A Princess and Her Knight (Gency)

Chapter Twelve

Just as the lips began to speak the words, the taunting, sweet music abruptly stopped.
Heads turned, all eyes on the man the man who stood in the middle of the aisle.

His eyes glowed green from behind the black mask that went around them.

Angela turned, a sad smile on her face. But it was relaxed and relieved as she finished what she came out to say.
Her gaze flicked back to the man with the dark red aura, her blue eyes holding a cold, icy glare.
"I most certainly don't want to be your wife."
The blonde took a step towards the man whom she hated.
"Nor will I allow you to be some supreme ruler."
She closed the gap some more.
"And FUCK you for taking the one thing I was going to give to the one I fell in love with!"
She shoved a finger against his chest with force. It didn't make him move, but it showed her anger.

To the left of her, Genji hid a small blush at the indirect mention of him.
But instead of getting picked into place, he withdrew the sword from the scabbard on hid back with ease.
In one swift motion, he pulled out the weapon, pivoted on his heel and blocked an incoming attack, resulting in what would be the second to loudest clang that night.
The loudest would follow soon.

Reyes reached for Angela's hair, grabbing a fistful of it before pulling her into him, facing away. He moved his large, awkwardly sized hand so he could hold her wrists together and keep hed restrained.

The blonde, unable to think like she usually would, lifted her right leg and slammed it down, the heel of her shoe digging down.
The man holding her yowled in sudden pain and let go, allowing for the Princess to run.

However, she only managed to get down the few steps that led up to the pagoda before something wondrous happened.
There was a singular battle cry, followed by countless others as the sole ruler of the Ziegler kingdom watched as her loyal subjects such as Lena Oxton, Reinhardt, Jack Morrison, Ana Amari and her daughter Fareeha, Torbjorn and Brigitte, as all of them seemed to appear from a singular rip in space.
A woman of fair, darkened skin appeared last.
It was none other than the one known as Symmetra who worked for Ishgar.

Angela Ziegler stood in awe at the sight before her. If it weren't for the face that she was still utterly mortified at the idea of marrying such a horrendous man, she probably would have cried at the absolutely astonishing view.
She fell to her knees, completely forgetting that there was still a power hungry beast behind her.

A hand stretched out to grab her, but before anything happened, she turned to see her most loved shimada grabbing Gabriel's wrist as the wretched man tried to hit her.

Genji turned his head at the blonde woman and his facial expression begged her to run.
And she did.
She got up.
Tossed her shoes aside.
And ran.

She had full on sprinted from the scene.
Yet, she wasn't scared in that instant.
Her feet carried her down the grassy hill, dirt quickly covering them.
She'd run to her own kingdom.
It wasn't far, as when the two kingdoms were first established, the rulers of either one wanted to remain close, to have their people live in harmony and be able to see the different people.

The green knight watched as his princess ran, and he hoped that she'd go and stay hidden.
His princess... He would do anything for her.
But his mind, his mad was still conflicted.
As he felt something hit him through the suit he wore and from under his metallic plates, his mind went to the biggest complication in his love life.
Mercy, oh that angel. If only she were there to heal his wounds of battle.

Gabriel Reyes still stood in front of him, his eyes turning a deep red and a black shroud of mist surrounding his body. When the smoke dispersed, it was revealed...
Gabriel wore the mask of the Reaper.

Genji gave him an icy glare, "so you're the one that took Angela from her bed that night. From her place beside me."

He laughed a deep, monstrous, laugh. "Oh ho! So you're that knight that was there, but couldn't manage to save his pwecious wittle pwincess" he mocked.

The Shimada growled at him, "Fuck off, Reyes" he spat.

"You'll regret saying that, twat," the man in black lunged towards him, a taloned fist aiming right for this Japanese man's face.
It collided with a smack and blood began to trickle down genji's already scarred face.
The green knight wiped away some of the sticky, scarlet liquid from his lip and began to reach for the blade he still had behind his back.

"Honestly," the Reaper laughed. "I only had them invite you into my kingdom to see what you'd do. Who knew you'd find a way to alert the Ziegler kingdom without me knowing."

The younger male, Genji, gave his own small laugh. "Well, everyone has their ways in something."

"Genji Shimada, I think I'm liking you," Reaper chuckled. He, too, had his own ways.
But as he said those words, his hands crossed in front of him, the same black mist as before encircling his clawed fingers. It looked as if he were grabbing something.
Before much more than a second passed, Reaper was pulling two identical shotguns out of the smoke.

Genji's eyes widened as he viewed the weapons.
"The hellfire shotguns..."

"So you know. They can pack a punch, kid."

The Reaper pulled the trigger but Genji was already out of the way, jumping backwards and was throwing a flurry of shurikens at his enemy, even though is was aware that the man most likely wouldn't be very affected by them.

"Genji, you will not win this battle." The older man growled.

The younger gave a smirk in return, "Let us hope for a different outcome."

Wowza

I've been very dead, haven't I?
Well readers, I apologize.
I'm not all that interested in writing anymore, so I don't think about this story all this often.
But the story will be coming to a close shortly. And by shortly, I mean within a couple chapters that will take months for me to actually publish lmao.

Question for you readers!
Who has xbox???

-DiminishedSoul