The peculiar situation that Edge found himself in was extraordinary and horrifying at the same time. He couldn't even understand if it was bad luck. After the pain and darkness faded, light and colours began to emerge as he opened his eyes in drowsiness.
After a few minutes, the world took on a semblance of reality as he regained his sight from the blindness he was experiencing earlier. That was when he knew he was in deep trouble as he found himself doing something utterly bizarre.
The first thing he witnessed was gorgeous silver hair that was cascading and impressively long, beautiful violet eyes, so beautiful he wished he could be gazing at it deeply forever. It was then he realised something. The eyes he was witnessing, they were filled with horror and fear.
Horror?
Fear?
Why?
Then he realized he was touching something soft. It was super soft and squishy. It was surprisingly soothing. He looked down at what he was feeling, then the next shock came. He was grasping something fleshy, supple, profound. It was.....boobs.
The dizziness snapped off like he was doused in cold water. He finally had regained himself as what he was witnessing now flowed in his mind. The eyes filled with horror and fear, his hand on a soft breast, silver long hair. Oh, dear him. Was he....assaulting a girl?
It was at this moment that he knew he was on the ground pinning a very beautiful girl, his knee between her legs, pinning her on the cold floor, his other hand gripping her hair. He gazed at her scared, crying face.
"What the...?"
He tried to speak but his voice came out incoherent. It was raspy like a dry, disgusting whisper. But he knew he was doing something bad.
The girl was now crying profusely, her volume increasing audibly by the second and he did nothing to stop it. He was still in shock.
"Get off me!!!!" The girl abruptly screamed. "Please get off me, you black animal!!!"
Edge tried to move. 'Move, dammit!' He screamed in his mind. 'Move away from her! Stop scaring her!'
He tried to move and then he did like a creaking machine, sliding off her and collapsing on the ground. He watched as the girl continued crying, sitting up, and then arranging her ruffled gown as she slid away from him.
"Somebody help me!!!" She screamed. "He's trying to assault me!!"
Edge tried to beg her to stop but his tongue was tied.'Oh, shit! I'm in trouble! I'm doomed! Why am I here? I was at the subway."
"YOU! WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?"
Edge flinched at the voice before turning to the source and then what he saw made him freeze. He saw a young man and woman standing in the doorway. A young man and a woman.
The man had a regal bearing, his blonde hair curly and flowing, his expression a mixture of rage and shock. The woman beside him had silver hair like the woman on the floor, but her eyes were red like a gem. She had a cold, calculating smirk on her face and then instantly it had morphed into a shocked and saddened expression, tears in her eyes.
But the face, it had felt so familiar.
It was like he had seen her before.
He watched as the man ran to the girl on the ground, cradling her head as she sobbed. "Maria, are you okay?" He asked softly.
Maria was sobbing profusely. "He..he tried to assault me!"
'Maria?'
The name hit Edge like a fastball to the head. He was able to recall the name but why? How could he recognise a name like that and why was he doing it here?
He watched as the man stood up silently, Edge tried to beg and plead but before he could say a word, the man spun so quickly that Edge couldn't blink and drove this fist into Edge's jaw with so much force that Edge felt himself slamming into a stony way, his teeth falling out, pain registering as he hit the wall with a sharp thick.
He couldn't control the groan that erupted from his mouth as he lay on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.
"You savage animal!" The man spat in anger. "You should have been exterminated along with your kind! You have no place in this society! You black animal! I thought you were my best friend!"
Edge was about to retort that he was racist when he said that he was still black and then he remembered that he wasn't in the subway anymore. Had he been transported or what?
The other woman ran up to the man. "Calm down, Cedric. Please control yourself. He's not worth your anger!"
"You should be angry to! He's your husband- to be!"
"What is this?"
A deep imposing voice called out sending shivers down into Edge's spine. He couldn't breathe properly. A sense of dreadful wrath was shed over him, it was like death had come for him. He tried to hold down the nausea suffocating him.
"What is happening here?" The deep imposing voice called out again.
A tall imposing figure entered the room. His presence was overwhelming, radiating authority,. The man looked to be in his late forties, his stern eyes glaring like it could pierce steel.
"The Duke." Someone whispered.
Edge knew immediately. The Duke? It fitted this man before him and immediately, yet Edge had this nagging feeling that he could recognise him. Why was that?
The room was silent as the man appeared, and everyone instantly faced him. Edge watched as the Duke's eyes widened, clearly not expecting to witness such a thing.
He surveyed the scene, his expression hardening. "Explain yourselves?" He asked in a dangerous tone.
The Prince, Edges best friend spoke first. But how did he know he was the Prince or even his best friend? How?
The Prince's voice trembled silently. "Duke...Darren was about to sexually assault Maria."
Edge was in shock. 'Darren? That's not my name?' He had really transmigrated. He was in deep trouble.
"I....I" Edge tried to speak, but the fear clamped his throat tight.
The Duke's gaze shifted to Isabella who was looking back at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Darius, how could you do this to me, your own fiancée?" She spoke to Edge, her hand on her chest.
Edge knew something was wrong here. Her voice didn't make sense. She didn't look heartbroken at all. something terrible was going on here and he was in the centre of it.
The Duke's eyes narrowed at him with so much fierceness, that Edge couldn't control his stomach as he vomited all, over the bare ground.
".....disgusting."
"What a disgrace...."
"As expected of the last black bastard!"
"He should have died along with the rest!"
Edge could hear a lot of people talking. They weren't even trying to contain their voices, contain their hate they were directing towards him.
"Guards," the Duke commanded, his tone cold.. "Take this black animal away from my sight."
Suddenly, guards emerged and grabbed Edge roughly dragging him out of the room, the latter to stunned to say anything. He looked one last time at Maria, the girl he was supposed to have assaulted, and what he saw made his blood run cold.
She was smirking.
A small, satisfied smirk.
She didn't look like someone shocked to be almost assaulted. It was like she wanted it to happen or she had planned it. As they dragged him away, one guard used the butt of his sword and slammed it into the back of his head.
Pain exploded at the back of his skull and then everything went dark.