We had the blond boy put on a stretcher in the Bases hospital wing. We rushed him to the beds, considering he was bleeding out from the arms.
It looked like he had been cut and kicked. His blond hair was full of dried blood and dirt and so was his face.
He was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes half closed. I actually felt bad for someone for once.
Once we got him settled into a bed, we had some Queens come and tend to his wounds. I stood at the wall, my arms crossed.
Lux came up from behind me and I turned on him.
"You said he was looking for Ryn Archer, yes?"
He nodded and I sent him to go up a floor to tell Isaac.
Once he left I watched from afar as they bandaged to poor boy up.
The girls started yelling at each other saying that they didn't know where the bleeding was coming from.
Wasn't it obvious?
I shoved through the group of girls and despite them yelling at me with their screeching voices, I slowly took off the boy's shirt and carefully turned his body to the side. His back had cuts all over it.
The girls flipped out and went to get more medical supplies while I studied his wounds. It wasn't just cuts on his back. It was a sentence and he was the paper. The cuts each formed a word that went from the top of his shoulders to his tailbone. I gasped as I realized what it was.
Long Live the King.
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The Fools of Remington Street
حركة (أكشن)Where do you belong? Peasant- "We blend in with societies mistakes." Knight- "We can kill you then leave your body behind as an example." Fool- "We set the traps then run away." Joker-"We're the distractions that give more time." Scribe- "We plan e...
