it was just your arm and not anything serious! I don't think I could handle that!" I breathed out in relief and looked for something to tie up his arm with. Actually, I probably could since I was trained in first aid, I just didn't want to. I scanned his body, searching for anything I could use. Sadly, I couldn't find anything except for his dark cargo pants and turtleneck.

"Thank god it was only my arm? I got shot in my shooting arm!" he rasped, his simple brown eyes bugging out at me.

"Yeah, now shut up." I silenced him, racking my brain for anything I could use. An idea popped in my head so I muttered a "be right back" and then crawled over to the driver. Unlike the guards, the driver was forced to wear a suit for his job.

Meaning... He was wearing a tie. I looked over him, searching for his injury until I spotted a bullet wound near the heart. The blood stained his nice white button up t-shirt that was underneath his fancy jacket. He wouldn't make it much longer. Fucking shit.

"I am so sorry but I need your tie." I apologized, spotting his burgundy tie that only had a speckle of his blood on it.

"Go ahead, princess." his voice was so low and full of emptiness that it gave my heart a pang. I inhaled deeply before reaching out and untying his tie.

"Thank you." I reluctantly turned my body around and crawled back to the guy waiting on me. I sincerely wished I could have done more for him.

I tied up his arm, making little talk. "Thanks, princess." he gave me a little grin, revealing some of his pearly whites. For a couple seconds I looked into those brown eyes that had softened as he smiled.

"Yeah, whatever. I figured it was time for me to pay you guys back. You know, from putting up with me for so long. Thank god for the rotations, huh?" I muttered back at him, and glared at the floor. My dad made it so that my group of four personal guards were rotated every two days to ensure that they wouldn't learn to many confidential secrets in case they decided to go rogue.

"I actually think you are-" he was about to continue when more bullets pounded against the limo.

"Give me your gun!" I shouted at him, hoping to be heard over the noise.

His eyes widened, and his faint smile dropped as he shook his head. I glared at him and snagged his leg. He kicked out, trying to get away from my grip but I held tight. Yanking up his jeans, I spotted a small silver handgun strapped to his leg. I pulled it out of the holster and dropped his leg immediately. Out of habit, I made sure it was reloaded, and bid my time until the bullets stopped. The guard I had just tied up tried taking the gun out of my hands a couple times until I finally had enough. I glared at him as he yet again attempted to snag it out of my hands. Taking one of my hands off of the shiny pistol, I aimed my punch at his injured arm to make my point.

"Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he roared at me, cradling his arm.

A shit load of things, want me to email you the list?

I just shrugged, and then noticed the noise stopped. I peeped out the window, gun held in my arms, ready to shoot. A black cargo van raced beside us, the sliding door open to reveal an ugly dude kneeling on the floor behind a huge ass machine gun. My gun was aimed at his head and my finger itched at the trigger. I barely felt the recoil when I fired, my mind completely focused on making sure he was dead. The bullet hit him directly in the head, and his body collapsed to the floor. I turned to the driver's side of the car, looking for an easy way to shoot the bad guys' driver to get them off our trail. With no good aim, I took to shooting the tires, one by one. The car swerved out of control, running off the road. Booyah! Double points?

I ducked back down to reload the handgun and shot a smile at the angry guard beside me.

"The same thing that is wrong with you, we are both ugly. Well, you more than me. By a lot." I answered him, barely containing my laughter.

My dad probably switched them out so frequently because there was only enough of a sarcastic, spoiled brat they could handle. There was seriously something wrong with me if I was laughing right after I just killed a person, maybe more.

"Royalty. Go figure. They don't even recognize us, yet they continue to insult us." he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Recognize? I took in his brown eyes and black hair, digging through my memories for anyone similar to him. I studied his nose and chin, taking in the familiar dimples. The only person I could compare him to that I knew was Oswald. And no way could that be Oswald. Well, I hadn't really seen him since....I gulped. Since the lost summers.

Dun dun dunnnn

I scooted over to get a better look at his neck. I stretched my arm out to touch it but then started to overthink everything, and it just lingered there in the air. I exhaled, blowing out the air dramatically. He made no movement to stop my hand, so I blinked a couple times before moving closer and touching the area around his adam's apple. I tilted his chin up, and he let me, allowing my shaking fingers to touch him. I spotted the pinkish scarring underneath his skin, and ran my fingers along it.

"Ossie the octopus!" I smiled genuinely at him and dropped my hand. "Oh, sorry about punching you...." I apologized after thinking over what I did to him. Whoops. Although, even if I did know that I still would have punched him. The limo swerved and I heard shouting. I listened in quickly, and pieced together what Beast Hands said.

"-so get your asses up here!"

Well fine then. He could have asked nicely.