I yawned and took in the fresh air.
It was an early morning in Montana as I stood on my porch staring into the open area. I had been living here for about 6 months and to this day I never really get tired of it. The scenery was one of the main reasons I chose Montana. The snow, mountains, and trees took up the majority of it, yet the siren look made me feel comfortable with my choice.
Sticking my hands into my pocket I breathed out making a small visible cloud form in my face. It slowly disappeared into nothing.
Typically I would never come out when it was this cold but lately there had been several blizzards, the weather man assured me that there would not be another for several days from now, so I thought today and tomorrow would be best time to get as much done as possible before the next one cames.
I turned around to take in the damage the last blizzard had done.
My home wasn’t really a house at all just a small shack that I had found about a year ago. It seemed deserted enough when I stumbled across it and the owners (if there ever was any) never returned so I took it as a sign that it was up for grabs. I had just started in the process of adding more to it about a month or two ago but lately hadn’t had enough time to do so because of the blizzards.
Making my way down the steps I carefully made sure not to slip and break something, the closes other person was a good 10 miles away so getting hurt was my biggest fear when I moved out in the Montana forest. Seemed like a good idea when I at the time now I scolded myself for my stupidity.
Just as I got to the bottom I noticed a Black car pulling into my drive way. I feeling of terror rolled over me. It wasn’t just any car it was a Maserati Gran Turismo only THEY used that car. I stood still almost frozen like ready to take off in the opposite direction if need be.
How did they find me? I didn’t leave any trails I thought to myself? Different things racing through my head but the main one was It couldn’t be.
But something was wrong well not wrong just off. There was only one Masterati. If THEY were after me wouldn’t they send more royal guard to take me on? Unless they were underestimating me! I gave a low growl and braced myself for the onslaught but to my shock and dismay it carefully made its way right in front to me, parking horizontally to where I could see my reflection in the mirror of the driver seat but the tint mirrors blocked my view from who was inside. I waited for a gang of guards to start pouring out to rush me and finish me for good, but once again I was shocked to find that that did not happen at all. What did happen was even worst.
A man in a secret service cloths stepped out of the driver side of the door. He was an average size man that stood at about 6’3. He had dark black wavy hair and had a stern expression on his face.
He was extremely handsome (light skinned) but had one thing that stood out over his handsomeness. A long nasty scar running down the side of his right eye. There was no doubt in my mind he had gotten that from a battle. Under all that human appears laid a monster. I shuddered either from the cold or from the scar I can’t remember from which one maybe both. The typical royal guard. Producing this much fear from me just from their appearance.
I waited for more to come out the same way he did but it seemed he was the only one. One Royal guard was just as dangerous as a squad.
He looked down at me. It startled me and I jumped back, the more distance the better.
My body tightened up and I held my breath. I took my fighting pose ready for his attack.
Again I was shocked to find that he didn’t attack, but simply turned and made his way to the back seat doors of the car and stood there then opened it.