Deadly Illusions

The End.

"Find him."

The King brushed his index finger against the queen's blond strands, that covered her Rosie cheeks. Her heart had given out only a few moments ago, maybe due to blood loss or from fright. Her blood poisoned the white marble floor, almost reaching the leg of her throne; mocking the king of his loss. Her guts scattered in the floor in a form of sick art.

The king did not care, his white buttoned Shirt emerging into the same colour as her once dark lips. Blood stained his hands, as he tried to gather his wife's pieces and put them back into place. Hands shaking, trying to fix something that was too broken.

"Find him!"

The king shouted, making it echo through the court room. The two guards looked at each other neither of them spoke one word, but the pair took the long sharp silver blade out of their brown belts and marched through the wooden doors. Their red robes trailed along after them as the doors slammed shut.

The king had his back turned from the guards who had strolled out, which gave him chance to be alone. Too shocked to cry, too upset to move. He let the tears slip down onto his wife's neck and watched as it dribbled down to her ocean blue nightgown.
It was quite a while before he finally composed himself. The king sucked in a deep breathe, placing on a new mask of emotion; The compassion he showed for his lover turned to dark green and was full of envy. His eyebrows, crossing over into a stern glare as his eyes trailed along the painting of his perfect family. Him, who had his nice black suit on and his armed hooked around his queen. She, who had the most widest, yet beautiful smile. Her red silk dress covering her pale skin. And her eyes looked so peaceful, so sweet. And the creature...

He let her body go flatly onto the floor, his eyes locking onto the boy's innocent dark blue eyes

The king reached inside his dark trouser pocket and slipped out a beautiful golden dagger. He let his arm go back and in a fast motion let go of the dagger. His aim was on spot, hitting and making a rip of the boys painted face. He didn't bother to retrieve it, he just turned on his heel and walked over to the wooden door. His Crimson hands placed flatly onto to it, as the heavy door open.

His body stopped outside the room, seeing one of the soldiers keeping guard. He scoffed, leaning into the soldiers left ear, "bring all your men to the war room. A battle is about to start"

The soldier who hadn't moved one tiny bit, nodded his head.

The king then carried on walking down the narrowed corridor, although he called back almost without any emotion or hesitation "Get rid of the body."

Once everyone arrived at the war room, which was just a brown and murky hall, the king looked upon his men. each of them dressed in a blue shirt with navy cambat trouses and big heavy black boots that shone so bright.

"At ease!"

The floor made aloud thud as each soldier, in synced, separated their legs and placed their hands swiftly behind their back. They all kept there eyes interlocked with the top window that was in front of them, not daring to even twitch.

The king had commanded the order. The clothes he once wore, we're now changed into clean ones. His stained shirt replaced with a black one and black trousers were replaced with a new clean pair. However, no matter how much he tried, his hands would not turn back to the colour white.

Beside him, an old man wearing a white over coat, with dorky glasses and a Lang-yard, that had a card attached on it and said 'doctor gumball. head of resources.' His arms were crossed, creasing his coat. A smile formed onto his face, causing more wrinkles to form along it.

At the side of him stood two toy soldiers of the Kings. They were stood at attention, which was feet closed together and head up. Their hands were preoccupied with holding a Metal box, or it would be at the side, with hands clenched.

"Men, we are at war. Tonight you won't be preparing for battle. You will be straight out there; killing or capturing anything that is magic. Division sol, fourth four and blue is already on position. Now listen up"

Doctor Gumbol cleared his throat as he took a step forward, on doing this the first box opened and it was of laptop

"magic or mythical creature" his hands gestured into a quotation mark on saying 'creature'.

" leave off a radiation of dust. Each division will be scoping the area and taking no survivors"
He rubbed his hands together, his back starting to bend a little as he did "Division leaders, on arriving back at camp you will be sent an email of the location."

The next box opened as the scientist took a few breaths of air. At the top of the case, laid hundred of glasses and at the bottom laid hundreds of metal bands.

"Everyone of you will be receiving a metal band, which I conducted myself." He pulled his tie up in proud manner

"This will hold a magnetic field, from the bottom of Jupiters core. This will stop the magic circulating around the personal bubble we all have. The magic will be un-effective. As I explained before the glasses will be there for radiation of magic that lies around them... Now I think that is all"

The king groaned as he stepped in front of the scientist stopping him from dissmissing the soldiers, "anyone disagree?" He hummed

A couple soldiers hesitated and some even moved their eyes, which didn't go unnoticed in front of the king "soldiers; three, four, five, twenty two, fifty, four point four, eight and hundred and two, take a step forward and stand in front of me facing your peers or even friends"

As the soldiers followed orders, they dismissed them self and fell back in next to the king. They shook a little, making the king giggle, who proceeded to pull out the sharp blade from soldier's fours belt. He pointed the blade at three "kneel"

The young soldier did as he was told, gulping in the process. Sweat drip down from his raven hair, making his navy beret wet and the droplets of sweat landing on the tip of his nose

"Hesitation will get you killed"

The king held the knife strongly in his arms and brought it down on the young mans neck. Soldiers three head rolled off onto the floor as blood squirted onto everyone infront. Their bodies stayed like statues, their eyes averting from the horrific event.

Soldier four breathed heavily, as she knew what was her fate.

"Kneel"

Her eyes closed as she whispered "no"

"Kneel"

She shook her head, as she bit down on her ruby lips, her hazel eyes still covered under her dark eyelids. Bits of urban hair that was to short to put up, stuck to her neck.

"Have it your way"

He clicked his finger twice, making Two soldiers stand themselves at attention and turn left. They Marched over to four and hooked her arm around theirs.

Four's eyes started to water as she knew the torture what was to come. She let them drag her way to cell block B. The door slamming shut, hollowing that she was now gone.

The rest bowed their heads as the King took small steps, making it terrorise their ears.

As this was all going on; deep in the dark forest of palace's woods, a young boy, about 12 ran for his life. His black horse fringe bounced as he took every step. Twelve o'clock at the night and the noise was too unbearable. The boys blue eyes dulled in the light of the moon on looking back at his home, his family, his mom...

Tears where beginning to well up once more on thinking of his mom. He tried to wipe them with his small tender fingers, but it was like a river. His feet finally gave in and tumbled under his dark green coat. Landing face first he stayed there, itching at the mark on his left wrist, that his father had left him not only a couple of days go.

"Shh," a man who hid under the hood of his own dark green coat, held onto his shoulder.
"Jack, you're safe."

He placed two finger tips at the top of the boys forehead. On feeling the poor boy tense and slam his eyes shut, he whispered "peels yob"

The boys body relaxed and not in a heartbeat, their shadows were all to remain as the two
disappeared into the air.