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[16]

King grabbed the gun from his hands and chucked it at Elizabeth, smirking as he did, "if you want it to defend yourself, go get it from her cold dead body." Meliodas couldn't move, with all the information that was thrown at him, along with the immense fear that accumulated from the few minutes King talked, he didn't know what else he could do. 

Usually, he'd have a plan up his sleeve, or make a run for it, but his body ached from all the blocking he'd done from earlier and the gash on his leg that was getting worse as it was exposed to the air, and knowing King, he would predict his movements, he knew he had no way out. He scrambled on the ground and King stood up, watching him move away from him. 

"That's all you're gonna do? Scamper away from me?" King scoffed, "I expected much more from you, Meliodas." The blond didn't respond, he just tried his best to crawl away. King walked towards him and gave his stomach a powerful kick, causing Melidoas to roll and smack right into a tombstone. 

E L A I N E 

"I see we've stumbled upon my little sister's grave," King chuckled, realizing that it was hers when he got closer, "I forgot she was buried here, it's been years since I've been to a cemetery." He admitted, crouching down to read the writings on the rock,

Your brother loves you. 

King snorted at the writings, then turned to look at Meliodas, who was groaning in pain from the kick, "oh, sorry, was that too strong?" he smiled, standing back up and getting his gun from his holster, "it's getting late, we should end this here. Since you know too much and you're no longer needed in the organization, I have a job to do," he aimed the gun at Meliodas. "You'll be reunited ith Ban, with Zeldris, and if you'd like, even Elizabeth. Do you have anything else to say?" 

"Did you kill your little sister too?" 

"Yeah."

[ s h o o t ] 

You're really good with guns! Here, I'll help you.

That's great, Meliodas!

You'll be a great marksman!

Thanks, King!

King doesn't remember the last time he'd killed feeling anything. Sadness, remorse, pleasure? He felt none. He looked for those feelings when he murdered, but wherever he did, he felt nothing. At some point he lost himself, he was as broken as everyone else was in the organization. But he was better at hiding it.

He wouldn't lie about the voices in his head or the constant flashes of various people's deaths. No one ever asked because he didn't seem to be a person so twisted, he didn't look like it. He seemed a whole lot more composed than everyone else. 

He's trained almost everyone in the organization at a young age, and new and old members respected him for it. They usually didn't do research on him because he didn't seem like anyone suspicious, but for the people who had, they've feared him more than Dreyfus. 

He was part of the organization when he was a toddler, Dreyfus took care of him back then when they were adopted by the SDS. They were the first generation of children being trained into assassins, and King excelled more than Dreyfus at everything, but when given the chance to be the boss, he declined.

Dreyfus could be sitting at the chair, but it was because King, the petite computer geek at the sides, had always been the brains of the organization. He told Dreyfus everything, they were an odd duo, they didn't seem close but when they were alone, they had plans up their sleeves that no one would expect that they'd have. 

He was then called the executioner after a while, but no one ever knew about that. He kept it as a secret, and the people who end up knowing die a day or two after. It was always a risk for him to be exposed. He was the brain after all, he did all the thinking and planning.

Whether or not he was a shell of his old self.

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