Tainted!

She intends to break me.

Dominick stared at Iyana. He had bite down whatever response he had as another sharp pain shot up from his arm.  He couldn't move due to the pain his arm brought and the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his attacker.

"Iyana, don't." He watched her raise the stood only to rise the sword over her head. Her rage evident in her face.

As she brought the sword down, his lips moved, on their own, to mouth Iyana's name. He saw the anger disappear from Iyana's eyes almost instantly.

Iyana managed to turn the sword in some last minute attempt to lessen the blow. All to no avail. The sword made contact with enough force to break a few ribs just as if she had it on the cutting edge. However, the prince fail to realize that she had missed his rub cage.

He groan in pain as his eyes went wide for the few seconds. Dropping to the ground, he balled up slightly, to numb the pain from his new injury. Despite his pain, he heard Iyana apology.

Glancing over towards Dominic, she crawled over towards him, kneeling right beside his head. She whispered his name as she looked at his left arm.

Iyana sank to her knees and stared in disbelief at his balled up form. No.. I promised myself this wouldn't happen again...

I would never get out of control. You killed someone last time, Iyana! Why did you do it again? You felt it coming after you left Dominick's the first time...

Why didn't you stop yourself?!

Catching his breathe, he started laughing. Through his laughter he said: "You must really hate me, Princess."

She sat in silence for a few more moments before hearing a small laugh. She looked at him questioningly as his laughter became more and more evident. It was a bit contagious as well. Iyana started laughing too, covering her mouth. "Yea...I kinda hate you," she said, smiling softly. She slowly rolled him onto his back so she could look at his arm wound better.

Terror filling up inside her as she had flashbacks to a young boy, dead on the ground after a sparring match. He had been a lot like Dominic. The boy was cocky, and it got to her. She let her inner darkness take over then, and she killed.

She said, her smile slowly fading and taking on a questioning appearance, "Did you do anything?"

The image of the battle final attacks came to mind. "I didn't do anything. I remember calling your name right before you whack me with the sword. " He flashed her another smile. "Your eyes were fill of rage. I didn't expect you to actually have that much anger toward me. It can't be helped I guess. Other than that, you are your father's daughter." He looked back up at the ceiling. Her anger face flashing in front of his eyes.

"Just consider yourself lucky I snapped out of it when I did. I don't even know why... all the evil just... vanished..."

He smiled at her answer as he was rolled onto his back.The pain in his arm was numbing itself. He winced a little as the pain at his side throbbed like needles were poking him. He stared up at Iyana. I didn't expect her to do this much damage. What happened to her?

She placing her hands in her lap, "It's never just stopped like this..."

He wondered if he was truly the cause of such rage. The thought brought a sick feeling to his insides. "Actually I don't think you hit me hard enough. We have to do this again," he muttered as he tried to sit up. The statement coming off as cocky. Receiving another stem of pain, he clenched his teeth and laid down. He wasn't use to receiving wounds.

She listened to him speak, catching every word. When he tried to get up she smirked and let him try, knowing he wouldn't be able to.

He sighed and looked at Iyana. "You're have to help me, so my parents don't see. They'll have your head if they find out you hit me." He chuckled again.

"Maybe we can spar again when you're healed. And, we'll just have to sneak to your room after you can stand on your own to see what we can do to hide the wound. I wont let your parents find out as long as you don't rat on me." She said jokingly, chuckling as well.

She froze for a split second and closed her eyes. "Well, since we're stuck here until you're better, let me explain a little bit. The rage was not entirely towards you..." She mumbled.

His frown lessen as he saw the frozen look on face.

Glancing away for a second, she took a deep breath and sighed. "I have this... Disorder. I guess you could call it that. It's sort of like anger issues but on a whole different level." She got off of her knees and sat down cross-legged, looking at the floor as she spoke.

"It starts off as annoyance, which changes to indifference and competitiveness, then when I take a break, it engulfs me, quickly contorting to evil and extreme rage." She stopped, remembering after she had left Dominick's room. "I should have known the warning signs..." She mumbled quickly, then continued. "When the anger reaches it's max, I push it down and lock it away, and that usually cures it. But...every once in a while... someone..." She glanced up at Dominick quickly, "Unlocks that box and I go ballistic. I don't know how I snapped out of it...it may have had something to do with you calling my name....? But never mind that. It usually takes me discovering the consequences of my actions for the hate to leave. Like when I..." She paused and closed her eyes. "Never mind...Can you sit up yet?"

He listened to her explain the rage he saw earlier. As he does, he forced himself into a sitting position. "Yes, I can sit up. Finish the story." Dominick wore a serious look on his face. And for good reasons too. This piece of information was something he didn't know about Iyana.

Iyana sighed with relief as he sat up. "I'm glad you can move again." When he asked her to explain she slouched slightly and closed her eyes, sighing. "Very well..."

Her 'disorder' was something he didn't see until just a few moments ago. It wasn't until she started explaining where memories of her words floated back to him. She had to been told to be on good behavior by her mother. Was this the reason?

In a low voice, almost a whisper, Dominick asked, "What did you do, Iyana?" For the time being, he forgotten about the pain he felt. He couldn't think about himself at the moment, not when he was so close to a different Iyana.

She looked at the ground and began the story, emotionless. "It was about a year before you came to our kingdom. I used to be in sparring competitions, I was the talk of our whole kingdom. All the kids hated fighting me because I always took it too far. Well, in the finals of the competition, I was fighting a boy, one of my childhood friends... we trained together and fought together." She stopped and took a deep breath as her eyes welled up with tears. "Well...it started off as a normal fight and then he started to trash talk... it threw me off guard and he knocked me down, which made me mad. He started laughing at me and I felt... immense rage, like earlier before... and I basically blacked out... but I could see what was going on. I was hitting him, hardly, and I knocked him to the ground." She stopped again, tears started to fall down her face and into her lap. "I... I hit him along the head, unable to control my actions... and I... I... I ki..."

She looked Dominick in the eyes for a second before saying softly, "I killed him..." She stopped and her lip quivered as she stared blankly at the ground. "I killed my best friend... And he didn't do anything to deserve it. I was a monster!

And because I was the princess, no one wanted to restrain me. They let me cry, over the dead body of the boy I used to know..." She looked at her hands and clenched her fists, and paused. "There... I told you... now you know..."

As she told the story, Dominick watched the emotions washed away from her once expressive face. He listened and process every word she spoke. He saw the story unfolded within his mind as she told it. His own expression remaining neutral throughout the tale. The words: I killed him.

Filled the prince's mind as if he had been sentences to death. He was shocked to hear this. Shocked to hear that the princess, a girl he adored, had took the life of another. Her hands strained red.

Once the story was over, Dominick looked away from her to look forward at the wall. He remained quiet for a few minutes. "For the record, you're not a monster. You're too pretty to be one. Thou you do have a good arm." A smirk pass over his lower face. "But not as strong as me."

Iyana blushed slightly when he called her pretty, although she still was a monster. Prettiness doesn't exactly matter in sense of strength, power, and mental capacity. He continued talking and she smiled halfheartedly, rolling her eyes and putting her hands in her lap.

"I almost just killed you and you're still insisting that you're stronger than me?" She laughed, running a hand through her hair. "I hate to say it princ- er, Dominick, but I beg to differ." She said, a smirk growing across her face slowly. Her eyes lit up slightly as she spoke. "Besides..." A devilish look ran across her face for a moment, "You can hardly move so you shouldn't be the one to talk big."

"I'm still convinced that you only got lucky," the prince retorted, laughing a little. His laugh was cut short however when pain emerged from the injury. Wincing, he breathe out sharply. "I'll glad that one thing came out of this mess I created. I got to see that lovely smile of your once more, before this whole mess is over and done with." Dominick slowly moved to stand up. 

Blushing slightly at his comment about her smile, she looked away, mumbling incoherent words into her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at his comment. "Luck? You wish..." 

The pain he ignored as best he could as he moved to his feet. A few groans escaped his lips. Once he was standing, he focused his attention on standing. His eyes closed as he channel his energy to his feet. "I may need to see, Dr. Cape. He'll be happy about that," he voice joking. Feeling that he could managed, he opened his eyes.

"I don't know if a doctor would be such a good idea considering exactly how it happened. I've had a little experience in the medical field. Lets go back to your room and let me take a look at it... see if I could do anything to help." When he was fully standing she smiled slightly and stepped back.

Thinking about her comment on the doctor, he quietly agreed. His parents for one would have a moon if they learned of the nature of his injury. He was not yet ready to answer why he had such a match with Iyana to begin with anyway. Motioning Iyana over to his side, he threw an arm around her neck, to which Iyana eyebrows rose in curiosity. 

"Now, my princess maid, since you got me down, so as punishment for giving me such an injury. You much complete a simple request once this injury is healed. "

***I know. I know. This chapter is a bit off and is not my best. I will rewrite this chapter once I get to the halfway point of Make Me Yours. I hope you all enjoy it nevertheless.***