Summary: Lucas is a common boy with a dark past that has lead him to one purpose in life. Execute the king who treats the people of his kingdom like trash and property. No one can stop him from accomplishing that. He will do anything to attain that goal. Only one thing stands in his way. A brainwashed princess who will do anything to protect her father. Maya will not let anyone hurt her father. Not after the pain he endured when her mother left them. No one can stop her from blindly shielding her father. This is the story of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

A/N: Hello Girl Meets World fans! Here's a new story I thought of while reading "Wild, Wild West," by tiramisuspice. Bros, that story is my life. Okay, anyways, the characters may be slightly OOC for reasons that will be revealed in later chapters. Title is a conflict for me, recommend some? Now, enjoy!

Prologue

"It's not that simple Zay," Farkle sighed. The strong yet gaunt boy massaged the bridge of his nose. "I-It's not as easy as that," he said.

"Why not?" Zay whined frustrated. "It's perfect! Get in there, shoot 'em dead. Simple!" He took a swig from the shared flask and passed it.

"Oh yeah?" Billy challenged. "After we do manage to bust into the castle and shoot him, how do you suppose we get out without being shot on the spot?" The night was dark, the moon blocked out by clouds. Usually, the gentle glow coming from the moon would guide the boys direction wise. Today, however, it was nearly pitch black. Though one member of the group was highly against it, the boys lit a fire. Billy nearly lit the corner of his pant leg on fire in the dark.

"I bet they just let us out," Zay replied enthusiastically. "Everyone hates the guy!"

"He is a fuckhole," Billy chimed in.

"We'll probably get a parade just for offing the guy!" Billy and Farkle smiled as Zay performed a silly dance implying that they would be showered with girls and alcohol.

"Stop kissing imaginary sugar candy," Farkle said with a snicker as Zay's dance escalated. Even with the fire, it was still too dark to see each other's faces unless they were held up to the flame. Farkle was thankful for that. He could see the shadow of Zay's absurd figure but nothing more.

"He can't help it Fark," Billy said with a smile. "It's the only sugar candy he can get," Billy said with a teasing smirk.

"Hey, I can get just as many female companions as you can!" Zay exclaimed quietly. "I just choose to be a gentleman and remain chivalrous. Ever heard of it?"

Billy chuckled, "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." A comfortable silence settled over the group, only the sound of alcohol entering each body evident. Though he had only took a few sips, Zay already felt tipsy. He was thankful he was here, with his friends. If he was anywhere else, death would do more than just wink at him. Zay was thankful for his friends. No matter how close he got to death, he was always outspoken. Because he knew his friends would have his back. A trait his friends didn't exactly appreciate but accepted.

"So Farklefurter-"

"Call me that again," Farkle said with a sweet smile as he pulled out his gun from his shoe. "And you'll have a whole in your head bigger than Missy's Beer Shack."

Zay widened his eyes in fear, "Goddamn Fark. What's crawled up your ass and died?"

Farkle rolled his eyes and threw another thin stick into the fire. It roared like a hungry lion and feverishly swallowed the stick. "I've grown a pair. You should too." Zay dramatically placed his hand on his heart with a shocked look. Billy smiled amused as he watch Farkle become irritable with Zay's antics. "Just tell me what you wanted to say."

"Well," Zay said with a hint of sass. "Before you went on and shot me in the heart with your crude words," Farkle rolled his eyes again, "I was going to suggest we shoot him during one of his public speeches."

Farkle thought a moment, planning out how that would work. After a moment, he shook his head. "Too many witnesses."

"Witnesses?" Zay repeated incredulously. "How would that happen?"

"There would be guards around him, no? The townspeople aren't allowed to carry guns into such orders so naturally they'd scan the crowd past us. And since the entire town has to attend, we'll stick out like Christmas lights in the summer time," Farkle explained. A light wind picked up and Farkle scooted closer to the fire. He hated the cold, he couldn't stand it. Not even a little breeze. It would just set him off and Farkle did not want to accidentally hurt any of his friends again during his relapses. Billy still had the scar from the stiches on his shoulder. He wouldn't hurt anyone again. Except this asswipe. For him, Farkle felt a hot white lump in his chest. A fire waiting to burst.

"This is why we have you here Farkle," Billy said in a melancholy tone.

"Gee, thanks," Farkle mumbled as he poked the fire with a stick.

"You know what he means Tree Fark," Zay joked. Farkle glared daggers and Zay backed up slightly.

"What do you think Lucas?" Billy asked. All three eyes flew to the boy leaning against a single tree solemnly, apart of the group yet slightly isolated.

The green eyed brawn glared at the ground, his hands curled into fists. Though he hadn't said anything, he listened and the boys considered him a member of the conversation. Lucas turned around, the sea foam orbs that were usually calm and at bay wild and thrashing. "I think," Lucas said with every word laced with a thick coat of venom. "We need to kill the fucking bastard. Even if it costs us our lives."

"It's not that simple Maya," Riley warned. "You can't just leave!" she whispered harshly. Even with the door closed, Riley didn't think it was beneath the king to wire Maya's room. If he could slaughter five year olds with no remorse, spying on his daughter was charity work.

"But Riley, don't you go out all the time?" Maya asked. The two were sitting on Maya's bed. The two had just finished Maya's tutoring session when she introduced her idea to Riley. Riley, in response, closed their bedroom door and shut the windows. Maya wasn't sure why Riley was so worried. But Maya didn't know. She had not spent a day out of the castle. She only knew what her father told her and Riley taught her. Whenever Maya tried to get information out of Riley, she would tremble in fear and shut Maya out. Maya wanted to know why. For seventeen years, she lived in the fantasy her father, King Kermit of Harts, made for her.

"Yes, I do Maya. But with permission!" Riley exclaimed. "You can't leave without permission! You're father will have my head!"

Maya frowned at the comment, "Riley, how could you say something like that? My father is a sweet man. He would never do something so vile."

Riley smiled bitterly. Maya did not know the truth. The truth that if crossed, her father could be mistaken for the Devil's evil twin. She licked her lips, contemplating whether or not she should tell Maya the truth.

"Riley!" Maya exclaimed, nudging her shoulder. Riley shook her head, what had she been thinking? Telling Maya the truth would be useless, it was far too late for that. She frowned at her predicament. If only she had told her sooner.

"Maya, you can't go into the main land. At least not with me," Riley said with a strong voice.

Maya bit her lip before saying what she had been thinking. "Do you think Josh would take me?"

Riley's eyes widened. "What? Josh?" Joshua Matthews was Riley's eldest brother and also Maya's battle instructor. Riley had known Maya felt attracted to Josh and often teased her about it. But if Maya asked Josh to take her to the main land, he wouldn't hesitate to report her. It wasn't that he wanted to, his life, and his family's, depended on it. If he were to hide such a matter and be caught, the punishment could be death.

"No, don't ask Josh," Riley desperately said. "I'll take you." She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.

Maya's baby blue eyes brightened, "Really Riles? Thank you!" She tackled Riley in a hug and squealed unintentionally. Riley giggled at her best friend's unusual girly antics. The two hugged but Riley was worried. If the king found out Riley took Maya out of the bubble he had so carefully crafted, he really would kill her. The king had made that very clear when he first appointed her. And Riley was not one to forget easily.