We've stumbled right into a trap, a dismal, abandoned, ancient boiler room. Hardly any lighting, just pipes and pressure gauges. The most light coming from a fire escape, the cracks in the door letting the light of the city seap in.
My eyes lock onto the King of the Shadownites. Tall, intimidating, his eyes so cold and his hair so sharp.
"Gabriel, how nice of you to join us!" Crystal exclaims.
"It's Your Majesty, thank you." The King replies with annoyance.
"Oh well, who likes formalities anyway?" Crystal laughs.
"I do." The king coldly exclaims. "So, is this everyone?"
"Yes, we've rounded them all up, sort of a pathetic plan from the start, if you ask me." Crystal states.
Swiftly, I spy the king slowly observing all of us, his dark eyes with little to no sparkle as he stares.
"What about that annoying blonde haired sunsider who kept getting away? Where is he?" The king says, turning to Crystal.
Mum instantly hangs her head with her eyes once again scrunched up, facing the ground.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about him, he was dealt with." Crystal tells him, gesturing menacingly to the missing knife in the holster.
"I thought we were keeping them alive." The king says in annoyance. "He was a useful asset of information, and now he's useless."
"Oh well, I wasn't going to have him try and wiggle his way out of our reach again, so I decided one way to stop him was shoving a knife in his chest, and it worked, didn't it?" Crystal argues.
"Still. Handcuffs work too, General." The king angrily replies.
"Besides, I enjoyed watching the life drain out of him... trying to outsmart me- not happening." Crystal coldly exclaims.
"You're sick-" I try to say before she instantly yells back.
"Have I asked you to talk?" She screams, before instantly returning to an eerily calm voice, turning to the king. "We couldn't risk him escaping again."
"Fine, let's just move on." The King sighs. "What are we doing about these?"
I see the King glare over at us three.
"I say we start with.... Hmmm." Crystal ponders. "How about your little traitor: James?"
As she says this, she hardly presses a handgun against James' chest, before she can say anything, mum intervenes.
"Don't you dare, don't you even dare." Mum growls.
As she says this, Crystal moves the gun away from James, who had his eyes sealed shut out of fear, and instead begins slowly walking towards Mum.
"On second thoughts, how about we start with you?" Crystal laughs, gazing directly at Mum. "I liked you Jane, why have you been such a nuisance today, I thought we had something in common, I thought we were friends?"
"You- you murdered my son in front of me, you son of a-" Mum screams.
"I've figured something out about you, Jane." Crystal hardly interrupts. "You're all bark, no bite. You always try to be the bigger person and step in and save the day, but you don 't, you're too weak for that, aren't you?"
I see mum give no reply, but coldly state up in anger.
"Old Jane Jacobs, works a nine to five, single mother, never truly there for her children, always more concerned about the next day, always selfishly grieving her dead husband instead of focusing on the people in her life who were actually alive." Crystal coldly rips her apart. "No wonder Oscar kept sneaking out, he practically had no mother, did he?"
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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...
