The sun was bright out and the chirping of the birds were heard. It seemed like a start of a great day.

Charles woke up. He was feeling groggy after a comfortable sleep on the soft bed. Sitting up, the sun’s rays hit him through the glass window with redwood frames. What a wonderful day this was going to be. Wait… when did we ever have a soft bed and glass windows?

Charles replaced his previous carefree manner with a grave and solemn one. He surveyed the area. It was a spacious room painted white with a lone window behind the bed. It was bereft of furniture aside from the bed he was on. There was a brown door on the opposite wall. Captured...

Charles thought of all the possibilities of escape. He could not exit through the window as it was not openable and if he did try to escape from it, he would have to break the glass which would attract a lot of attention. Going through the door seemed like the only other option but he was sure that there were guards stationed outside. He could kill them but there was nothing that could be used as a weapon and stationed guards were usually paired.

The boy bit his lips and started to weigh his options. Both seemed fruitless and it seemed like he was going to get caught either way. Unless… The eyes of Charles seemed to glitter as he thought of an idea. They were going to check up on him and that’s when he was going to strike.

Hurriedly, he started preparing. He got some pillows from the bed and clumped them up together. Charles removed the blankets and placed the pillows on the bed. Afterwards, he laid the blankets on the pillows. Not good enough, he thought. He started making some adjustments which required some shifting, some redoing, and multiple trivial things which Charles thought was important.

Taking a step back, Charles looked at his work. It was a bed with what seemed like a boy covered in a blanket sleeping on it. Sighing in relief, he praised himself on managing to do this. This may just work…

He carefully crawled under the bed and started to wait patiently. He was currently in the darkest corner of the underside of the bed and he doubted that anyone would look under the bed as it seemed like the most stupid place to hide.

One, two, three, four, five. Five minutes passed and no one still came.

One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten minutes and the room was still silent.

Zero, five, ten, fifteen. Fifteen minutes and the boy under the bed was itching to get out.

When are they going to come?! He hissed in his mind. Though he had prepared himself for this, he was becoming impatient. Charles started debating on whether or not to just make a run for it but he stopped his train of thought when finally, he heard the doors open.

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Click. The door was closed. Footsteps reverberated through the room and Charles calmed his breathing. “Still asleep,” a female voice said. “Heavy sleeper.”

The figure under the bed quietly crawled towards the source of the voice. He once again heard footsteps. She’s going out. He sped up, reaching the end of the bed quickly. While Charles was getting up, the woman heard the sound of rustling clothes. She turned around. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything was just the same. Confirming that everything was alright, the woman turned around and found herself gagged. Due to the surprise, she slipped and was about to fall until small hands pulled her up while securing her hands behind her back. She took a peek at her saviour who was coincidentally the one who brought this upon her. It was a raven-haired little boy. His black eyes glanced coldly at her and his lips neared her ears.

“Don’t make any sudden movements or noises,” he warned solemnly. “Otherwise you’ll end up with a twisted neck.”

The woman, in fear, slowly nodded.

“How many guards are posted outside? Don’t lie, I can sense lies,” he said. “Nod once if there’s only one guard, twice if there’s two, thrice if there’s three, and so on and so forth.”

Nod.

“M’kay, thanks.” Charles made her pass out. Gently laying the woman on the floor, he started to make his way towards the door. Charles’s heart was beating fast. He had to make this quick yet silent. The door knob’s brass material was cold to touch. Twisting it, he walked out. One guard just like she said. Just as he was informed, there was one guard posted on the side of the door. It was a lucky thing that the guard did not mind the door noise as he was expecting the woman to come out, allowing Charles the precious chance to knock him out.

Dragging the body of an adult man wearing armour quietly was a difficult task. Though it would have been easier to leave the unconscious guard on the door, Charles did not want to take any chances. *Huff* *Huff* *Huff* This guy’s really heavy! Take a diet will ya?! Dropping the guard every so carefully on the floor of his room, Charles was able to spot no other person except for the guard and himself in the room.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Oh crap…

And so, a leg deeply embedded a mark on the face of the boy named Charles, knocking him out.