Two men walk into a room. One walks in wearing a tailored suit, his face weary with worry. Scott Lloyd, 23. President of Westria. The other wears a suit of armor, smiling. He knows. Henry Adin, 27. Dictator of Aspiar. They seem to have met for a meeting.
Scott- Good morning, Henry.
Henry- Hello, Scott.
Scott slams his hands on the table.
S- Where is he?
H-I have no clue what you're talking about, sir.
S- You took Sora somewhere, I know you did.
H- Scott, calm down. Why would I do such a thing?
Scott clutches the dagger in his hand.
H- I wouldn't.
Scott starts to cry.
H- Drop your weapon and I'll let him go.
S- I won't submit to you.
Scott throws the dagger at Henry's heart.
...
H- You are going to regret that.
Henry stumbles across the room to a button on the wall.
S- What is that? Henry, what are you doing?
H- I... will do what I must.
The lever gets flipped.
The wall falls and reveals an aerial view of the city.
H- I wish Elly were here to see this.
Henry turns to Scott, the blood in his smile gleaming in the noon sun.
Thousands of explosives tear the earth from the inside.
S- What have you done?! The citizens! What did they do?
Henry turns back to the carnage of the city and laughs.
H- Just you wait.
Henry's arm glows with pain. He collapses onto the floor.
H- I have 1 more chance to finish the job, Scott. I will.
S- I'll kill you again.
Henry Adin, 1 life remaining.
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General FictionTW// PTSD, Blood, War You have 3 lives. You can die 3 times before it really matters. Consequences ensue.