The Death Rebellion

Chapter 2

"I'd like a word with you son," stated the disguised monster. "There's something rather important that has come to my attention."

Oswald swelled up with fear. A thousand different outcomes of the upcoming conversation flooded into his brain and he found himself unable to think. After a few moments had passed, Oswald managed to get the words, "very well", out of his mouth.

As they walked side by side through the hallways, the tension was unbearable. Francisco Quantis towered over Oswald, and it seemed as if he was walking next to a giant. Although Oswald was fairly tall at 5'11 while being only seventeen, it was incomparable to his father.

He wondered why his mother would've ever wed a man so vile, but Oswald was highly grateful for his genetics. With dark brown hair and purple eyes, alongside light skin from his mom and a buff physique from his father, Oswald was what some would call visual perfection. With anything his body may have lacked, Oswald's mind easily made up for it, and he had never found anyone capable of beating him in an ordinary game of chess. Everyone in the Quantis family had attempted to beat him, yet none prevailed. The only opponent left was Francisco, yet neither had ever asked the other for the pleasure of playing.

"Here we are," his father uttered in a voice that would've sent shivers down anyone's spine. Oswald surveyed his surroundings. They appeared to be in the old briefing room which served only for their top targets.

Realization sunk into Oswald. "Why exactly are we here?" He questioned.

The beast cleared his throat and answered, "Long ago this family used to be something much more, taking down the royal family one at a time. However, once your grandfather assumed control of the business, he ceased the royal operations and all the others, stating that they were becoming too dangerous." Francisco paused for a moment and a vicious leer formed across his face. "That is why I ended the old man, and filled in the empty position he left behind."

Shock was the only feeling coursing through Oswald. No, it can't be! I knew he was a monster but this is too far! Grandfather was an honorable man and my father killed him in cold blood. Ten years ago we were informed he fell terminally ill and passed, but I should've known it was his doing. He merely wanted to make us do his dirty deeds, and Grandfather was the only one left in his way.

Oswald's mind was going haywire and as he was deep in thought the monster uttered, "I want you to kill a member of the royal family."

"Excuse me?" Oswald was baffled with the request.

"You heard me right. I've been waiting for a necessary time to resurrect our royal killings, and there's no better time than now." Francisco pushed a button on the center hub in the darkly lit blue room. A holographic image popped up in the form of a person's torso. "This is Charles Walliston. He's the oldest son in the royal family, and I've begun to notice how his deeds are affecting us. He has much popularity with the world, and quite unfortunately for us, he's hitting the assassin society quite hard. He's already eradicated the Dawsons and the Trethos families, and according to our intel we're next. You better wipe that scum from the face of the Earth before he causes any more issues for us."

Oswald began to panic. He had never been on a mission of this caliber before, and it was coming with the added stress of being the first royal hit in over 100 years. "But what of my current mission?" He asked his father.

"Isaiah will take over for you, he exceeds the requirements for that job. As for you, this is your final chance to prove your true worth to me. Should you fail, don't bother returning, I'll come kill you myself. Don't screw it up."

With that, the briefing was over. Oswald would have to kill another boy his age, and it'd be his first time taking down someone who hadn't fully lived yet. All of his other targets had been older men and women who were already near the end of their lives, but this was someone like him. Alas, there was nothing Oswald could change about the situation. In the end he'd assassinate Charles, and it would deal a massive blow to the Wallistons. With their smartest member dead the royal family would begin to crumble, for the King and Queen were both too old to think clearly anymore and all their other successors were but mere children.