I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Like, where the fuck am I!? The guard grabbed me and I decided to fall asleep because it was taking way to long for him to get me to wherever the hell we were going. So now I'm here, except I have no idea where 'here' is.
Well, that's about to change! I take a quick peek around to see if any of those *cough cough* idiots *cough cough* are around, and to my dismay, their right in front of me. The only reason I actually care about this is because between me and the idio- guards is a prison gate.
They aren't actually looking at me at all though. In fact, they aren't even facing my direction. And this is why their idiots.
I creep up behind the guards and slip my arms through the bars, wrapping my fingers around the keys. I slightly tug at the rusty loop loosely attached to the mans belt and-
"And what the hell do you think your doing ya street rat." The man snaps around and shoves me back into the cell, slamming my back against the wall through the bars. He then let's me fall to the ground as a cough trying to return any form of air back into my lungs.
"M-me?" I weez. "I was just admiring those keys you got their on your belt." I answer with a little more confidence.
The man looks outraged, but then the look leaves his face, leaving me totally confused. He then confuses me even more by, is he laughing?
"Oh you are so going to die!" He cackles. "I've heard word that the queen is very intrueged by you. She says she's going to come down and deal with you, personally"
By this time the man is practically dying of laughter while I'm trying to process what the guard just said. She's coming to kill me? But why? Why am I so important that she's actually doing something about me?
I'm now in no fucking around mode. If the queen is coming to see me, I doubt she's coming to kill me. Theirs something else she wants from me.
I stand up and move swiftly to the bars, grabbing the guard on the other side by his shirt and pulling his face in close to mine. My face settles into a glare and my eyes bare into his terrified face.
"I need you to tell me everything you know about why the queen is coming down here. You said she was coming down here to kill me but I think your just fucking with me. So, do me a favor and tell me the truth. I'd hate to ruin your," I look down at the mans armor. Its dirty and dented. " lovely armor."
The man smirks. "And how the hell would you ruin my armor without a weapon. I've got one but it seems you dont." He sneers.
"Oh really? Because it looks to me like you sword is missing. Oh, what's this? Its seems I've magically gotten a sword. So, I'll ask you one more time. Why is the queen coming to see me?"
"I went talk. Go ahead and kill me!" He shouts.
I shrug. "Suit yourself." I bring the sword right beside the mans neck. One swing. Two swings. And!
"Wait! I'll talk!"
"Perfect!" I smile.
