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Kings and Consequences

Lucille's lungs burned as she ran for life, as though it were dear and the most valuable thing in the world. Her arms clutched something of value that would surely keep herself as well as Serafina and Eden alive. She was the middle child, and Serafina would surely be killed upon the exiting of Homer's bar, and she was the shortest. It wasn't that the Sisters valued her the least, but more that she was the shortest and could hide better. Sure, she had shorter legs but they were made more for kicking and hiding than anything else. Hide, then use your short leg to kick. That's what she was taught.

In her arms was bread and medicines. Carmen and Eden had come down with illness, most likely a lung infection from the toxic air that belonged solely to the Underground City, and she was the only one who could manage to steal and get away. On her waist, strapped so tightly that it hurt as it bit into her skin, was stolen 3DMG. "It could be useful, if you can figure out how to use it," Homer said and he promised the Sisters gold if it was managed. Hence, now Lucille was a sitting duck that needed to learn how to fly or she would either die or be arrested. Would she be taken to the surface? She felt like stopping, but it would be a mistake and she liked living even if it was a shitty life.

"STOP, DAMMIT!" one of the Military Police ordered as he attempted to catch his breath while running. There were three. Two men and one woman. Their names escaped Lucille, but she didn't care. She noted they had their maneuvering gear, and were to stupid to use it. Unless of course they were so out of practice from pure laziness, that they'd forgotten how to use it. "Use your gear, idiot!" Lucille snapped and he glared at her.

She kept running until she could run no more, mainly because she crashed into someone. "Sorry!" the redheaded girl said, green eyes wide as she too kept running, also clutching something precious in her arms as two other men chased her. Isabella or Isador, something like that was her name but Lucille had no time. Nor did she have time to attempt to stand before a boot was slammed into her face and she heard and felt the cracking of her nose as the cartilage inside was broken. "Nice try, brat," the Military Police, still out of breath, said with a sneer. She glared at him and spit blood onto his face. "Nice to see you too," he said before kicking her in the gut. The breath escaped her and she groaned in pain.

He nearly ripped her arms off as he pried the medicine and food from her. "Drew," the woman said softly as she stared at the contents. "What?" he snapped, looking actually somewhat dangerous with the blood on his face. "At least give her the medicine, obviously somebody's sick," she said and he scoffed. "She's a pig. Of course she wants food. And medicine? Don't make me laugh. Why waste perfectly good resources on trash like the Underground?" he asked and the people glared at him and the other man drew his rifle. "Back off!" he ordered as though they were rabid animals ready to pounce and kill. They were ones to talk.

"Why waste perfectly good resources on trash like the surface?" Lucille snapped from underneath his boot and the people of the Underground nodded. He kicked her again and she spit out one of her teeth. "You fucker!" a familiar voice snapped. Spike. The boy, age ten, with short black hair and piercing green eyes, charged at him and managed to kick his knees down, causing him to fall into the dirt and grime. More people charged at the three Police and one managed to relieve them of their guns. "These will sell well," somebody said as they cocked one of the guns. "We've a message for the king," somebody else said. "Go tell him things are gonna change," the person wielding the rifle ordered.

The two men and the woman sported cuts and to be bruises now, with swelled faces. "Go!" they ordered and all three ran off, their Unicorn symbols dirtied. "How many people does it take to deliver a message?" Homer asked as he appeared in the crowd. "One," somebody said as they drew their rifle. Lucille flinched and her eyes widened as the sound of a gunshot was heard and the man who had kicked her twice fell to the crowd, his head spewing out blood from a large gaping hole in the back of his neck. "Only one," the same person said as they cocked the gun again. "The bitch or the pig?" they asked. "She didn't do anything wrong," Lucille said quietly. "Very well," the person said as they aimed for the male. Another gunshot rang out and the woman screamed and ran faster as the second man fell to the ground, also dead. "I believe these are yours," the shooter said as he cleaned the dirt from her medicines and foods. "Thank you," Lucille said quietly as Spike led her away, Homer following.