Title: District 115
Word count: 2099 words
Done by: Skyler Redwood
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"My my. It seems as though we have an uninvited guest." a man spkoe into the grand hall from his throne like chair. The hall that the two were currently in was large and grand with white marble adorning the many pillars the surrounded the edges of the hall. Red dragons were carved into the pillars of the walls and painted by hand in red,gold and black. The ceiling was hand carved and painted as well. A large Chinese dragon taking up most of the 3D picture on the ceiling. There was also a stained glass image of yet another dragon in red and black behind the large, gold ornate throne. A man sat on the throne. He was clothed in an expensive black silk suit with matching black silk pants. His hair was short,brown and slightly curly, a few strands fell onto his face and a red faux fur coat that draped around his shoulders topping off his entire outfit. Black orbs scanned the large hall from his high perch. It's gaze fell onto another cloaked figure in the large grand hall.
"It seems so sir. Should I take care of it sir?". The cloaked man spoke and lifted his face towards the man on the throne. A smirk adorned the brown haired man.
"Yes, I suppose so," the man on the throne said in a casual tone," but do make sure our little guest is not deprived of seeing the creator of her problems.". The brown eyed man smirked.
The cloaked man curtly nodded once to show that he understood and then spoke again to the brown haired man, " As you wish so sir.". The cloaked man's piercing blue eyes crinkled into a smile as he turned his back on the large hall and left it, closing the door behind him.
The brown haired man stood up smirking in what seemed to be triumph and turned his back on the hall. It would be rude if he didn't greet his guest, now wouldn't it? Besides, he had to make sure that his subordinate didn't disobey any of his orders that he gave him or do anything foolish that would ruin his mood. He would most likely be able to fix any little mistake any of his subordinates had committed. Well why not? He was the most powerful and influential man to grace the country so fixing up small problems would be rather trival to him. Boring even.
The said man got off from his highly perched seat and proceeded to walk slowly towards a large retangular mirror with ornate gold markings framing it at the side of the large hall. My oh my, our little guest should know better than to enter the grounds of the castle now wouldn't it. Entering this place without permission from the brown haired man would mean that one wouldn't be able to get out at all. Killing those intruders was what the brown haired man used to do when people disobeyed him. It seemed so boring to just kill them then and there coming to think about it. It was always more fun to play with their minds a little before killing them off. Make them go slightly insane. The looks on their faces when they knew what torture awaited them was rather amusing really. It was more fun in any case than sitting in an office and ruling over an entire country that fears you and obeys every command you give out, well almost every command he gave out. There was always the odd ball here and there that would occasionally break into the castle grounds, only to find that he or she would be murdered by the man who owned the castle himself. Idiots those people are really, although he found some of their idiotic behavior rather amusing.
The brown haired man stared into the large ornate mirror ,which reflected back the image of himself perfectly,and brushed it ever to slightly with his index finger. The mirror began to ripple like stagnant water that was being disturbed from the point where the brown haired man touched it and the image that was casted upon the mirror was no longer the brown haired man's. No. It was moving images of what was happening in his large and vast castle. A particular place if I might add. The corridor was empty except for two lone figures in the image. He recognized one to be that of his cloaked subordinate and the other of that to be a young girl. The brown haired man stared intently at the moving images. This time, the intruder was a girl. A very pretty girl no less. She had a doll like face and a rather lithe body and very pale skin. Her straight black tresses was tied back into a high bun and her bloody red orbs glared suspiciously at his cloaked subordinate. She wore a red hakama with several dragons sown onto it and more matching black pants and geta. He noticed that a single sword was also secured at the girl's obi and she also carried several daggers with her. It seemed as though the girl was contemplating whether or not to trust him. The brown haired man grinned evily as he watched the two's progress. When it came to fooling and deceiving others, he knew that his cloaked subordinate was most proficient at this art. He had deceived and lied for almost his entire life so it was no surprise the the girl nodded her head slightly, inclining that she trusted his subordinate to the extent of agreeing on his subordinates terms what ever they may be.
