The Pirate and The King [Seongjoong || ATEEZ]

Outro: The Real.

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"Bastard!"
"Thief!"
"You deserve to die!"
"Murderer!"
"Pirate!"
"Hell is waiting for you!"
"Selfish rat!"
"Rot in hell!"

The thousands of voices shouted at him. The Captain-am I able to still call myself a Captain?- walked with his head low. They had naked him from all his goods to just cover him in a white, long and dirty cloth where he couldn't hide himself or who he truly was. Rotten food was constantly hitting his body, being thrown from every angle, by women and kids, grown men and old grandparents, even knights insulted him. He couldn't block them, he was locked on wooden shackles and was being pushed by a knight from the Castle's entrance to the town hall.
The pirate they once feared and respected was now a complete incompetent with no strength or status. He was being publicly humiliated. He was stolen from his power.

The pirate got time to think. He has goten too much time. He had had time to blame himself for Yunho's loss, for lowering Mingi's dreams, for making Yeosang, San and Wooyoung fight, for stealing Jongho's childhood. He even had time to blame himself for destorying Seonghwa's family. He now felt how a real hostage felt when he had no one, he could feel what Seonghwa felt. There was no one to save him like when they killed everyone on Seonghwa's ship, he was being humiliated like when he made the Prince clean their shit, he was stolen from all humanity he had left-if he had any.

Because what human would steal, kill and torture? What human could be able to laugh thousand if deaths away? He was no human and he had no worth. He was guilty. He was so guilty, for everything, for everyone that once touched his skin.

"And the crowd will sing, «The man who touched the rat rat will become, for the man who kills the rat diamonds and gold, diamonds and gold...»" He murmured to himself with his gaze fixed on the dirt of his bare feet.

He wasn't allowed to look up, to see who it was that threw things at him, to memorize their faces to later, in hopes he scaped, kill them all. But he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to kill or punish, he just wanted to see the looks on those faces to examine them and ask himself if he had ever looked at someone with the same gaze. To see if he was as filled with anger as they were.

His legs were getting tired, his stomach was killing him and his vision became blurry for some seconds. Before he knew it, he was on the floor. He didn't had enough strength to stop his head from hitting the ground and the impact went from his neck to his feet, feeling every tingle throughout his entire nerve system.

"Weren't you a pirate? Don't kiss land you bastard!" A knight shouted at him as he graved him by the hair and pulled him up. He was too weak to answer, too weak to fight back. It amazed him how much two weeks of starving and two glasses of water a day could turn the toughest men into a service dog.

"Look at me when i talk to you, Pirate." He said turning Hongjoong's head into his direction. He was bleeding and has dirt all over his hair. "Ugh, better don't, you're disgusting." The armed man said as he undid the tight grip. The pirate's head just bended down again, unable to even hold his head in that position.

It was true, he was disgusting.

As the shouts that pierced his ears got louder and louder, the dirt and rock floor he was walking on became wood as he stepped to the stage. He knew what was coming: the end.

He glanced up for a second, and there it was. A stone table in the middle of a wooden stage in the middle of town. At the left; the king sitting on a throne with a green cape, a sword and his crown. To the right; the hangman. He wore black from head to toe and you could only see his massive figure, his face was covered. On his hands, a long and robust axe was being sharpened.