Ivor Scivien Short Story

"Ivor Scivien." Lord Kadashan watched the man struggle, a smile playing on his lips. "You've caused us so much trouble."

Blindfolded and bound in a straightjacket, there was no way our prisoner could escape. Armed guards were stationed both inside and outside the bright room.

"I will escape, Kadashan. I will break free of these useless chains, and I will make you understand the true meaning of fear." The prisoner struggled harder, seething with anger. "No prison can hold me. No man will enslave me."

"Says the man in a straightjacket," Kadashan muttered to me. "As if he's going to make it out of this prison alive."

I continued to study the screen. There was something off about it all; something I couldn't quite identify. Ivor Scivien emitted

He was blindfolded. How did he know I was here? "What is this game you play, Scivien?" I questioned.

The evil genius laughed. "Dagger or sword?" He asked again. "Choose one, or another."

I eyed the dagger strapped to my leg. His question was bait, luring me into a pit. I should not have answered the first time.

Kadashan spoke into the microphone. "Answer the question of Justice. What is this game you play?"

Ivor Scivien pondered for a moment. "It is a game, yes. A game—" a dark smile spread across his face. "Of time."

The feeling of unease thickened inside me. What was he talking about? Nothing that the man said or did was good. His mind-games drove people into confusion and turmoil, horror and fear.

"Choose, before it is too late," Ivor sang, swaying slightly in his chair. "Choose, or you will never hear another word from me."

Kadashan slammed a fist onto the table. "What are you doing, Ivor? Answer me!" He roared.

Ivor remained silent, ever smiling. Blindfolded, facing into the camera.

"Ivor, why have you rebelled against the government?" I asked. Silence. I tried again. "Why do you hate the royal family?" No reply.

Kadashan gave up. "He's not going to answer us anytime soon," he hissed, leaning forward. "We must answer

I sighed and shook my head.

"Doesn't matter. We have two more questions. Better make them count," I muttered. Sighing, I cleared my throat and spoke into the microphone. "What is your agenda against the royal family?"

Ivor tilted his head to the side. "You would love to know that, wouldn't you? At the end of the day, that is all you care about. The royal family. Not the poor, innocent people of the land."

My fist tightened. "Answer the question, Ivor." Where was he going with this?

"Very well, princess," Ivor smirked. "I will answer your question. My agenda against the royal family is simple. I seek their total annihilation. I seek the destruction of the royal houses and its members."

A collective gasp rose from the room. Not because of the casual way he spoke about his plan. Neither was it because if the treacherous words spoken against the royal families.

Ivor Scivien had seem to forgotten that, he too, was a member of the royal families he spoke against with hatred.

"Last question, Your Highness?" Ivor sneered. "Still in shock that someone will despice your dear, sweet family?"

Kadashan decided he had heard enough. "Who have you been working with?" He