Late, late, late, late, late. These words go in one ear and out the other as a dash through the corridors, still trying to put on my royal gown, Late is probably the most said word my father has ever said. Now I'm in for another lecture, right? Well, no? Instead, he takes me to the throne room.
"Late, again." My father booms at me, not even saying hello, or asking me if I'm alright.
"I'm sorry, father, it won't happen again." I reply sheepishly
"It won't." He says dully
There is a long pause, you could hear a pin drop.
"Do you know why you can't see your brother?" He asks me
"No, no I don't... Sir." I reply, trying to sound respectful.
"It's because of you, you're not professional at all, running late, messing around with these weird antics, you're supposed to be heir to this throne, start acting like it." He says coldly
"I'm sorry, I'll try, I just want to see James." I say
"Right, of course you do. Well son, be careful what you do, because you might not see him again if you keep acting like this."
I just stood there, in shock... he wouldn't kill James... right?
"Nevertheless, that isn't why I called you here." He replies
He points out of the large glass window towards Tom's flat complex.
"Look upon that towering flat block, Luca!" My father utters
I already feel off, have they done something wrong? I know Tom is there, did he see us communicating?
"Yea, it's pretty tall" I reply, my father looks down on me, sort of disappointed.
"No, Luca" He responds, "It is a tower of traitors".
I begin sweating a bit, "What? In what way?" I question.
"You see, we've had reports of people bad-mouthing our great land, from CCTV to secret spies, it also is apparent that we may be being attacked from there." The king says.
"What? How?" I respond
"Well, I've noticed a pattern of flashing lights, alongside an increased amount of reports of badmouthing the ideas, and I suspect that something malicious is being planned, they are coordinating an attack on us!" He booms.
I begin sweating even more, he must have seen us! Hopefully he will brush it off, I don't want him knowing I was talking with Tom!
"Well, you know how we deal with traitors, Luca?" he asks me
"We... Educate them on their mistakes?" I reply
"No, we do this" My father says, grinning.
He reaches out for a crimson red button, glowing as if it resembled all the hopes and dreams of all the people and their lives and with no hesitation, presses it down.
That's when I watch the entire flat complex burst into orange flames, and collapse to the ground, finishing with a loud sigh of pain as if the building was screaming for help.
I sort of just stood there, frozen, not able to process the unimaginable scene I just witnessed. Tom... he's gone, not just him, thousands of people, families, innocent people, all gone, because of the man sitting next to me, the murderer. I felt the straw snap, I felt everything that was building up break down, years and years of pressure and violence, and I just exploded.
"Why- Why did you do that!" I yelled at him. He looked at me, a little shocked, a little angry, "Are you questioning me Luca?" he replies sternly. "Yes! There were hundreds of innocent people in that complex, my best friend, families, couples, and you just... Blow them all up! Because you see a light which makes you so concerned that you feel the need to level it! Not even trying to search for it, it all just comes tumbling down!" I beckon back.
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Purple Roses
ActionStep inside a world where two sides are separated, one being a lot happier than the other. Look through the eyes of multiple different people from different backgrounds, a family forged not by blood but by love. It isn't all pretty though, sometime...
