"So." I said, to the golden spirit "I say screw History."
So, this is a new thing I've decided to do when I take moments in history and Assassinise them.
Don't hate me for this.
King Charles I The doors burst open and closed as a figure in black and red stepped through.
King Charles sat at his table, gazing over his land, with a bottle of red wine.
The man, the Assassin, pulled up a chair to sit behind King Charles.
"It's French. Help yourself."
The Assassin poured a glass, shook it gently, and smelled it.
He lay it down on the table. "Poison."
"Hmm. Worth a try." A silence fell. "I don't want to die."
A pause. "We all have to die some day. You more than most. As your kind would say, it is the way of the world."
"Not this world." Charles denied. "Why this world? Why does the world have to be as it is? We could all be living in palaces, floating in the sky, or travelling around our world, at peace with those who pass.
"Anything could have made the world as it could be. But this happened. This world took shape. War, destruction, belief in our own damn god. Who is god, anyway? Who is he to decide how we go?"
"I personally do not carry a religion. My creed does not believe in any god, but we know of ethereal beings, who trouble us, ever wishing us to go to some place and save this world. But we never will. "You are a traitor to the world, the country, the Catholics, the Protestants, your people and armies, and, most of all, yourself. How doth ye, Holy King Charles, of the Stuart's dynasty and house, ruler of thou country, England, how doth ye plead of your charges?"
A pause. "I plead guilty, O Assassin, executioner of the wrong-doers of thou world. End my reign, and my desolation of our good England. End it with thy blade, and make England safe.
The Assassin held his hand to Charles' back, and released his hidden blade into his back, severing his spine.
The King was dead.
So, how do you like this? Should I take more moments of history and dab some assassination on them, or should I stop before the universe collapses from this stupidity of crapness and writing? Review and say, on a scale from one to ten, how crap this was.
Anyways, goodbye from HMS Columbia *retires to HMS Columbia's gravity ring*