KONG'S BOREDOM

Kong's Boredom (Chapter Two)

Kong stood in his apartment, his armor and weapons spread out on the floor. He was loading magazines, filling his backpack with ammo, grenades, and some rations. "Round two," he muttered to himself, a smirk on his face. "Let's see what they've got this time."

Kong activated the time-travel device, and with a blink, he was back in the Tudor era. He appeared right in the middle of a busy market square in London, his towering figure immediately catching everyone's attention. The screams started right away. People ran, knocking over carts and stalls, shouting about the "giant demon" who had returned.

Without hesitation, Kong raised his rifle and fired a few rounds into the sky. The crowd scattered even more, some dropping to the ground, others trying to hide. The sound of gunfire echoed through the cobblestone streets, unlike anything these people had ever heard. Guards began to assemble, forming a makeshift line to confront the "monster" who had terrified them only days before.

But this time, Queen Mary Tudor had a plan. She had been informed of the "giant man" and his "magic weapon" and decided it was time to try something different. Instead of sending more knights to die or be maimed, she sent word ahead with a herald.

"By order of Queen Mary Tudor, the giant man must be brought before the royal court-alive. The Queen wishes to speak with him."

Kong was in the middle of reloading his gun when he noticed a group of knights approaching, holding their swords cautiously. They weren't charging this time. One of them held a white flag-a sign of truce. This was new. Kong kept his gun pointed at them.

"What's this?" Kong said, his voice distorted through his mask.

A knight stepped forward. "The Queen requests an audience with you. She wishes to parley."

Kong tilted his head. "Parley? You want to talk?"

"Yes, sir... giant," the knight stammered. "We've no wish to fight."

Kong chuckled. He could see the fear in their eyes. "Alright, lead the way. But I swear, if this is some kind of trap, you'll all be dead before you even blink."

The knights nervously led Kong through the streets, past gawking townsfolk who whispered and pointed at the armored giant walking among them. He was like nothing they had ever seen. Eventually, they arrived at the royal palace, where more guards stood by, clearly tense. The herald announced Kong's arrival, and the heavy wooden doors opened to reveal the grand hall.

Queen Mary Tudor sat upon her throne, her eyes fixed on the strange figure who entered. She was pale and thin, her face etched with signs of illness and stress, but her gaze was sharp and calculating. She watched as Kong stopped before her, standing tall, his face still hidden behind his tactical mask.

"Remove your helmet," she ordered.

Kong stared for a moment before reaching up and unfastening his mask, revealing his rugged, weathered face. The room gasped; he wasn't a demon but a man-albeit a monstrous one.

"Who are you?" Mary asked, her voice stern but curious. "And what do you want?"

Kong smirked. "Name's Kong. I'm from... well, let's say I'm from a place far from here. What I want? I want to take over your kingdom. Thought that was obvious with all the fireworks earlier."

The Queen narrowed her eyes. "And why would you want that?"

Kong shrugged. "Because I'm bored. And because I can."

Murmurs spread through the room. Mary raised a hand to silence them. "You wield weapons that kill my knights in an instant. How is that possible?"

Kong tapped his rifle. "This? This is called a gun. Let's just say it's a bit more advanced than what you've got. I could give you the details, but it'd probably go over your head."

The Queen leaned forward, studying him carefully. "You speak of knowledge and power. You come here, wreak havoc, kill my people, and yet you stand here like it's all a game."

Kong chuckled. "Maybe it is. But here's the thing-I know things that could change everything for you. I know about diseases that plague your people. I even know that you're sick, Mary. You're not looking so good."

There was a sharp intake of breath among the courtiers. The Queen's expression darkened. "You know nothing of my condition."

"Oh, but I do," Kong replied confidently. "I know you're suffering from some nasty stuff-could be uterine cancer or something related to your reproductive system. Maybe you've got a tumor in there. Point is, I know how to help."

Mary's eyes widened, a mix of fear and intrigue. "You... you say you can cure me?"

Kong nodded. "I've got access to things you can't even imagine. Medicine, knowledge, technology. All the stuff that makes life easier, safer, cleaner. You'd be surprised what I know and what I can do. But it comes at a price."

The Queen hesitated. "And what price would that be?"

Kong smiled, leaning in slightly. "Simple. You let me run the show. You put me in charge of this kingdom-or at least a big part of it. I'll help you out, make your life easier, solve your problems. But I get to be the guy in charge. And if anyone doesn't like it, well... I've got more of these." He patted his rifle.

Mary stared at him, considering her options. "You ask for much. How can I trust you?"

Kong laughed. "Trust? I'm giving you a chance here. You've seen what I can do. You've seen your knights fall before me. I could've wiped out this whole place if I wanted to, but I didn't. Think of it as a... partnership. I'll help you get better. I'll help your kingdom. But I call the shots."

The Queen remained silent for a moment, her gaze locked on Kong's face. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Very well, Kong. I will consider your proposal. But you must prove your worth. Heal me first. Show me this knowledge you speak of, and perhaps we can come to an agreement."

Kong grinned. "Alright, buddy. You've got yourself a deal. But remember, try anything funny, and I'll turn this place into a ghost town."

With that, the room filled with whispers and murmurs. The giant from another time had struck a deal with Queen Mary Tudor. The future of the Tudor kingdom was now in the hands of a Navy SEAL with a penchant for chaos.

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End of Chapter Two.