The Vanishing

Chapter 2

Dedicated to YoungFavorite because hes just as phsycopathic as him. :)

Chatper 2

Ashton's P.O.V  ( Dark lord)

  As I inhaled and exhaled to deliver a death blow I drew up my blade, tightly gripping my shaft of my broadsword I struck with full force slicing his neck clean and straight through his head rolls away from his lifeless body while he was sleeping in his bed, I knew I was always destined to be ruler but he, he was in my way. He quickly became limp. I heard the gurgling of his darkened blood filling the bed's blanket.

  During all of this traumatic experience, I felt no remorse, nor any sympathy instead I smirked and hesitated before realizing all the power that I inherited was now under my control, "Ashton, my lord" I turned as my eyes focused off of the bed I was staring at, and suddenly glared at the commanding officer of my lethal army that grew faster then The Great Plague itself after I enforced the bells. "Why the fuck would you enter my presence without my consent?" I threatened, "Uh I Wa-" "Don't you have any sense to abide my rules?" I yelled at him, "I'm sorry my lord but the bells are about to rung in thirty minutes what type of executions would you like to enjoy?" I glanced away and thought for a little while. "Never mind the executions I want any pathetic peasants found, brought to me personally, do you understand?" "Yes, My lord." As quickly as the knight snuck in, he slithered out without a sound.

  Again I started to think back to when I was nineteen, I remember turning after I killed my father seeing my little sister, Rachel's face pale, pale as a full moon and also the expression as she is horrified peering through the far end of the room's door, The little 8 year old brat will run and tell of this. "I have to stop her, here and now!" I thought to myself, she slammed the door and ran down the hallway, I broke into a sprint after her, I whipped the door open and ran down the corridor, knowing immediately that she would go down the stairs, I turned to my left. "Found her!" I exclaimed in my mind, she was panting by the time she reached the stairs but her adrenaline kept her going down the long set of the concrete stairs, I made a mad dash towards her and I caught up to her.

  "Why did you kill daddy, Ashton?" she asked "Why did you do it?" those words, they'll haunt me for as long as I live. Knowing that more pain will hit my mind I mercilessly yelled as she screamed before kneeling down holding her head with her arms, I soccer kicked her down those stairs, I watched her as she hit every step on the way down, my mind was pleased, and so was my soul.

  "A ,Asht ,Ashton, please..don’t hurt me...." she pleaded as her eyes grew puffy and her eye was stained with blood from the blunt force trauma when I kicked her, already her head swelled, I felt guilt after the memories of playing with her, but I couldn’t let her get in my way so I took a deep breath and I momentarily paused to seep in the relief that I created for myself so I slowly and calmly walked down the stairs, savoring her pain. I then told her "I'm sorry" without a moments thought I started to crush in her chest with my right boot and also stomped her head until I knew she was dead, blood started draw from both her ears and her mouth, her now crimson red dress was drenched in blood from the gaping hole in her chest, I picked her up over my shoulder and took her to my room on the top floor, by the time I made it to the top, I throw the limp body on the floor to catch my breath. her blood made it hard to get a grip onto her but I still managed carry Rachel into and then I started to hoist her up against my window sill, cautiously I opened my window slowly to draw no attention to me, I aimed to throw her body into the moat that goes around the 5 story high castle, I then hesitated and debated to either give up or to get rid of her, obviously my mind found it not hard to choose to get rid of her, I threw her out the window praying that she will fall in, she dropped and hit the rocks on the bank but she rolled into the water, the people believed that she fell out the window and drowned.  

  I then came back to reality and realized that I was in my washroom staring at my reflection in the mirror. What I see is a 22 year old king who has a story behind my scar on my left eye brow going down to my lip, my eyes are forest green, my hair so black it is its own personal shadow, I can't help it but I keep getting flashbacks about the day that me who I am now.

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