An Empire for The Fallen

Chapter 2
A Place to call a Temporary Home

Chapter Description: He attempts his escape, but will it have consequences? Whats a King without his pawns? whats a castle that rejects its King? Whats a wound to an Emperor.

Chapter 2: A Place to Call a Temporary Home

Bryan dashed outside through the small courtyard ignoring everything, just wanting to get out of the final gate that would give him the freedom he desired. “Hey! What’s going on, what happened here?!” shouted the guard who had gone to the restroom before.

Bryan ran out past the gate and down the road, there was a forest huge nearby, going through it would be able to both cover him and get him to the town on the other side.

He made his way towards the forest running as fast as he could and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Bryan was so focused on his freedom and the forest that he’d failed to notice that the guard had shot him twice in the upper arm, there was now blood running down his sleeve.

He continued running and jumped through the bushes into the thick forest where he couldn’t be seen only to continue running. He ran through the trees, through the branches, he ran for as long as he could before slowing down and feeling dizzy, perhaps it was from blood loss. He wasn’t going to let the pain stop him, he had no intention of going back to prison.

He continued to limp and stumble through the forest, he wanted to get as far away as he could.

It had been about 30 minutes since he’d been shot, he had to find somewhere to rest and cover his wound before more blood could come out of it.

He continued walking holding his arm occasionally resting and eventually made it to a house in the middle of the forest, it was quite large and one of the windows was open.

It looked like no one was home and if anyone was home Bryan was sure he’d be able to handle them, or even kill them with ease.

This home would have to be his sanctuary until he was able to make a successful escape and meet up with his employer, or even flee the town.

He snuck up to the house and stood next to the window for a moment listening before slowly climbing through it, he was glad it was a first floor window only 3 feet off the ground, and it was huge.

Once inside the house he looked around for a while to make sure there was no one around before shutting the window and going into one of the bedrooms to attempt to dress his wound.

He ripped part of the sleeve from the arm that had been shot and tied it around the wound, it would have to do for now.

He sat on the bed thinking about what he would be doing next, Terry knew the exact location he was supposed to meet his knew employer in the town, Bryan had no idea, nevertheless he had been planning on only working for them a short while before breaking away and abandoning them anyways.

He decided it would be easier to just neglect the new employer for now and focus on keeping himself out of prison, what was the worst they could do if he didn’t arrive besides presume he was dead?

At the moment he had larger things at hand such as managing to get away to a new location and either transfer his former drug empire to him, or create a new one from the ground up.

It was then that he noticed a framed photo of a gorgeous woman sitting on the dresser. He picked it up and analyzed it, she was indeed beautiful with her long black hair and curvaceous figure.

She was curvy in the right places but not at all fat or chubby, in fact she had a slightly athletic build judging from the flat stomach he saw peeking from beneath her shirt in the picture.

She was smiling and looked like an angel.

“I wonder how nice it would feel to rape you” he said to himself rubbing his hand down the side of the pictures’ frame.

“Why don’t you try it” he heard a voice say from the opposite direction of the room

Bryan turned around to see the woman in the picture coming out of her closet dressed in tight fitting black jeans that were tucked into her boots, a black long sleeved belly shirt, and gloves on her fists. Her long black hair covered her face like a mask, shielding her identity and maybe even blocking her own eye-sight.

She cracked her knuckles as she walked towards him, “How dare you break into my home” she snarled lunging at him.

Using his unharmed arm he took a swing at her that she nearly dodged but still got a bit of a blow to her face. Her mouth was bleeding but she lunged at him once again only to be thrown to the ground

Bryan attempted to stomp her but she swung one of her legs and tripped him and then managed to back flip and propel herself back towards him with immense speed and smashed a vase over his head and then grabbing the steel lamp and bashing it over his head 3 times.

“This bitch won’t let up” he thought pulling himself up from the ground.

The room started spinning and he tried his best to try and get away by crawling out of her bedroom only to tumble his way down the stairs. She came running down after him and leaped off of the stairs and straight into his back, he felt something crack or snap as he lifted himself up once again, there was no way he was going to be downed by a woman.

He decided to stop holding back and grabbed her by her hair using his arm with the bullet wound and gave her a good punch straight to the gut which made her vomit.

He didn’t put all of his strength or even half of his strength into the punch, he knew only around 20% of his punch would be able to temporarily paralyze a woman with pain.

He then threw her to the ground and kicked her several times. “Don’t you dare think you can kill me over you bitch” he bellowed as he kicked her a fourth time.

With the fifth kick she caught his leg and tripped him up enough to cause him to slip and knock his head a bronze statue of a bear she had in her living room and give his head a good knock as he fell to the ground in one final thud.

She stood wiping blood from her face and walked over to him slowly “Damn, he could have killed me if it weren’t for this lucky statue of mine” she said petting the bronze bear.

Bryan lay still on the ground in a daze, unable to move. She sat on his chest and leaned over him, her face inches away from his

Her hair tickled his cheeks as it gently washed over his face like a black veil.

Her intense eyes looked as if they were staring straight into him, judging him.

“I’m going to help you, out of pity you idiotic child” she said as she pulled out a syringe full of blue liquid with a needle at the end.

“Now stay still” she whispered in his ear

With the sight of a needle Bryan began trying his best to fidget and move only to realize that the shock to his head from the bronze statue was causing him to slowly go unconscious.

‘What is she going to do to me? Is she going to dope me up and send me back to prison!!? No I’ve got to get up!! I went through so much trouble to get out of that hell hole, I’ve got to get ou—“ he felt himself drift off into sleep and mumbled the words “I can’t go back” before closing his eyes