Zylith.

But what scared me the most was the big-ass shot that he held in his frailty shaky hands. The shot was the size that you could knock an elephant out with. If that shot touched my butt I was most probably going to kick the bucket.

Fear veiled my vision as the mad doctor approached me with his daunting injection. "Now now, my lady! Don't be afraid. It is not going to hurt one bit." The rabid doctor's faint quivery voice resounded in my ears. Won't hurt one bit!? My ass!

"I don't care. Don't come near me or I will scream." I bellowed in fright.

"My lady, don't be like this. The doctor only wants to help you," One of the wallflower people (probably a maid) spoke. As if! Do they take me for a fool? I was either going to be killed or sedated with that ogre size injection. And executing me at the moment seemed like the popular option.

"N-NO!!! If he comes anywhere near me with that shot of his I-I will bolt." Yeah! Bravo Zylith. That's the best blackmailing excuse you can come up with!?

The sigh that came out of the doctor was a signal, not of his resolve 'to inject my ass' leaving, but of the level his resolve had further strengthen. The doctor spoke in his quivery voice, "Hold her down." Oh no. No No No No No No. Bad omen. Bad omen! When such words comes out of a doctor's mouth its best to abort your mission and run for the hills! I should've known, he was more like an old fashioned kettle - still full even when some steam forced its way out.

"NO! LET ME GO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as four maids tried to restrain me from all four sides of my petite frame. "I SWEAR ON EVERY GREAT MAN'S GRAVE I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE. I AM JUST AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER. IT'S JUST THAT MY LUCK IS SO BAD THAT IF I BOUGHT A CEMETERY PEOPLE WOULD STOP DYING. LET ME OFF ALREADY AND GO TAKE IT OUT ON MY BAD LUCK," It's just that my pleas had done more harm than good.

Now they were looking at me like I had lost it. I might really have, looking at that shot in that mad doctor's hands. "THIS LOONY GUY WILL KILL ME IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO! PLEASE SPARE ME." I yelled in dismay. But to no avail.

"Tch tch tch! What have become of such a fair lady. Don't you worry dear, you will be fine soon, trust me." The old doctor said sympathetically. As the doctor's shot drew near me, fear tortured my guts, churning my stomach into intense cramps. And all the same, the frustration and anger pent-up inside of me was getting dangerously close to be unleashed upon the world. I had reached that stage where my brain went from 'you probably shouldn't say that' to 'What the hell! What's the worst that can happen now.'

"BE DAMNED YOU OLD SCUMBAG! YOU BETTER WISH YOU NEVER SEE ME AGAIN IF I WERE TO SURVIVE TODAY. FROM TODAY ONWARDS I WILL BE HAVING YOUR MENTAL FUNERALS ON A DAILY BASIS. YOU BETTER START COUNTING YOUR DAYS, BECAUSE THERE WON'T BE MANY LEFT IF I OUTLIVE YOUR SHOT TODAY. I HOPE YOU GET YOUR NEXT BLOWJOB FROM A SHARK." Ah! Speaking my mind after such a long time felt awesome. Like a fresh whiff of air gracing my lungs. Plus that seemed to have stopped the doctor in his tracks. Not for long, just for about 0.001 second to give me a 'you-are-weird' look but at least my curses succeeded in getting a reaction out of the guy other than his fake toothless smiles. I could die proud now.

"STOP!" I heard a loud gruff voice interrupt my execution when I thought I was ready to move on to the next life. There is a God after all.

Everyone in the room whipped their heads around to look at the interrupter. And I could never be happier. My boss had come to my rescue.

"By the decree of King Edward Regalious the III of Reveldron, I command thee to stop." Reuben announced in a clear distinct voice.

At the mention of the King, all including the rabid doctor stepped aside, giving way to Reuben to move forward, onwards to me. When he reached me he sat down by my bedside so that we were at each other's eye level and whispered, "You held up well, even better if I might add." I smiled weakly at him and whispered back a 'thank you.'

"How are you feeling My Lady? I apologize I couldn't come to your aid sooner." Reuben exclaimed in false concern. "I'm better now that Sir Reuben is here for me," I was not too far behind to partake in my boss's sham.

"You." Reuben glared at the doctor in all grimness, "What do you think you were doing? Can't you see the Lady doesn't like it? How dare you harm the first Lady of the house of Ronales!" His voice was all somber now, not a hint of compassion rendered.

"N-No My lord! How dare I, I was just treating the lady who seemed so distressed. I meant no harm, I swear." The doctor shrivelled into a scared poodle of goo under Reuben's icy glare and I never felt more contented.

"Everyone! Leave us be. The Lady needs her rest." Reuben proclaimed and the next moment we were left alone with only the two of us in the room to fuss about.

"So..." I tried to strike up a conversation to make things less discomfited, "What are we gonna do next?"

Reuben just gave me a vacant stare and after a moment's awkward silence finally said, "Just play along."

That’s it. No heads-up, no tip-offs. Nothing.

Did he think I was some psychic to just telepathically get what he meant?

It seems like he did. Because the very next instant a woman with a pretty wild persona barged into the room with a theatrical BAM! and I was left agape, not knowing what I was supposed to do from here on out.

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