Suited

The Beginning of the End

On this night, the world merely collapsed into utmost chaos. To think, how could a typical assassination cause such mayhem in a place like this? The irrational sent kingdoms to plummet into war, left to detonate and merely crumble upon themselves. But perhaps it was destined, the castles were meant to fall and erode in the disdain of themselves. Maybe they knew this would soon occur, but why would they not be prepared?

The beginnings were found in a young, daring boy blessed with the name of Joseph Herrings. There he stood, upon a rooftop. His head was shaved, with hazel colored stubbly, short hair. His jaw was sharp, his features faintly chiseled nearly perfectly. His dazzling, hazel eyes were merely hypnotic, sharp and quite masculine. His posture was confident and cocky, wearing light armor made of leather. He seemed flawless and invincible, strong minded and alert.

His duty was the end of everything he came to know. His mercenary work was planned for the death of the King and Queen of Hearts. His work, as well as his radical beliefs and revolutionary plans would only result in failure for freedom. His people would soon be chained to war and blood.

Behind him, who he had rallied for his beliefs as well as his job, were the radicals. On this night, he planned to kill the monarchy.

The trees were always blooming and beautiful in the Hearts Kingdom, as it never changed its spring season. Its people seemed ever so creative, focused on art, home, and fuzzy emotions. However, others starved, sucking away the values of Hearts. The poor became hungry, greedy, untrustworthy and especially desperate.

The group moved silently, in the dead of night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. The plan he strategically devised was ever so simple: they were to break into the chambers of King Quincy and Queen Eleanor, assassinate their targets, and leave unsuspected. But Joseph only feared the worst: if he were to fail the assassination, the monarchy would release perhaps an even stricter, harsher rule upon their kingdom. More would starve, more would turn to corruption, and of course, many will die. His pride during his afterlife would be eroded, as he had failed his mission.

The men had stopped running. They were all looking reassuringly and fearfully at each other, as they now stood so close to the palace where the monarchy lived in luxury. Compared to the outskirts of their kingdom, where the radicals came from, the environment was much more elegant, clean and well maintained. The Hearts Kingdom was the most vulnerable, and most foolish among the rest. Their people lived in poverty, due to the carelessness of their king. This review angered Joseph, causing him to clench his fists until they were white and trembling.

"Sir," Joseph's second in command, William mumbled, "It's time to divide."

Joseph then nodded, his eyes fixing upon the very balcony of the king's chambers. "It surely is, Jonathan. Divide ranks, you all know what to do." He ordered, rallying up his controlling ranks and beginning to sprint from rooftop to rooftop. When he glanced back, the separated ranks were only seen faintly on the horizon.

He directed his men through the gates discreetly, by leaping over from the roofs. The radicals were now inside the castle's property, completely vulnerable to attack.

"Ronald," Herrings called, turning to the well built and silent man of his group, "Direct us to the king's chambers. If any of us are to die, do not stop running." His orders were direct and unsweetened, and his men then nodded in agreement before unsheathing their weapons. Ronald had unleashed his battleaxe and was now hobbling towards the castle hallways. The Joseph and the others followed. Ronald used to be apart of the Hearts' army, but left after signs of corruption. He knew how to navigate through the castle.