The King [GXG] [BXB] [GXB]

Chapter 3 | "The Mind Of an Addict is like God"

warning: gxb smut this chapter, not necessarily important plot, but a somewhat important personality trait is shown. 2 bxb scenes as well, no important plot until after.

Dennis hypes himself up, taking deep breaths, preparing for what he's about to do. He looks up at the shiny new solid gold sign above the President's office doors.

President Victoria King

"They sure changed that fast," he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He finally gets the nerve to knock on the door.

"Who is it," he hears the President's voice from the other side of the door, not asking who's there, but demanding an answer.

"Wagner," he says, taking a deep breath.

"Come in," she allows her Vice President in. He opens the doors, entering the massive office. It might as well have been a library too. "Well? What do you want?" she asks impatiently, eager to finish her mountain of paperwork. Dennis takes one final deep breath as he reaches behind his back and pulls out the revolver that was stuffed in the back of his pants, pointing it straight at the President. "Oooh, an act of treason! I've been waiting for this one," she says excitedly, reaching under her desk and pulling out the glock that was taped underneath it. "So, you wanna be President, huh? If I were you, I'd find a more subtle way to get rid of me," she laughs.

"Oh God no. I'd never wanna be President. All they do is die, one by one," he shudders, repulsed even by the idea of being President.

"Then what exactly are you doing? Trying to speed up the process? I must admit, I'm a little confused," Victoria questions her Vice's motives, a thoughtful look on her face.

"You killed Camila," he accuses bluntly.

"Oh, putting on the big boy shoes, I see. Well, you should make sure you fit in them before you buy them," she giggles. "You talk a big game, but can you prove it?" she inquires, looking cockier than ever.

"I saw Camila that day, the day she replaced me. She was happy," he claims, looking maybe even cockier than Victoria.

"The mind of an addict is like God. As in it works in mysterious ways," she retorts.

"She went to your house that night. You convinced her to replace me with sex. She filed the paperwork and died afterward, as if someone needed her to file it first before killing her," he offers as evidence.

"Circumstantial at best, the sex thing is hearsay, and you can't prove she came to my house. I live alone," she says, giving her best 'I won' smile.

"You can't live by yourself, what about your staff?"

"Don't be ridiculous. They all have their own homes off the estate, and I send them all home after six," she explains. "Listen, even if I had killed her, which I didn't, you can't prove anything," she chuckles. "Oh, and another nail in the coffin, while she was injecting poison into her own veins, I was busy chatting it up with Senator Anderson at Hooters, of all places. That guy is kind of a perv," she chuckles. "We were discussing the idea of adding public schools to Felville, which, might I add, I vehemently oppose, but I digress," she gives him a friendly smile but never puts down her gun. It gives her an eerie, almost creepy look.

"Well, how did you- how did you convince her to make you Vice?"

"That's simple. I didn't. I was Vice at my last school, and she figured you'd had enough of being Vice, considering you've been at this school for nine years, God bless you, so she replaced you with me," she offers an explanation. "Actually, I never even got to meet her in person," she says, putting her gun down.