First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

19. Kill A King, And Take His Crown.

Deadly Darkness || Chapter Nineteen || Kill A King And Take His Crown.

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During the last few weeks this story plot has changed so many times in my head. Now I have changed my mind AGAIN. Its like whiplash. When I first starting writing this I was going to make it into a cliche story of running away from an evil mother and dead father to find love and live happily ever after. So this is completely different. Shockingly different. I never thought about adding a character like Vlader until I wrote about him. I never thought to make Kris the way she is. The next few chapters have shocked even me, so I hope you enjoy.

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The Blind Runaway || Chapter Twenty || Kill A King, And Take His Crown

Kris sprung her body forward ready to take him out, guards and other fateful servants jumped in her way, either ending up dead or seriously harmed.

Father and daughters bodies clashed with a bone breaking force. Surprisingly the throne which he had been seated upon fell to the floor.

It wasn't as strong as she had once presumed.

Kris's shoulder was dislocated but didn't mind the pain, knowing she had broken the whole left side of his rib cage.

A scream tore from his throat, Kris smiled in sick sense of accomplishment and pleasure.

There was nothing like hurting those who hurt you.

She knew it wouldn't make up for the torture he had her put through as a child, but is sure gave a deep feeling of satisfaction.

And no one could take that from her.

Bodies lay scattered around her, either moaning or breathing heavily.

A unlucky few silent, bleeding, either dead or dying.

Kris felt no remorse.

Now she had less people she had to kill in the future.

"Any last words, dead opps, I mean, dear father?" Kris asked hands wrapped around his throat.

The pitiful King Julian remained silent, everyone present could feel the fear rolling of him.

If only she had dug deeper she could have felt just under the surface of that fear self-assuring surrounded him.

She tightened her hands ready to break his neck, when she heard an whistlingy sound.

Faster then anyone could anticipate Kris lent back and she pull fathers body up to block the darts and bullets.

All filled with silver-acid.

Like music to her ears King Julian's scream filled the air.

Laughter explode from Kris, this couldn't be going better for her.

Though it nothing compared to what she had gone through, she was glad he was getting a taste of his own medicine. The silver-acid was burning his insides, serves him right.

But she wouldn't let that kill him no, no she wanted to kill him with her own two hands.

Him at her mercy, like she was all those years ago.

Those that were shooting had now run out, they didn't make themselves known.

It annoyed Kris that she had to kill them at a later date but you win some you lose some.

And it would be fun to flush them out one by one.

"Think of the consequences, Princess Kristina." The representatives of the Angels and Demons spoke together.

"My name is Kris and I am no princess" she snarled before twisting her fathers neck til a 'crunch' filled the air and his body slammed against the floor, face down. Dead.

Free. She was free.

She couldn't believe he was finally gone, she almost couldn't comprehend it.

Almost.

If she hadn't felt the life drain out of him she would have thought it nothing but a day dream.

Kris threw her head back and bellowed out a laugh that shook her form, she continued laughing still standing over of her fathers still warm body.

A rush of relief consumed Kris, in that moment nothing could touch her.

He couldn't torture her any longer, death had taken him and she count be happier that she delivered his soul to the NeverWorld.

Her eyes widen as far as they could go, her mouth agape, begging for life saving oxygen.

A mass of air slammed into Kris's bent form pulling her off the ground.

Shocked Kris shrieked trying frantically attempting to gap onto anything, having no luck.

She was shot up in the air again only to have her body to be throw back, causing her to slam into the hard stone walls.

Half groaning half snarling Kris pushed herself back up ready to fight the unknown force.

"Show yourself! Coward! Face me!" she shouting out.

"You cannot fight yourself Queen Kris" Michelangelo said.

"I'm not fighting myself- wait what? Queen? I am no queen"

"Quite the opposite, dear" the demon Gabriella continued.

"Kill A King, And Take His Crown"

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Short I know I know but I tried and couldn't find anything else to add. Plus Side? I'll make sure the next Chapter is two or three pages.

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