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Schreave Palace, Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 2 Months and 5 weeks into the selection.
Peter was feeling much better about himself after Thanksgiving had come and gone. He had provided generous terms that the rebels were sure to accept and the fight with Phina was finally in the past. However, a damper on his otherwise good mood was that he had to eliminate the first of his elites. As fate would have it, the first elite to be cut would be Pyra Kakashi. After the arrow incident, Peter found that there was just something off about her. Besides, he hadn't really made much of a connection with her as he had with some of the other elites. Peter knew that it would be unkind to lead her on and therefore, he had to cut her.
He searched the palace for Pyra until he found her with Rosaline Carter and Gertrude Reagan in the game room, playing Candy Land. He cleared his throat as the girls curtsied to him.
"Pyra, I was hoping that you and I could talk for a minute." The King said as she looked towards both of her fellow elites.
"Of course...your majesty." Pyra said as she nodded to her comrades as they followed a safe distance behind while she and Peter went into a different room.
"Pyra, I'm sorry but...I'm eliminating you." He said as Pyra surprisingly kept a poker face.
"Are you sure?" She asked with a cold voice.
"Yeah, I've been thinking and, I don't think that we are meant to be together." The King admitted as Pyra stared at him with what seemed like anger in her eyes. Eventually, the girl from Belcourt forced a smile onto her face.
"I understand." Pyra said as Peter was thankful that this was going better than he could have hoped.
"I wish you the best Miss Kakashi." He said as he leaned in and kissed Pyra on the cheek as he moved to leave the room. Meanwhile, Pyra reached into her purse and pulled out her small pistol.
"Peter!" She exclaimed as he turned to her and was stunned to see her pointing a pistol at him.
"What the fuck?" Peter exclaimed as Pyra fired both shots in the gun, hitting the king in the chest. Peter groaned in pain as he fell to the ground while Pyra stood over him in victory.
"THE WORKING CLASS PREVAILS!" Pyra yelled as she raised her fist.
Meanwhile, officer Claude Eisenhower was doing his usual patrol around the palace when he heard 2 gunshots. He quickly pulled out his stun gun and ran towards the shots. He saw two of the elites standing outside a room and he ran towards them.
"Who's in there?" He asked quickly.
"No one." Rosaline said as shouting was heard from inside the room.
"Back away or you're getting teased!" The officer warned as the 2 backed down. He broke through the door to see King Peter crumpled and bleeding on the floor while Pyra Kakashi stood over him with a gun in her hand. Officer Eisenhower immediately fired his stun gun at Pyra who collapsed in a spasmodic fit as the pain ran though her body.
"Shit..." she groaned as He pulled out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on her wrists. Meanwhile, Eisenhower called out for help.
"Someone help, the King has been shot!" He cried out as he kept Pyra pinned to the floor.
Later That Day.
"What the fuck!" Trayvon exclaimed as he, Prime Minister Quince Bush and officer Eisenhower were talking in Peter's office.
"His majesty is in his bedroom which has been converted to a hospital and he is being prepped for surgery to remove the bullets as we speak." Claude reported.
"How did that psycho bitch get a gun inside the palace?" The prime minister inquired angrily.
"I looked over her purse, there was a hidden compartment sewn inside it." Eisenhower answered. "Such methods are used to smuggle small quantities of narcotics, it's almost impossible to notice unless you are trained to look for such fixtures."
"Shit, we finally broker a peace treaty with the rebels and now this?" The Baron of Yonkers whined.
"How do we know that this wasn't planned by the rebels?" Bush asked.
"Miss Aske has gotten on a plane to Midston and Miss Kakashi has no known conservative or rebel affiliations." The officer clarified. "We don't what led her to commit this act, but she is being interrogated presently."
"What about the elites, what do I tell them?" The baron asked.
"You ain't telling them nothing unless I say!" Quince declared. "They'll know what I think they need to know when I think they need to know it. Right now, we need to handle the press and show Illèa that the government is still strong. Prime Minister Bush stormed out as Trayvon collapsed into a chair and began to cry his eyes out for his brother.
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