KONG'S BOREDOM

Kong's Boredom (Chapter Five)

Elizabeth had always known that this day would come. From the moment Kong set foot in Tudor England, she saw him for what he truly was-a threat, a disruption to the natural order. To her, he was not the savior everyone thought he was; he was a dangerous outsider who wielded too much influence. She knew she had to get rid of him, but it had to be done with precision and careful planning. It couldn't be some clumsy assassination that would point fingers back to her or the knights. No, it had to be done in a way that no one would suspect.

Over the weeks, Elizabeth gathered those who shared her distrust of Kong. The knights who resented being overshadowed by him, the nobles who feared his influence, and even some commoners who believed the giant was nothing more than a devil in disguise. She spoke to them in hushed tones, planting seeds of doubt and stoking their fears.

"We can't let him continue like this," she would say. "He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, turning our people against their own traditions. And soon, even Queen Mary will be under his spell. If we want to protect our kingdom, we must act."

The plan was simple but brutal. Kong would be ambushed during one of his rare moments of vulnerability. They would strike when he was without his gears-his gun, his grenades-leaving him only with his knife. They would overwhelm him with sheer numbers and make sure he could never rise again.

The Day of the Ambush

Kong had grown complacent. His routine, usually so careful and calculated, had become predictable. He often trained without his gear, preferring to focus on raw strength and combat techniques. Elizabeth and the knights had noticed this pattern. They waited for the perfect time-a day when Kong would be deep in his training, without his gun and grenades, only armed with his knife.

The sun was setting when Kong decided to take a break from his relentless training. His muscles ached, his body was weary, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax. He had no idea that he was being watched, that shadows were moving in the trees around him.

From the treeline, Elizabeth gave the signal. A dozen knights, armed to the teeth with swords, spears, and shields, stepped out of the shadows, their eyes cold with determination. Behind them, nearly twenty archers took their positions, arrows nocked and ready to fire.

Kong's senses prickled, and he turned to face the sudden crowd. "What the hell is this?" he barked, gripping his knife tightly.

The lead knight, Sir Walter, grinned cruelly. "We've had enough of you, Giant Reformer. Your time here is up."

Kong smirked, his eyes narrowing. "So this is how it is, huh? You cowards can't face me one-on-one, so you come at me in a pack?"

Without warning, the first arrow flew, grazing his shoulder. Kong's reflexes kicked in, and he dodged to the side, but the onslaught began. Arrows rained down as the knights charged in. Kong ducked, weaved, and spun, his knife flashing in the dim light. He lunged forward, driving his blade deep into the throat of the first knight to reach him. Blood sprayed, and the knight fell to the ground, gurgling on his own blood.

The archers loosed another volley, and Kong took an arrow to his side. He growled in pain but ripped it out, his eyes burning with rage. Не charged at the next knight, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him off the ground. With a roar, Kong's fist came down, and the knight's skull exploded under the force, showering bone and brain matter everywhere.

"YOU FUCKING TRAITORS!" Kong bellowed, his voice echoing through the forest.

Another knight, emboldened by the chaos, swung his sword at Kong's back. It cut deep, and Kong staggered, but he turned with a savage grin. He grabbed the knight by the face and squeezed, crushing the man's head like a rotten fruit. Blood and bits of flesh splattered across his face, and he spat out a tooth that had lodged in his lip.

The other knights hesitated. They had expected a quick kill, not this level of savagery. But they pressed on, hacking and slashing. Kong took more wounds-deep cuts across his chest, an arrow buried in his thigh. Yet, each time he fell, he rose again, covered in more blood, more fury.

"You're not a god!" one knight shouted, laughing nervously as he swung his sword. "You're not even a man!"

Kong's eyes locked onto the man. "What did you say?" he growled, his voice like a rumbling thunder.

He charged, his massive legs propelling him forward with terrifying speed. The knight had no time to react. Kong's fist connected with his face, and the force was so great that it shattered his skull, sending a spray of blood and bone fragments flying in all directions. The body crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll, headless.

By now, Kong was barely holding on. His left arm had been severed at the elbow, hanging by a few shreds of flesh. His breathing was ragged, blood pouring from dozens of wounds. But the fire in his eyes was undiminished. He looked like a demon from hell, a dying god refusing to go quietly.

Elizabeth watched from a distance, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement. She had expected Kong to put up a fight, but this... this was something else. Yet, it had to end. If he wasn't put down now, he could recover, and then there would be hell to pay.

"Now!" she ordered the archers. "Finish it!"

The archers drew their bows, their hands trembling, and fired. Arrows rained down on Kong. He took one to the shoulder, another to his chest, and then a final arrow pierced his neck. Kong staggered, blood spurting from his mouth. He tried to speak, to curse them one last time, but only a wet gurgle came out.

In the distance, Queen Mary arrived with her guards, her eyes widening in horror at the scene before her. "KONG!" she screamed, rushing forward, but it was too late.

Kong, eyes filled with rage and betrayal, fell to his knees. He saw Elizabeth watching from afar, her face calm and collected. He knew in that moment that she had orchestrated everything. As darkness closed in, his lips formed one last curse, a silent scream of hatred for all those who had turned against him.

A young lady archer, tears streaming down her face, loosed the final arrow. It struck Kong in the throat, piercing deep. Her father, a knight, had been killed by Kong when he first arrived in this world. She had waited for this moment, and now that it had come, it brought no satisfaction-only emptiness.

Kong's body slumped forward, his lifeblood pouring onto the cold, unforgiving ground. His vision dimmed, and he felt himself slipping away, the pain slowly fading into nothingness.

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End of Chapter Five.