Lucky and the Killer ✔

King's Blood

King opened the door slowly until he was standing face-to-face with his old friend. Gray stood in front of him tossing a red apple up and down—catching it in his hands as he leaned against the hallway's wall.

"Gray," King said.

"King," Gray said. "Well c'mon, don't be shy. Step out. Let's have a chat."

"Lucky...," King whispered as he swung the door all the way open.

"Don't worry," Gray sighed. "I make it a point never to waste leverage."

"What do you want then?" King asked.

"I want you to know who I am," Gray said and caught the apple one last time. "Let's go."

Gray made his way back down the creaking hallway. King followed. The house was empty and dim. Gray sat down on the couch. He flopped down like he usually did and laughed at the expression on King's face.

"I thought I knew who you were," King said as he stood across from him.

"And, how oh-so wrong you were," Gray said as he took a single bite from the apple. "No one knows who I am, but they will."

"Then, who are you?" King asked.

"You know," Gray said with a laugh. "I'm a little upset at how you let my sister run off so easily. You were supposed to be by her side and all."

"What are you talking about?"

"My sister," Gray said and took another bite. "You know, the one you want to sleep with."

"Excuse me?"

"Luck-yyyy," he smiled. "Duh."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Oh, I can't blame you," Gray said and tossed the apple onto the floor. He watched it roll un-evenly towards King's feet. "No one knows about me, do they? You see, I'm not special like them."

"What are you saying, Gray?"

"I'm saying I'm royalty," he laughed. "Or at least, I should be, but no, I was left out on that god-forsaken track of land while they picked their asses in the palace powder room. I should be happy they even let me into The Kingdom, right?"

"You're saying you're Lucky's brother?"

"Bing-o. Well, half-brother," Gray said. "God, you're slow. You're all so slow and easy to fool. I can't believe how switching out one parent's DNA makes for so much difference. My father must have been way smarter than theirs."

"How come you didn't just tell me?" King asked.

"How could I?" Gray said. "I couldn't say a word with the emperor alive. He was the one who put me there—under the threat of death. He was such a wonderful man and all. Didn't want word getting out that his wife had a fully-human son."

"So, it's true," King whispered.

"What's true?" Gray asked.

"You killed everyone and blamed the royal family for it," King said. "You made me kill innocent people."

"I didn't make you kill anyone," Gray laughed. "You pulled the trigger, not me. But, ooooooh, I guess that means someone has been talking. I'll have to take care of that."

"Why haven't you just killed them all then?" King asked.

"Oh? Well, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting," Gray said and looked down to the floor. "Do you want me to?"

"No," King said.

"Too bad," Gray sighed. "Don't get me wrong. I'm going to. I have my reasons for doing it in the order in which I am."

"You're going after the third moon, aren't you?"

"Oh, jeeze, I knew there was a reason I used to keep you around," Gray laughed. "Of course I am. Then, when I'm King, everyone will pay. The Kingdom's moons move so damn slow. It's been years since he died, and I've waited every single day for the moons to get this close."

"You're keeping them alive," King whispered.

"Until then, yes," Gray said. "I need the ceremony of two moons to pass before the third will appear, and that won't happen if I kill them too soon. I don't really want to kill Lucky before Zee. It did make his eyes go wide, though. I loved that."

"How did you know all of that?" King asked.

"Magic," Gray smiled. "Anyway, death and all—it brings me to why I'm here. You see, I think you'll get in the way. I don't see anyone else as much of a threat, and to be honest, you're not most of the time, either. But, I think I should play my hand right and kill you here."

King backed up to the table slowly. He reached his hand out and felt the empty surface. Gray pulled the gun King was looking for from his jacket and pointed it at him. He shook his head as if he were disappointed and pulled the hammer back.

"Bye bye," Gray said, and he shot.

King grabbed his shoulder and gasped for air as the bullet split his body. He shut his eyes and fell against the table and into the floor. He pressed against it hard—trying to stop the bleeding. Guns hurt whether you were human or not.

Gray stood up and stretched. He put the gun back into his jacket and made his way over to King.

"I bet you wished you'd went after her, now," Gray smirked. "Now you're dying, and Lucky's mine."

"Lucky's fine," King coughed.

"Noooo she's not," Gray sung as he went to the door and opened it back up. Light flooded into the small house, and King couldn't move. Gray turned and walked back over to the table. He sat a small bottle down.

"For my fellow human," he smiled, "the one who reminds me of Liz."

King clenched his teeth and tried to speak, but blood fell from his mouth instead. Gray stepped outside, shut the door back. He started to walk. Lucky had to be around there somewhere.

"How did he know?" Gray whispered to himself. "How did he know I didn't really have Lucky? Eh, whatever, I'll just have to find her."