[ WP ] There is a secret war between the bees , the wasps and the hornets as to control the monopoly over honey . The bees are loosing .

The dreaded hum of wings rose again as yet another wave of death descended over the hive. Once a proud colony of ten thousand, they ’ d been reduced to less than a hundred and now was the valiant last stand. 
 
 Once, the wasps and hornets had fought each other but not anymore. Something had united them and others besides. Infiltrators, mites that were known only as “ Destructors ” weakened the young before an assault. When they emerged as adults, they were weakened, their wings deformed and vestigial, barely able to support their own weight. No match for the snatching, gnashing jaws that descended upon them now. No defence against the piercing stingers or the venom within. 
 
 Somehow, they ’ d even poisoned the flowers! The workers of the hive collecting the harvest, would either die or lose their way, flying aimlessly until collapsing and dying of exhaustion, miles from their sisters, alone and afraid, despairing as their sacred duty went unfulfilled. 
 
 But some were still strong and only the very strongest now gathered around the queen in her sealed chamber with the last supplies of honey and the last remaining princesses. The queen towered above them all, a titan giving strength to her followers as the enemy chewed through the walls to reach this last bastion of defiance. Her mandibles snapped impatiently, a burning, seething hatred burning through every lens of her eyes and she longed to once again, wade into the foe as she had done many times before, to feel the blood of her enemies pour across her jaws, with each slaughtered monster avenging one of the fallen children, one of the larvae slaughtered in their cells. But she must be patient. 
 
 The hive was lost, slaughtered in their thousands. The precious honey would soon be theirs. She would soon be slain. This was known to her and every single one of her remaining children and every one of them would give everything they had to take as many of the descending horde with them, dragging them screaming down to hell. But with the emergence of the princesses, they had a new task. The princesses had been born into a world under siege, but they had finally become strong enough to fly out and form a new colony on their own. If they could just get the princesses out, bees would endure. This battle was lost, but the war was not. 
 
 A faint cracking sound from the waxy walls above them heralded their coming and the first pointed head broke, it ’ s five eyes coming alive as the manual labour was over and it was time to hunt, to kill, to slaughter! The queen burst across the chamber like a hound loosed after a rabbit, her powerful limbs crawling up the walls with incredible speed as she lost herself to a frenzy of bloodlust in the face of the foe, chittering a battle cry that spoke of hatred and loss, vengeance and pain. Soon the hornet ’ s head fell to the chamber floor and the cries of anguish as the queen ’ s smooth stinger forced its way down the hole, skewering it ’ s cohorts. 
 
 Her bravery gave her daughters their own courage and it was much needed as more and more holes emerged, each one swarming with the hated foe. As each new hole emerged, the foe found itself surrounded, being bitten and forced back, when not outright killed by the defenders. When it looked like they might break through, a worker would give it ’ s life to plunge it ’ s barbed stinger into the enemy, the pair falling to the floor, fighting in a bloody melee as poison and anatomy destroyed the insides of both combatants. 
 
 For a time, it looked like the defence may hold, that they might drive the foe back and survive one more day and give the princesses a clean shot at freedom but their numbers were endless and the hive ’ s numbers dwindled as the workers gave their lives for vengeance and the endurance of their dynasty, praying for an opening that would give their sisters a chance to escape. 
 
 And with a thunderous cracking sound, their prayers were answered. The wall, weakened through the unending burrowing of the foe and supporting the weight of their seemingly immortal warrior queen, snapped free and sunlight beamed into the chamber. The young princesses, looked up at the seething mass of pointed faces, each one hungry for their blood and then down to their mother. The queen was pinned on her back beneath the wax, her latest victim in her jaws, fruitlessly trying to pierce her thick armour with it ’ s stinger in a dying spasm of hatred. The wasp ’ s corpse still twitched as it fell to the floor and the queen screamed at them to go. 
 
 The remaining workers flew up, bursting like living missiles into the swarm before falling back to earth, each one covered into a ball of combatants, swarming her in a mass of jaws and stingers as they fell down to earth. But they had bought time and the princesses burst forth, the sun shimmering over their powerful wings. The queen looked up, watching as the last of her warriors fell down to earth and the last of her dynasty, those brave six princesses flew free into the air. She was dying now and she knew it. Poison coursed through her veins, throbbing with every pump of her hearts. Her vision was blurring and unending agony came as they swarmed over her, biting at her limbs, her wings, anything they could find. But still she fought. Her tail lashed out where it could and she lunged if they came too close to her jaws, silently praying that she could kill just one more, a prayer she repeated every time a strike or her jaws found a victim. Just one more…. 
 
 Meanwhile, the swarm ’ s aerial divisions had erupted after the princesses. The honey was won but there was still some chance for a little more fun. One, weakened by the destructors barely made it out of the hive before she felt a searing pain on her leg, screaming as she was dragged down into the seething mass. Another turned to try and help her sister but soon met the same fate. There could be no more fighting now. 
 
 True to their duty, the others flew on, rising high into the sky as a darkening mass pursued them. The blinding gaze of the sun gave them their chance and they scattered, spiralling off to the four winds, without only sad wishes of luck and bountiful and clean flowers shared between sisters that would never meet again. 
 
 Half the princesses were caught almost immediately as the swarm spread to pursue each one, rising like claw to entrap the young royals, dragging them down to the ground in a screaming ball of panic and terror, bloodlust and hatred. Another made it over the river, diving into the reeds and demonstrating a mastery of aerial manoeuvring as she wove between the stalks with dazzling speed. Soon the hum of wings died away and exhausted, she flopped onto bare ground of a stone, to regain her strength. Less than a minute later, she glanced around, watching as a brown, armoured shape crawled it ’ s way across the stone, it ’ s many legs moving like a wave as it advanced. Every instinct screamed at her to fly away, but she was too tired and her wings buzzed weakly, without the energy to take flight. She crawled away but the thing gained ground, she could not escape. In a desperate effort, she curled up her abdomen and struck out, her stinger shining silver in the sun as it skittered across the things armoured head, venom weakly oozing out across it ’ s shell. The centipede lunged and it ’ s jaws clamped down on it ’ s victim. Unlike the hornets, it was no sadist, delighting in the pain of it ’ s victim and death came quickly. It only needed to eat. 
 
 The last princess flew towards the forest, skimming the tips of the wheat fields on the way, hoping to lose it ’ s pursuers amongst the ears of wheat and dappled shadow, pushing herself to the limits in her terror. A few crashed into the golden stalks, screaming curses as they tumbled to the ground but most the squadron kept their pursuit, chittering cruel taunts as they gained on their terrified prey. 
 
 
 
 ( Had to cut it in half, due to 10,000 charactar limit, continued in my reply to this comment )
