The Nerdy Prince and His Nemesis.

Chapter One - Part Two.

Chapter One - Part Two.



A low groan echoed around the pitch-black cell, as the body slumped in the corner stirred from her drug induced slumber. Her brain was fuzzy as she lay in a puddle of her own excrement. As the girl stirred, she blinked open her eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever she was aware of her surroundings. Questions began to flood her mind, agitating her.

Who was she?

Why was she here?

What had happened to her?

Every bone in her body ached, as she began to violently shake. Her head pounding so hard, she felt like her brain was attempting to escape through her eyes and down her nose.

The girl was aware of the darkness, yet somehow, and she had no clue how, or why, she could see in the pitch black. The room she was in was no more than a 6 feet by 6 feet square. As she took a deep breath in an attempt to stop the shakes, the stench in the room, made her stomach churn, causing her insides to convulse as she vomited where she lay. There was no bed in her prison, just the cold, hard, stone floor. After emptying the modicum contents of her stomach, a wave of exhaustion washed over her, and try as she might, the girl could not resist the pull of a different darkness, this one was comforting, she welcomed it, as she once more passed out on the floor.

The warmth of the roaring fire filled the room. Two little girls around ten or eleven years old sat playing and giggling together in front of the fire. There was ice on the sash windows, and a large tree covered in pretty lights in the corner of the room. Stockings hung along the mantel, various names written on them, but they were not visible in her dream.

“I really like your brother,” Venus the little girls best friend blushed, revealing her deepest secret.

“Ewe, not Reggie?” the girl shuddered, as her friend giggled and shook her head.

“No, silly. Lucas,” Venus admitted blushing as red as her pretty dress.

“He is home tomorrow with Max and Millie for Christmas,” the girl imparted her wisdom to her friend.

“Maybe Santa will put him in your stocking,” the girl laughed, as her friend, Venus, continued to blush.

“Ronnie, mam wants you,” a boy the girls age walked into the room, disturbing their private conversation and sitting down between them, and deliberately nudging her leg with his own, pushing it downwards, a smirk on his face.

“You did that deliberately Reggie!” the girl said, then reacted, and punched the boy in the face, as he yelled out, tattling on her.

The dream was strangely comforting despite the violent ending. She felt akin with the girl in the vision, and strangely even though the girl had punched ‘Reggie’ she knew that they had a huge love for each other, just a strange way of showing it. There was a familiarity that brought the girl comfort, as once again her eyes fluttered open.

“I am Ronnie,” she whispered into the air, her voice hoarse, as she searched the room with her eyes, thankful to see it had been cleaned since she was last awake, and a glass of cool water sat on a tray, filled with half decent food. Her stomach growled, as she reached out for the bread and butter, filled with cheese, and she took a big bite, whilst still searching her brain for any memory that could piece together the puzzle of what had befallen her.

She was Ronnie, but how was she here? Also, who was the girl and boy in her dream? . She felt they were important. Her head begun to hurt once more as she concentrated hard to try and remember something, anything that would explain her current circumstances, but her brain was coming up with nothing, until finally exhaustion found her once more, and she slipped into an unconscious state again, only this time she hoped that she would dream of the little girls and the annoying boy.

A handsome boy of around 12 years old takes hold of Ronnie’s hand, shaking his mop of dark brown hair a look of annoyance in his amber eyes.

“Aunty Siobhan, Reggie hit her first, she just reacted,” he said, making four-year-old Ronnie smile. She liked the boy.

“Ronnie. Come on, I have my laptop. Let me show you something really cool, and teach you how to code a database,” The handsome boy tells her.

The little girl in the dream is almost giddy with excitement, as she walks beside him, pulling up a chair, beside him and his trusty laptop as he shows her how to build a database. He was a great teacher, showing her the basics of coding. She loved it, he was so passionate about his work that she wanted to learn to impress him. He was her saviour.

“Hamish, come on, stop being a nerd, we need to go home, Vicar Ted is almost passed out on the floor,” A older boy, the image of Hamish shouted. Her saviour from punishment sighed and smiled down at her.

“See you next time, Ronnie. Be good for your Mammy and Daddy,” he smiled at her, and the little girls heart skipped a beat.

Ronnie woke up with a start, her body still weak but her mind was clearer, than it had been in what felt like forever.

“Hamish” she whispered.

Her memories all flooding back to her. She was indeed Ronnie Callaghan, the highly intelligent twin sister of Reggie, together known as the Crayon twins. She had taken a year out of her studies to travel the world, before heading to M.I.T in America. Her parents were the betas of The Royal Harvest Moon Pack, and good friends with the royal family. In her bid to find friends on her adventure, she had been dupped, kidnapped, and forced to work for an evil organisation. She remembered that she had reached out to her former saviour, as soon as she had been kidnaped a few years ago. She had left him clues, and he had found her. She knew he would, he would never give up on a puzzle. A strange sense of pride manifested itself. She had left him one hell of a puzzle, knowing only the more difficult ones would hold his interest, driving him crazy until he worked it out. Of course, Prince Hamish had cracked her puzzle, and had sent help, as she knew her childhood saviour would, even if she hadn’t seen him since the day, he stopped her getting a scolding from her mother. Only, his help had come a moment to late. She had been caught, and left to rot, the past 18 months a blur in her mind. But she was back, and Ronnie determined that she would get out of this place, and she would use her super intelligence to reach out to her childhood saviour once again, all she needed was a computer. She had done it before, and she knew that she could do it again.