Roderich was grabbed roughly from behind and pulled to his feet causing his glasses to fall off. "Well, well, well." Said his captor in his ear. "Am I interrupting something? Are we having a kiss the dead lady exibit?"
Roderich was disgusted. Elizabeta was not an it. So soon after her passing and she was nothing more then an object to be made fun of. Is this where everyone will end up? He wondered. Forgotten when everyone to remember you is gone?
He squinted up at his captors face blankly. He couldn't make out much because of the loss of his glasses except that whoever it was was tall. Really tall with sadistic tendencies.
The man threw him roughly to the ground giving Roderich the opportunity to locate his fallen glasses. His fingers closed around the rim and no sooner than he did, his hand was stepped on. "Oops." Said a new voice. "He wants to see us Mattie, should we let him?" Without waiting for a response Roderich felt his glasses get pulled from his aching hand and placed roughly on his face.
Roderich blinked a couple times and adjusted the frames. Where was Braginski?! He thought. Then he looked up and gasped. His original observation was correct. The man who had grabbed him towered over even Braginski, with large defined muscles and cruel sneer upon his face. His sunglasses rested on the top of his head, a perfect contrast to his long, messy, light blonde hair. A cigarette rested between his lips, but it was unlit. Roderich thought he looked exactly like your typical Wonderland bully with one startling difference. His eyes glowed with a sort of evil intelligence. The kind that makes the teachers take one look at you and plop you right by their desk.
The foot got off his hand and the boy who had stepped on it was no longer in his line of sight, but still as loud as ever.
"Look Matt, he hates your ugly ass face!"
"You should really learn to shut your trap!"
Apparently the other man ignored this comment. "Can I please kill him? You got to kill the twins!"
Matt rolled his eyes and stood up, looking even more intimidating then when he was up in Roderich's face. "What are gonna do that's better than maiming this pathetic POS with barbed wire, hmm?"
He apparently didn't have an answer.
"That's what I thought."
He rolled up his flannel sleeves and pulled a hockey stick wrapped in barbed wire from his back. Roderich scrammbled away until he felt the side of the throne dig into his back. The tip of the stick glinted wickedly in the light bringing promises of pulled fleash and screams for mercy. The barbed wire was covered in crusty brown blood and looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in years. Roderich felt the bile rise in his throat. He held up his hands in a pathetic attempt to shield his face.
The crimson liquid ran across the tiles slowly filling the air with a sickly sweet scent and Roderich lay by his lovers side for the last time in his life.
xXx
Nikolai strode slowly into the room with only one goal in mind. Kill the King. It played in his broken mind like a record. He laid eyes on him, not for the first time. Ever since he was little he had had an unusual obsession with his look alike. He followed him and took pictures. He examined every letter he'd ever sent and knew everything about every person he was close to. He loved him in a weird twisted way. He loved him because he made him who he was today. He loved him because he gave him a purpose.
Braginki was waiting for him, scepter in hand and a look of grim determination on his face.
It bothered Nikolai who had seen almost nothing but smiles in all the years that he "knew" him.
They walked slowly toward each other like animals to their prey.
In the background they could hear Oliver cackling with pleasure as someone was beaten to death. Both men paid it no heed, there only goal was each other.
"Nikolai."
"Ivan."
They continued to stare and walk closer until finally, they were no more then a few steps away. Nikolai was stunned, Ivan didn't look like much, but he had a certain presence that gave him shivers... or maybe it was just the cold.
"I don't want to do this." Nikolai said pulling out a long knife.
Braginski raised his staff. "But we have no choice."
They both moved in an instant and there weapons clashed sending off sparks. They both glared at each other through the X they had created. Nikolai broke away first, having the smaller weapon and made a swipe for Braginski's torso.
Braginski dodged it without trouble and sent Nikolai sprawling with one good hit from his staff. "You were never any match for me, Niki. Give up."
Nikolai spit out blood and growled launching himself once more in his enemies direction. He was so full of anger and bitterness that he was seeing red. He raised his knife, an attack to the head, but changed his direction at the last second and rolled, coming up behind the larger man. He raised a fist, but Braginski was ready and caught the hand. He pulled forward, flipping Nikolai over his shoulders and onto his back.
Nikolai groaned and rolled to his feet with some difficulty. Braginski looked on with pity. "Niki-"
"DON'T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!" He roared pouncing on Braginski with surprising speed. They hit the floor, the King taking most of the impact. There was a sickening crack as Braginski's head hit the ground.
Nikolai, stood and wiped the sweat from his brow. He straightened his suit, adjusted his scarf, and pulled on his gloves. His face held none of the rage it had a second earlier. In fact, a smile pulled at his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sunflower seed.
But this wasn't just any seed. When placed in someone's mouth it grew into a sunflower, it's roots making there way down the wind pipe to squeeze the life out of the victim.
He placed this seed into Ivan's mouth now.
After a few seconds a sunflower head covered his mouth and his face looked almost peaceful.
Nikolai turned around and faced his colleagues. They were standing with open mouths, all of them covered in blood. Matt was the first to recover slinging his hockey stick onto his back.
"Don't we have Kingdoms to organize?" He said slapping Allen on the back. "I have a feeling that we do."
They walked out onto the balcony and screamed shouts of joy to the moon, the others answering there call like wolfs in the night...
