Little Prince

Treasure'S POV

"Gosh!!" I felt a loud sound from where I was, I was terrified immediately I got up from the bed and I had the feeling things were not fine out there  

"Mum!" I screamed as I ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My heartbeat kept on increasing as I heard a cry of pain which was getting louder.  

Some hours ago, I cleaned the whole house in preparation for my birthday before going to bed and I was shocked everywhere had been disfigured

I saw traces of blood, it seemed thick, I was feeling weird but I could not explain it. I followed the blood trace and what I saw made cold blood flow through my veins. I knew I was doomed already.  "Father..." I called out as I got to the foot of the stairs my eyes widened in horror, looking at the scene before me.

"Where is she?" I saw a man in a black suit with every of his outfit entirely black screaming at my mum as he stabbed her tight with a silver knife.  

"No!" I yelled and immediately ran forward. But I was met with a thick glass wall as I banged against it.

"What?!" I cried out as I banged against the wall. My eyes turned teary as I watched several men surround my parents. They were bloodied and badly beaten up and I had never seen them in such a weak state.

"Ohh, your pretty little daughter is here." The man in black said as he looked up at me. His eyes were filled with killing intent which made me shudder and I took a few steps back.

"Don't touch her, you swine! You will never get what you want." My father said, through gritted teeth as he spat against the man in black.

Without thinking twice, the man slapped my father's face and blood whipped out, forming a whirlpool.

"Father!" I cried out and at this point, I realized my parents were going to die if I didn't do anything.

"Let them go!" I yelled, banging against the glass wall.

"Let them go! Right this instant!" I tried to sound brave but my voice shook, depicting how scared I was.

"Awww, what are you going to do? Kill me?" The man in black asked, in a mocking tone as he stood up to his feet. Stepping on my mother's bleeding thighs, he walked toward me.