Hey guys! I Know I mentioned this in my other story, but I finally got to typing. So here it is, in all its glory, Kingdom Come.
FLASHBACK
The sickness had run its course, and quickly. The doctors said that it would go away with time. Those fools didn't even know what it was until it was too late. Within a months' time, the sickness had spread throughout the entire globe. Those who were infected, infected others as well. This pattern carried on until only a few survived. You may know some of these people.
PRESENT
It was quiet. Not even the birds were singing, nor were the squirrels bickering. Then again, nothing would be very lively for a while. Not since the sickness came. Hell had been turned loose. So many people had died, and much more had been infected.
The silence was disturbed by the sound of dragging feet along pavement. A young man, around the age of fifteen or so, was scuffling down the road. He was a strong fellow, with a sick disposition about him. He wore a pair of rather expensive jeans along with an equally expensive shirt, both of which were dirty. The most qualities of this boy though, were his outrageously golden eyes and his strange hair that consisted of all black, with three white stripes that only went halfway around his head. In his thin, pale hands, he held two pistols, both loaded. On his back he carried a small knapsack, filled with a limited supply of water, food, and ammunition. One had to protect themselves during these times.
Death the Kid wandered the streets of the now destroyed San Diego in search for someplace to stay. His mansion was one of the first estates to be overrun by the sick ones. He had been traveling the city for a few days, only running into one of the s.o.'s at night, when he was most vulnerable. He could remember it so vividly.
He sat in his study, finishing up his homework from his previous lessons. The day had sunken into the darkness of evening. His father still had not come home, due to all of the commotion of the epidemic being spread rapidly throughout the world. Though being a business man made his life very difficult, Kid's dad never failed to have dinner with his son. That is, until they came.
Kid could hear the house phone ringing even though his door had been shut fast. He heard the hurried steps of one of the many maids of the manor.
"Hello. Death residence. May I ask who's speaking?" The older of the maids, Frances, asked.
"Oh! Lord Death! I apologize, sir. I didn't know-"She stopped mid-sentence to listen. Kid was interested at this point.
"What? Are you sure... Yes sir, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly. I may be old, but I've still got some fight left in me!" And with that she hung up the phone and hurried towards the study that Kid was currently in.
Kid pretended to go back to his work. She busted through the door, worry and bravery plain on her aged face. She smiled at Kid, who returned the gesture.
"Young master? I ask that you come with me please. I have orders from your father to take you somewhere safe." She grabbed his shoulders and began pulling him out the door.
"Wait! Frances, what has my father instructed you to do? Why couldn't he have talked to me himself?" He was flustered at the old maid's sudden brash actions. She was by far, Kids favorite Maid ever since he was a toddler, always getting him to smile. But she had never been so rough with him before, not to mention vague.
Frances led Kid out of the house and down into the cellar underneath the estate. Kid was confused as to why they were down there until he saw the guns. Then, he was scared out of his wits.
"What are those for?" He jumped as Frances picked up a rifle that seemed to be made for her.
"Easy there sweetie. Your father told me that he won't be coming home tonight due to the outbreak. It's gotten to the point to where no one could control the sick ones anymore. They've broken out of the institutions and he's gotten word that they're heading towards the mansion." She tossed kid two pistols, both having little skulls on them, making it symmetrical. He shook his head. Even at a time like this, he was worried about symmetry. He sighed, but his thoughts were interrupted by banging and screaming from above.
"Help me! Please God! Someone! Help!" The bloodcurdling shriek of a younger maid, Sarah, was heard from outside, along with sound of ripping and growls. There was something about the growling that seemed… demented. It was like a rabid animal had been released from the vet and had attacked the first thing in sight. Then he heard the second most terrifying thing in his life.
"Kid? Oh, come now Kiddo. I know you're in there. We know you're in there. We can smell you." The last words were a whisper which graduated to a chorus of shrieks and laughter. Kid knew that voice. Then it hit him.
Jethro? My butler? Even he's been affected! Kid began to panic when Frances hit him upside the head, which was usually only saved for his symmetry rants. He looked over, confused. She handed him a knapsack.
"Never show them that you're afraid, Kid." She smiled and stormed out the cellar rifle in one hand and a dagger in the other. Kid followed, though scared out of his mind. She began firing shots at the sick ones, each falling victim to the insanely multitalented maid. Kid began firing as well, and all seemed to be going well. However, neither of them noticed the second wave.
Frances looked over to see a crowd headed their way. She knew it wasn't help. She was too old to believe that something like this would be ended with a mob of neighbors just trying to be Good Samaritan. She knew what she had to do next. She had made a promise after all. She promised Lord Death that no matter what, she would keep his son (which was also like her grandson) safe. No matter what.
"Kid! There's too many and there's another wave coming! We need to head into the city for help. Start heading to the woods and go the back way into town. I'll be right behind you, just don't look back and keep running." She shot another sick one.
"But what about-!" He was stopped from a glance from his beloved maid. She smiled confidently.
"Kid. Don't worry! You really think I'm gonna let some sicko's take me down? I can do better than that! Now, go on! I'll catch up!" She delt another blow.
"Alright. I'll meet you in town!" He began sprinting in the opposite direction.
She smiled sadly at the innocent, trusting young man that she had basically raised. She had never lied to him, so why should she start now? She continued holding off the sick ones for another few hours. She never did make it into town.
When Kid had realized that Frances had lied to him, he was angry. Why would she do something so stupid? Why would she let herself get killed for him? He wasn't worth that much to where someone had to risk their life to protect him. But his anger soon turned to sadness. She had protected him up until the very end and what had he done? Run away. Kid had run away like the child that he was. He had wondered the streets for four days, in search of a safe place to spend the night. But, every time he thought he'd found a good shelter, the sick ones would come along and find him.
In the midst of his recollection, Kid wasn't paying attention to the road in front of him. Falling over a protruding object, he fell to the hot pavement, burning his hand and scraping his jeans to where they tore, leaving a bloody hole. Cursing, he got up to go and see the thing that he had tripped over. To his surprise, he saw a girl lying in the middle of the path he had just been walking. She was covered head to toe in dust and one of her ankles was pinned down by a large piece of concrete that appeared to be from a busted building. She opened her eyes and Kid gasped. They were an amazing shade of green. They sparkled like two emeralds. The girls looked up at him with a pleading glance.
"Please… help." She collapsed back on the hard ground.
Well, there it is! My new KiMa story. I hope you guys like it. This came to me in a dream actually, but it was with my friends and I. I will have the next chapter out when I have time, so please be patient. Also, if this is your first time reading one of my stories, I should let you know that I have another story out called One Step Closer to the Edge, and I'm About to Break. Check it out if you want, if you don't, I don't care. Hope you liked it. Pleasant days and quiet nights.
