King of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
The king has sunken into a mental depression which the red headed woman has put him into. she cause him to fall in love with her and then helped with his demise as a monarch. Little does he know that nothing is real.

Submitted: November 28, 2012

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The doors of the hall echoed as they slammed open, the frigid night air of the savage winter seeping inside and tossing anything that wasn’t secured or two heavy to be thrown through the air, almost in slow motion. Several of the torches that lit the hallway winked out as the gust hit, leaves and paper mixed violently forming mini cyclones. Seven men appeared from the night a moment later, black hoods covering their faces and swords at their belts, mist and snow seeping in around them. Their tall boots struck the floor with military precision; they marched with one at the front and three on either side of him in a spear formation. All were huge men of over six feet tall and thick muscle, one black glove resting on the hilt of their swords and the other swinging at their sides. Then a moment later two more guards appeared from the night, dragging a woman with blood red hair and wearing ripped leather cloths. Cuts ravaged her face and exposed neck and shoulders with blood dripping from the right side of her face. Her ripped leather pants scraped the ground with a faint rustle, but they left a haunted path of blood as the guards dragged her along. Ripples of pain ran through her body like sparks of electricity; her head lolled about as if broken and her breath came in short rasping breaths. The howling of the wind pervaded the ominous precession, giving it a dark intent and above it all, the sound of a violin being played drifted in and out in harmonious tune with the wind and boots. The hall they marched down was adorned with velvet paintings and tables with gold jewels, red carpet on the floor and rich blue curtains hung from the massive windows. Finally traversing the long hallway the leader bent forward and shoved opened the doors to the next chamber, his mighty corded back rippling. The six soldiers took up positions lining the room, two covering the doorway with diamond tipped spears and red sashes hanging from the green metal that made up the length of the deadly weapons. The room was torn apart, the walls attesting to the terror they had witnessed with deep scratches that looked like the occupant’s finger nails. In a corner a mirror lay broken with blood staining the shards and a crimson trail leading towards a man huddling against the huge bed on the right hand side of the room. All around him lay an assortment of drugs and drink; from the clear liquid of vodka to the needle and pill of the senseless drug. The man sat on the floor with his head hanging and his black hair obscuring his face, blood staining his cloths and a piece of glass next to his body. His wrists were a gruesome assortment of gashes and cuts, fresh blood still oozing. The captain of the guard knelt next to his patron and gently pulled the man’s head back. Suddenly a woman appeared on the bed behind the king; she was lying on her belly in a red silk dress, her hair the color of blood. The stranger’s lips were just inches from the king’s ear, whispering something to him. Her form seemed to flicker and waver like a digital image. None of the guards seemed to react to her, only the woman with the ripped cloths gasped as she saw herself smile halfway across the room. As the kings head was pulled up he let loose a wild howl, but to the ears of everyone in the room sound seemed like they were in a vacuum. The king grabbed the piece of glass and stabbed the captain; pushing his body away he threw the glass with perfect accuracy towards the next guard. The bodies seemed to fall for a moment in slow motion and then hover, rotating so slowly it was barely perceivable to the human eye, while everything else in the room went on in differing amounts of reality, speeding up and slowing down. The king ripped his captains blue sword from its sheath and ran forward, cleaving at the next guard. Blood sprang from the wound and sped towards a vortex in the center of the room.

The woman on the floor’ eyes were wide with shock at the scene before here. From her perspective the woman that was the fake her was silently laughing at the killing as she sat cross legged on the bed; the king, the man she had made to fall in love with her, was slaughtering his own soldiers, moving back and forth between slow motion and reality. The men he had already brutally murdered were suspended in midair, gruesome portraits of pain prevalent on their faces while every ounce of blood the king shed was being pulled towards a spinning vortex in the center of the room.

Suddenly the king reached the woman on her knees and beheaded both of the men guarding her. Their skulls were slammed back and hung at a ninety-five degree in relation to their bodies. The king dropped to his knees in front of the woman, his black eyes empty. The man ran his fingers through her silky hair and across her freckled face slowly…she started to smile at him; he drove the sword into her chest so hard blood blew from her body in a wild gust that stopped only inches from his own body, and then, everything stopped and the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of two humans. The king’s eyes clouded and became empty pools of blue; after a few seconds a picture crawled into them. The king and the woman with blood red hair sat in the large bed in the center of the room, their lips pressed against each other. The king’s fingers were buried in the woman’s red locks while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Both wore wearing undergarments; suddenly a vulture swooped over the pair frozen in time and landed on a sword suspended in mid air. The animal surveyed the scene with intelligent eyes and then opened his beak to let loose a wild mournful cry that echoed through the room.

 

King Leonidas sat bolt upright in bed, his ears tingling and very dizzy. He could still smell the blood and perfume from his kills and the woman he had just stabbed. Leonidas whipped his face around and turned his body to look at his queen, her blood red hair spilling around the pillow. He ran a hand over her bare shoulder and felt her wake with a start. Her skin was perfectly smooth with freckles dotting the white flesh. Turning to look at him she blinked, long eye lashes rubbing against her skin as her eyes slid shut and then opened in a fraction of a second.  The king reached his hand to push back a lock of her auburn hair, but before he could a dagger appeared from nowhere and she stabbed him. The metallic taste of blood ran through his mouth and overflowed his maw creating a pool on the silken sheets. Everything seemed to descend into slow motion as the king fell. Just then the same black crow flew into the room, alighting on the bed. It studied the two before him with intelligent eyes. The woman ran her fingers down the dead king’s chest slowly and then stabbed him once more for good measure.  She looked up as a bead of sweat ran down her face, smearing her perfect make-up. The room was hot, too hot for this hour of the morning. Suddenly she felt dizzy and the whole room spun making her sway as it did. She fell back a moment later, the dagger falling from her grip and before she could fall to the bed, it dropped behind her. She fell against it with no sound, not even a painful cry. Her blood red hair mixed with her own fluids as it stained the sheets, giving off a disgusting odor.
 


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