I'm back! Wow, it took me a long time to update this time! College is keeping me busy, but hopefully these days I'll have more time to write ^.^

I left you with a pretty cliffhanger in the last chapter hehe. Now You'll see what happens. This is somewhat fast-paced, and I might rewrite it, but I'm not sure. Anyways, here is the chapter. The ending is coming closer and closer, though it's not here yet! I have MANY surprises in store for you all who are still reading this :) I also have a lot of heartbreak in store... But good things too! Many of you call me evil, and you might be right, but c'mon, I'm also a gentle little thing that likes to give from joy from time to time! But yeah, be prepared for all kinds of things in the next few chapters... I'm just asking you to trust me, I know what I'm doing, I promise. Everything that I do, I've planned carefully. Also, I know that the plot is a bit crazy. Sorry, I invented it when I was still in High School and I was incredibly bored during one of my math classes and I suddenly thought "hey, let's write some extremely crazy SanSan modern AU, yay!"

I hope that you review, and please, ignore the autocorrect crap. I'll fix it, pinky promise. now I'm off to bed, cause it's morning already and I haven't slept!

EMJOY!

Chapter 56. Same Old War.

The shock of the revelation had left them all speechless. The silence was only broken by the noise of the commotion that was happening outside the mansion, where witnesses of the attack were standing, outside the gates unable to believe what had just happened. The only other thing that could be heard above the heavy silence was the sound of the hostages' ragged breathing and the muffled cries of Myrcella and Tommen, who couldn't take their eyes off the guns that were being pointed at all of them.

Aegon Targaryen looked at all of them one by one, taking in their shocked, confused, and even scared expressions. When his gaze fell of Tywin Lannister, the look in his eyes hardened and they seemed to darken a shade. The expression on his face was that of a very dangerous man. Tywin Lannister glared back at him, but all the effect that had was making Aegon smirk. He looked at the youngest ones in the room last, and his expression softened. Tommen and Myrcella's breaths caught in their chest when they saw the man looked at them, but they didn't cower in fear like children. They took a quick look at the rest of the family and straightened their backs and held their heads high, trying to be brave. Almost immediately Aegon's expression softened, and he turned around to look at two of his men.

"Get them out of here," he commanded. There was a bit of gentleness in his voice. "Take them somewhere safe."

The two men, whose faces were covered in golden masks just like everyone else's, simply bowed their heads and obeyed. They lowered their guns and released the two confused siblings from their bondages and helped them up to stand on their feet before taking them away.

"No, Mom!" Myrcella cried, holding out a hand towards Cersei, trying to reach her, but one of the men pushed her towards the door. "Mom, no! I'm not going to leave her! Mom!"

"Myrcella, go!" Cersei exclaimed, urging her daughter to stop fighting and take that opportunity to be free.

Both Myrcella and Tommen looked at their mother with eyes full of tears and fear, but after an encouraging nod from Cersei they finally yielded and allowed themselves to be taken away from there and out of the Red Keep mansion. All the channels were broadcasting live what was happening, and millions of people watched as the two Baratheon siblings were taken out of the mansion. There was a collective gasp from the people standing outside the gates when they saw the two youths coming out of the mansion snorted by two of the masked men, but everybody happily cheered as soon as they saw that both of them were set free. Myrcella and Tommen hesitated and looked back at the mansion for a couple of seconds, but then they ran towards the gates, which were opened for a brief moment so that they could get out and then they were closed again. A group of policemen that had arrived after the attack started immediately approached Myrcella and Tommen and they escorted to a patrol car to take them somewhere safe, away from there.

Inside the mansion Cersei heard the cheerful exclamations of the people and knew that her children were safe and she sighed, feeling an enormous wave of relief washing over her. That was all that mattered to her, that her children were going to be fine. Now she only had to worry about Joffrey, but he was also safe for the moment.

She was the only person in the group of hostages that wasn't tense anymore. Everybody else had their eyes locked on the guns pointed at them, on the golden masks of their captors, and on the smirking face of Aegon Targaryen. Tywin Lannister was the one whose attitude was prouder and colder, and he almost didn't even blink as he glared at the purple eyes of the young man standing in front of him. Aegon raised an eyebrow, amused by the defiance in Tywin's green eyes.

"Are you surprised?" he asked, speaking for the first time since he had ordered the youngest member of the family to be liberated.

"A little. I was expecting your aunt," Tywin said, keeping his tone ice-cold.

"Aunt Daenerys was going to come, in fact. But, as things go, she happened to meet someone in the Middle East... Now she is happily married, she has an adorable kid, many horses, a big house with a red door and a lemon tree in the yard in front of her window, jus like she always wanted..." Aegon told the man, narrowing his purple eyes as he spoke. "But she did tell me to send you her regards. I have to thank her, I wouldn't have gotten this far without her help. I wanted to share this moment of victory with her, but she already has a happy life, and I am very happy for her... That wasn't enough for me, though. I couldn't be happy, not until I saw all of your worthless selves here, in front of me, on your knees..."

"Is that why you have come?" Tywin spat. "For revenge?"

"Oh no, my dear Tywin. Revenge doesn't do it for me. I've come to get claim what is rightfully mine! A political career, a normal life... You know, what you and your dear son-in-law took away from me."

"We ended your grandfather's dictatorship, that is all."

"And you did well, the old man was a fool, he had it coming," Aegon admitted with calm. His voice and his expression were sincere, he truly wasn't angry about his grandfather's fate, and that confused the Lannisters... But there was a lot of anger burning with the force of wildfire in the young Targaryen's eyes, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. He took a few steps until he was directly in front of Tywin Lannister, and he crouched in front of the man to look at him directly in the eyes. "But the rest of us were innocent. My parents, my sister, my uncle, my aunt, my grandmother... What guilt did we have for my grandfather's crimes? He was a dictator, a tyrant, and the rest of us just happened to be his family. But this blasted country didn't give it a second thought before forcing all of us into exile! No one even cared that my parents were killed. We were forced to leave our lives behind and try to love again, far away from home, with everyone treating us like we should be ashamed of being who we are! We had to depend of the charity of others, and we never had the opportunity to pursue our dreams, no matter where we went, who we asked..."

"You won't get anything by coming here and killing us! You are digging your own grave!"

"On the contrary, I have a bright future here," Aegon corrected Tuwin with a smile full of satisfaction on his face. "You see, the world hated my grandfather, the awful dictator, and they hate my family... But there is someone that they now hate as much, if not even more, than they hate us. Your grandson."

"Stay away from Joffrey!" Cersei a Lannister hissed furiously, but Aegon ignored her.

"It didn't take a lot to discover what he had done to Ned Stark. In fact, it surprised me that no one figured it out sooner!" he exclaimed in a mocking and shocked tone. His smirk never left his face. "After I knew what he had done and that he was running for Presidency, I knew that I finally had a chance of coming back, and I would do it triumphantly. It was even better when he started killing his way through the elections. Oh, the joy of knowing that no one was discovering his dirty little secrets! All I had to do was wait for the right moment to use all that information in my benefit. That's why I had to keep him alive, I actually saved him from some people who were trying to put him six feet underground. He was of no use to me dead! Until now, of course."

"Do you really want to kill Joffrey? How is that going to help you?"

Aegon laughed. He actually laughed that time, like a small child that was watching his favorite comedy show in TV. There was pure joy in his beautiful and almost inhuman purple eyes, and his face lit up with amusement.

"How is it going to help?!" he repeated, almost as if he couldn't believe that the man was asked such a question. Wasn't it obvious? "Oh, Lannister, you are so naive! Allow me to finish my little story, I'm sure you will understand everything once I do. You see, you offered me the country in a silver platter. Joffrey did most of it, unknowingly, by being such a sociopath. The entire country hates him. Seven hells, the entire world hates him! I've already told you, all I had to do was wait until the information about him became public. I didn't want to wait so long, but that accursed Robb Stark won the elections and everybody loved him. I was trying to figure out a way of getting him out of my way; after all, his father was involved in my family's downfall as well... But he was just too perfect, and it was going to be hard to get rid of him. I was lucky, though, because then my spies found out that Joffrey had bought Frey's loyalty and he was going to stage a little accident, and that was just perfect for me. It was all I needed for my plan to work. Once Joffrey's hands were stained with the blood of so many loved and innocent people, he practically handed the presidency over to me. I knew that his wife and her lover- oh, yes, I know all about that!- were trying to out him, so I provided a little help without them knowing. I sent Varys to contact Clegane, and he did what was necessary. Varys has always wanted a Targaryen back in power. And now that Joffrey is refusing to stand down from power and hand himself over to the authorities, there is nothing that can save him. He is the villain, he is a great threat to the nation. And I will be the hero that saves it. Everybody will love me, and they will welcome me back and beg for my forgiveness."

Everybody had fallen silent after his confession, horrified by his plans that had been made years ago and had been carefully executed. It was clear to them now that Aegon Targaryen wasn't joking, he really was there to destroy them and take back the power and his bring his family name back to it's former glory, and he had no qualms about what he had to do in order to do it. There was something in him that reminded all of them of Joffrey. Aegon, just like Joffrey, could appear to be the perfect golden boy if he wanted to, but he was very dangerous, and now he had them all at his mercy. His smirk was particularly similar to the Joffrey's. It was the same power-hungry and charming yet angry smirk that hid a core of madness underneath a thick layer of cleverness and deceit.

"You are mad!" Tyrion Lannister exclaimed, speaking for the first time since he had been dragged into the drawing room. Aegon glared at him with amusement.

"Maybe. But I will get what I want."

"You won't," Tywin insisted. "The people will see you as a murderer. Killing Joffrey will get you nowhere, you are just a mercenary."

"You are mistaken," Aegon said, and his voice turned colder, harder. There was something dark hidden in it. "I will be saving thousands of lives from the cruelty of you grandson. Once the people know the truth-"

"More truth?" Tyrion mocked, earning yet another glare from Aegon.

"Yes, more truth. Joffrey isn't just refusing to stand down, he is also dead set on fighting hard, no matter how many lives it costs to the country," once he took in the confused expressions that took over everybody, including Tywin, he smiled again. "He didn't tell you, did he? I thought you knew all his plans and secrets."

"Tell me what?"

"About the bombings. The bombings that he planned to attack his new enemies. He doesn't want to go down without a good fight, if he's doomed he will doom the entire country with him. It's just like what my grandfather wanted to do, but... you stopped him," he murmured, turning his attention to Jaime Lannister, who was on his knees and completely silent, almost invisible until then. "And just as you stopped him back then, I will stop Joffrey now, but not without letting everyone know what his sick plans are. Varys is broadcasting all the information about the bombings now. Believe me, everyone will want me in power after they see that and know that I came to save them."

"Don't touch my son!" Cersei Lannister screamed. She tried to get back on her feet with the full intention of throwing herself against Aegon and hit him and scratch him and hurt him and do anything that was necessary to stop him from hurting her beloved eldest son. However, being tied up as she was, there wasn't much she could do. One of the masked men held her down, but she tried to fight back. Aegon looked at her with a bit of admiration, but he was also annoyed by the interruption. "I will kill you! If you touch my son I swear I will feed you your own eyeballs!"

"Charming."

Jaime Lannister suddenly used the distraction that his twin sister had caused to his advantage. He had managed to get untied without anyone noticing, and using his excellent military skills he had gotten up on his feet in a second and had punched the masked me that was standing by his side in the face, knocking him out and taking his machine gun. Before anyone could react Jaime was already shooting many of the masked men, who dropped dead as soon as Jaime started firing the weapon. He was too fast and too lethal, and for a second it looked like he was going to make it, like he was going to kill them all and free his family.

However, there were too many masked men, and the ones that were left reacted quickly. Jaime was already aiming the machine gun at Aegon, ready to shoot him and kill him, when suddenly give different masked people aimed their guns at him and shot at the same time. Before Jaime could shoot, all the bullets hit him. He shook several times in the air because of the force of the impact, and he dropped the gun. Then his lifeless body dropped to the floor, covered in wounds and blood. He had tried, he had really tried, but he had failed.

"JAIME!" Cersei shrieked. She tried to go next to her dead brother, but they stopped her. "NO! JAIME! JAIME! YOU MONSTER!" she screamed at Aegon, who was I gazed by the situation. Everyone else was pale and completely horrified. Tyrion Lannister looked like he was about to break down in tears, and their father had an expression on his face that no one had ever seen before on him, not since his wife had died. It looked as if his world had shattered in a million pieces, and it was all crumbling to a like of scattered ashes at his feet. His son, his beloved heir, his golden boy... was gone. For once in his entire life Tywin looked speechless and scared.

Cersei was still crying and screaming, but she was silenced when Aegon aimed at her head with his own gun. "Shut up, or you will be next!"

With a lot of difficulty Cersei tried to calm down and remain silent, though she was unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face. Everyone stared at Aegon no longer trying to be brave and proud. They were really scared now, and devastated, and that made Aegon smile once again. He didn't enjoy other people's suffering, but he was enjoying the fact that he was winning. He looked at all of then in the eyes.

"Now, you are going to tell me how to get into that bunker. My men are working to break the security system, but that is going to take time and, honestly, I have waited enough," he said, speaking very clearly and carefully, almost gently. He raised his gun in the air as he spoke. "Or I will have to do this the hard way. Who is going to be next?"

Sandor had gone that night to the nearest pub to get a decent drink. His sister didn't have any alcoholic beverages in her house, and she refused to buy any when he requested her some. She insisted that alcohol was bad, and Sandor was forced to go outside if he wanted to simply havens drink or get posses drunk. He knew that he shouldn't be doing that, he couldn't risk being seen by anyone that would recognize him and tell Joffrey where he was. That his former boss had let him go once didn't guarantee that the little fucker wouldn't change his mind and send someone to hunt him down and kill him, specially after the knife incident. Joffrey had to know that he had been involved, it was impossible that he hadn't linked him to that. Sandor just hoped that Joffrey hadn't discovered that Rickon had helped him, or that Sansa had also been somewhat involved. He hadn't heard any news about them in weeks, and he was worried, but he had chosen to believe that they were alright. Joffrey was already in a delicate enough situation as it was to get more shit thrown on him, so it wasn't convenient that he hurt any of the remaining Starks if he didn't want to anger the world even more. Sandor couldn't wait until that whole mess was over, and he could be with his little bird again. She was due to give birth soon, and he hurt at the thought of not being able to welcome his child into the world. Things looked even worse with each passing day, and even though he wasn't a religious man he found himself praying so that Joffrey didn't decide to do something completely stupid and hurt Sansa and their child in an act of revenge or pure anger.

That was the reason why he needed a drink so urgently; he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't sit in his sister's couch all day, not doing anything but watch TV and staring at the ceiling. It was driving him crazy. He had left the apartment that night while Michelle was working on the hospital in the night shift. She was being so good to him, so caring and understanding. It felt nice to have a family again, someone who shared his blood and loved him. Sandor had almost forgotten what that felt like, and being with his sister was the only source of happiness that he had as of late. He just wished that the situation was a better one.

The bartender already knew him well after visiting the pub so many times, and he was already serving him a glass of beer even before Sandor sat down on a stool in the bar. He made a small gesture of gratitude with his had and started drinking, wanting to drown himself in alcohol and pass out to forget all his hardships.

"You don't look so good today, Clegane," the bartender commented, noticing the pitiful state of the man. Sandor shrugged.

"I've had a rough couple of years..."

"That bad, huh? Well, don't pass out in my bar again. It's fucking difficult to move around a man as big as yourself, and I don't want to deal with your angry sister again when she comes to pick you up!"

Sandor only managed to give a half-hearted half smile to the man, not feeling in the mood to joke around but also not wanting to be completely rude. His little bird had changed that in him. In the last he hadn't given a single fuck about being nice or rude to the people, but ever since he met her and fell in love with her and spent time with her he had changed for the better somehow. His change was mostly only with her, but he had noticed a change in behavior with other people as well. Sansa had awoken the gentle side of him again, the side that had been hidden from the world since he was a child and suffered the cruelty and abuse of his brother and later of everyone else.

The bartender noticed that Sandor needed to be alone with his thoughts and left to serve other clients. Sandor continued to drink, lost in his thoughts and memories and regrets and worries and hopes, not really minding anything that was going on around him. It wasn't until someone exclaimed loosely that he came back to reality, and he noticed that everyone around him had their eyes fixed on a small TV in a corner of the ceiling of the pub. Most night what was broadcasted was sports and other kinds of silly programs that had no interest whatsoever for Sandor, but that night was different. What he saw immediately caught his eye, and he put all his attention on the news. There was footage being shown of the Red Keep mansion, and he didn't like what but what he saw. Dead bodies on the lawn, armed men wearing golden masks...

What the fuck...? Sandor thought, not understanding what was going on. But then it hit him, and his eyes widened with horror and shock as soon as he read the caption at the bottom of the screen. The Red Keep mansion was being attacked... and Sansa was inside. "Fuck!" he cursed, but no one paid him any attention. He wouldn't have scared, anyways. No no no no, this can't be happening, it can't, no, please... Little bird!

The newscaster spoke, delivering the news of what was happening. Apparently, the leader of the attack had already made himself known. It was Aegon Targaryen, and he had send made public some interesting information about Joffrey that added more to the pile of shit that the President already was buried to the neck in. The whole country was in an outrage after learning what Joffrey had done and what he was planning to do if a war broke out, which was the most likely thing given the situation. He had ordered several important places to be bombed, as he would not tolerate to go down without destroying everything around him first. Aegon had provided the world with all kinds of proof on that that his spies had recently found. Documents, phone conversations, recordings... Joffrey had definitely hit rock bottom...

He's mad! Sandor thought, but that wasn't news to him. He had know for a long time already. The whole country already also knew thanks to the information that he had provided to Varys that the President was a monster, but now everyone was seeing that Joffrey would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. The same people that were horrified before about the attack on the presidential mansion were now shouting and chanting, demanding Joffrey's head.

For a second Sandor felt good. There was no way that Joffrey would get out of that! But his joy was short-loved, because Sansa was also inside the mansion, and that meant that she was in grave danger. He could just stay there, he had to do something!

He quickly paid for the beer that he hadn't gotten to finish and he ran outside the pub. He didn't have his own car now that he wasn't working anymore, but that he was able to take Michelle's car because a coworker had picked her up and given her a ride to the hospital. That's some fucking good luck, Sandor thought as he ran towards the apartment building and into the garage, junking inside the car. He had been lucky that he had decided to take the car keys when he left the apartment, just in case he needed them for some reason.

"I'm coming, Sansa," he muttered to himself as he started the car and sped out of the garage. He sounded desperate. He just hoped that it wasn't too late, that Sansa or his unborn child hadn't been hurt in any way. "I'm coming... Please, just hold on, little bird..."

He literally had no plans. He didn't know how he was going to get in, or what he was going to do or how he was going to fight against all those armed men that were all over the Red Keep mansion, which had turned into hell in the last hour, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to get there, and then he would do anything that was in his hands to save Sansa. He would do anything in his power to get her out of there, even if it was the last thing he did...

As he furiously drove through the streets of King's Landing, not giving a fuck about the speed limit or the road signs, he started quickly thinking about a plan that might work... Whatever, he didn't care, he just needed to get into that mansion and get out with Sansa, and quickly, before something went horribly wrong.

He had a strong feeling that something like that was going to happen...

Not much had changed inside the Red Keep mansion in the last half an hour. The crowd of people outside the gates kept growing bigger and bigger by the minute, the exclamations and shouts and chants of the people kept becoming louder and louder, all of them protesting against Joffrey and cheering Aegon, applauding his actions. Aegon contemplated everything through the window, unable to stop smiling to himself after witnessing that spectacle. He found it incredibly amusing how easy it was to change people's minds. Not even an hour ago the barely knew him by his name, but they simply hated him because of who he was, because of his surname, because of the sins of a member of his family. Now they loved him, just as he had predicted. It had been a very risky plan, that he knew. It could have backfired in a thousand different ways, but he had had faith and he had been confident that it would work, and there he was now. In the Red Keep mansion from which his grandfather had once led the nation, fairly in the beginning, cruelly in the end. That had condemned Aegon and his entire family to years of living like criminals, always hiding, always running, always bowing their heads in shame and trying to get as little attention as possible to avoid any kinds of conflict. Aegon had grown sick and tired of it. All he wanted was to be back in his homeland, take back what he had lost in such an unfair way, and pursue his dreams. He wanted a political career, one that would take his nation to the upmost glory. He was unable to do that in a foreign country, so if he wanted his dreams and ambitions to become true he had to return, and he hadn't stopped to rest for a single second until he had managed that. He had done the impossible; he had travelled the world to find men and women loyal to him, that would serve him. Military and mercenaries that would do anything for him, that would help him on the most difficult parts of the journey. He had had to stay one or two steps away, always. One step ahead of Joffrey, of the Lannisters, of the Starks, even of the Faceless Men… That had been hard, but he had managed it, and now no one could stop him.

I did it, Joffrey, he thought to himself as he looked outside the window, observing he angry crowd who didn't seem to be bothered by all the dead bodies on the lawn anymore. I've won…

Or so he told himself, though it wasn't completely true. He still had to manage to get into the damn bunker, which was proving to be a bit more difficult than he had hoped, but his most capable men were already working on that. Soon the door would be open, and they would be able to descend into the bunker and get to Joffrey. The people were already asking for his demise, angered beyond every limit by the information that Aegon had released to them. He hadn't lied, Joffrey was really planning to blow up several cities, towns, and important places if things went very wrong for him. He still had enough control and power and people loyal to him to give the order. The knowledge that he had killed the Starks and Theon Greyjoy and had done many other horrible things had already angered Westeros and turned the world against him, but the information released today was the straw that broke the camel. No one would forgive Joffrey for that, and if they didn't already think he was a monster before, they sure did now. Aegon knew he had struck gold when his spies told him about the planned bombings. Joffrey had literally given him Westeros in a silver platter.

Aegon would have wanted to do everything in the normal way and have a normal life and a normal career, but since that hadn't been possible, he had been forced to do what he was doing. And he didn't regret it one bit. Seeing the result that he had obtained proved to him that it had been worth it. Westeros didn't hate him anymore. On the contrary: just as it was planned, he had become their savior in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he broke into that damn bunker, he would deliver Joffrey's dead body to them, and then he would be ready to receive his reward.

The hostages were refusing to accelerate the process and tell him how to get into the damn bunker. He knew that at least Tywin Lannister knew how to get in, and he wasn't sure if Kevan also knew. He knew for sure that Jaime Lannister had known how to get inside, but they had had to kill him. That stupid idiot had tried to escape and kill them all, but he hadn't been able to take on all of them. What he had done was a suicide move, really. There was no way that he had really thought that he could stand against all of them alone and win! Maybe that was just was desperation did to people…

He wanted to kill them, all of them. He had a particular hatred for that family since the civil war, and also for the Starks and the Baratheons. He knew that there were two Starks in the mansion, but they were inside the bunker as well. Aegon didn't plan on hurting them, though. That would just ruin his plans, because the whole world wanted to see them be freed from Joffrey's claws. Besides, the First Lady was pregnant, and her younger brother was just a kid. He couldn't hurt them; he wasn't a monster! That was why he had let Tommen and Myrcella Baratheon leave, because they were too young and they did not deserve being in that situation because of their family's sins. Aegon did not want to see people put in the same position as he was put after the civil war. However, he still wanted his revenge. He had already had a little bit of his revenge against the Lannisters with the death of their precious Jaime, and he would soon have more of his revenge after killing Joffrey and becoming the new President of Westeros. He couldn't wait for that to happen…

But killing Joffrey wasn't enough revenge against the Baratheons. Joffrey identified more with the Lannister family, anyways. Aegon found the solution to his little problem as soon as he laid eyes on one of the hostages: Gendry Baratheon.

Aegon looked at Gendry with disgust. He was a carbon copy of his father Robert, who had usurped the power from the hands of Aerys Targaryen. When he looked at the young man, Aegon saw nothing more than the man that he had hated intensely ever since the war. He knew that Gendry had ever been involved in politics and that he was innocent, but Aegon didn't care. That was his flaw, and it was that he couldn't let go of the past. He wanted to put a bullet in the forehead of that man that resembled so much the man that was the symbol of the defeat that the Targaryens had suffered. Aegon knew that he should be patient. He was very good at waiting; he had done it for years. But he couldn't do it anymore.

He turned to look at Gendry, who was on his knees, tied like all the other hostages, Cersei Lannister still cried over the body of he beloved twin brother, and Tyrion Lannister had gotten sick and emptied his stomach on the carpet in front of him. Tywin and Kevan were the only ones that remained completely calm, apart from gendry and the bodyguards. The latters were almost invisible in that whole situation. Aegon glared for a moment at Gregor Clegane. He had heard rumors that that giant man had had an unfortunate encounter with his mother in the past, but he didn't know whether those rumors were true or not. He intended to find out later, and if it turned out that they were true, Clegane could be assured that he would not have the mercy of a quick death. But what was important to Aegon at the moment was Gendry, and making him become a corpse just like Jaime Lannister, who was on the floor surrounded by a pool of his own dark blood.

Aegon took a step towards Gendry and he raised his gun, aiming it at the man's head. Everyone gasped, as they were not expecting that, and Gendry's eyes became wide. He was scared, though he was trying not to show it. There was more defiance in his eyes than anything else, but still Aegon could see the distressed look hidden behind the man's bright blue eyes. It didn't bring him pleasure to make people suffer, he wasn't Joffrey Baratheon... But he wanted his revenge, and he wanted it badly, even though deep down he knew it wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair, was it? So they just had so suck it up.

"What are you doing?" Gendry asked, alarmed and unable to take his eyes off the gun in Aegon's hands.

Aegon took a few seconds to reply. The room was filled with a tense and deadly silence that wasn't interrupted anymore even by Cersei's mournful cries. She had become silent, just like everyone else, and they all watched as Aegon continued to point his gun straight at Gendry's forehead. If he shot then, he wouldn't miss.

"I'm sorry," he said, not the least bit genuinely apologetic. "You are next."

He was about to pull the trigger when he felt a slight movement behind him, and he knew, deep within himself, that something in his plan had failed. Something was wrong; he couldn't see it, but he could feel it... It was very wrong. His failure was confirmed as soon as he heard a female voice speaking behind him.

"No, you are," were the last words he heard. "Valar Morghulis."

The masked woman behind him, who everyone had thought to be a man until then, had raised and aimed her gun at the back of Aegon's head as soon as he had started his attempt to kill Gendry. Before he could do anything, the woman pulled the trigger. A loud bang! filled the drawing room, and the bullet quickly entered through the back of Aegon's head, piercing his skull and his brain, and exited through a small hole in the right side of his forehead. The bullet went on to bury itself on the wall on the other side of the room, and Aegon's lifeless body fell on the floor. Before anyone could quite register in their minds what had just happened, four other masked people raised their guns and aimed them at the other masked men and before anyone could react they shot them all dead. One of the masked men loyal to Aegon managed to pull the trigger of his gun, but it was right after he was shot in the chest by the man standing next to the woman. His shot went in the wrong direction and it ended up hitting Senator Kevan Lannister in the chest, instantly killing him. Tywin Lannister did react that time, shouting angrily at the death of his brother. No one listened to him; that place was mayhem.

In a few seconds everyone but the remaining hostages and the five traitors in golden masks remained alive. The hostages looked at them with eyes wide with shock and confusion. Then, the woman that had shot and killed Aegon Targaryen lowered her gun and pulled off her mask. Underneath the golden mask was a young woman, with short ash-blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes and a face full of freckles. No one recognized her until she pulled off her wig, revealing short straight brown hair underneath, and she took off her contact lenses, letting them see the real grey color of her eyes. Then she started peeling off her own skin, or rather the fake skin that she had put in to become someone new, someone that wouldn't be recognized. But now that was gone, and everyone in that place was able to recognize her. Gendry couldn't believe his eyes.

"Arya!" he cried with joy, but also with worry.

The other four people also took off their masks. Jaqen H'ghar was the man standing next to Arya, and he pulled off his dark wig to reveal his original red and white hair. The other three were other Faceless Men. Arya ran towards Gendry and kneeled at his side, taking out a knife from her pocket and cutting his bondages to free him.

"I told you I would come back," she told him. She sounded extremely angry, and with reason. She had just stopped her boyfriend from being mercilessly killed. As soon as Gendry was freed from his bondages he grabbed Arya's face between his hands and he kissed her. It was a brief kiss, but intense and passionate nonetheless. There was relief in that kiss, and gratitude and love and worry and a hundred other emotions. Arya's expression softened as she looked at Gendry, and she ran a hand through his hair. It looked like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Her expression hardened again. "You have to leave. Now."

"What?! No!" Gendry protested. The other Faceless Men were busy untying the other hostages, except Tywin Lannister, and no one was paying any attention to the couple. "Arya, I won't leave you here!"

"I'm not asking!" she insisted. It was then that shouts and screams and shots could be heard from the corridors outside the drawing room. The other men than Aegon had taken with him to take over the Red Keep mansion were being surprised in that very moment by the Faceless Men disguised among them, and war was breaking out inside the mansion. Arya looked worried. "Gendry, please, this is not going to be pretty..."

"That's why I can't leave you here, come with me!" he insisted.

Gregor and Meryn, who had been among the hostages, used the distracted state that everybody was in to break free of the bounds, and they took some weapons and cowardly ran out of the room. Arya saw them in the last minute and cursed when they left, but she wasn't quick enough to shoot them. She threw an angry glare at Gendry.

"You are leaving. Now," it wasn't a request, it was an order. With one single look Gendry knew that he had nothing to do with that argument, that Arya wouldn't change her mind. She had come with a goal and she wouldn't stop until she succeeded, but he also knew that she would take him out of that place even if she had to knock him out first. Reluctantly, he agreed, and Arya's expression softened then. "Everything will be alright," she promised.

Gendry doubted that, but he trusted her. They both stood up on their feet and, after sharing an intense look, Arya walked way from him and towards Jaqen, who was standing next to Tywin Lannister. The man had finally been untied, but Jaqen was holding him down. Cersei and Tyrion had been freed and they were leaving; only Cersei stopped and looked back. She frowned when she saw that her father wasn't coming with them. Tyrion didn't care, he just left. One of the Faceless Men forced Cersei to keep moving, and she reluctantly left and went towards the main entrance of the mansion, where she could head then to safety.

"I'm letting her go because of Tommwn and Myrcella," Arya told Tywin once everyone had left. Only she, Jaqen and Gendey were left in the drawing room, not counting all the corpses around them of course. "They don't deserve to lose their mother like I lost mine, even after she condoned Joffrey's actions and his behavior... But you won't be so lucky. You were his accomplice."

"Are you going to kill me?" Tywin asked, though he already knew the answer. Arya knew that he knew, so she just returned his ice-cold glare. They had met a couple times in the last. Tywin Lannister had thought that she was a fascinating girl with a lot of potential. He would have never in his wildest dreams have thought that she would bring him his demise. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

"I'm just enjoying the moment. Just so you know, this is personal," she said right before aiming her gun at his head and pulling the trigger.

Just like Jaime and Kevan and Aegon before him, Tywin's limp body fell on the carpet, right next to his brother. He was dead, and at last part of Arya's promise was fulfilled. She didn't necessarily feel better, but she did feel like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders.

The shooting continued in the corridors. Outside the mansion, no one really knew what was going on. It was complete chaos.

"We have to go," Jaqen told Arya. She nodded, and together both of them and Gendry left the drawing room, throwing themselves head first into the war zone that the mansion had become.

Things weren't going much better in the bunker than they were going outside. In fact, the situation couldn't be worse.

Establishing communication with the outside was proving to be impossible. Somehow the people that had attacked had managed to hack part of the system and leave them completely isolated and unaware of what was going on. They didn't know who was attacking or why, or if things were better now or worse than before. They knew nothing, and they didn't know whether they were safe or in danger or if the others were alive or dead.

Joffrey and Boros had retired to be side of the bunker while Sansa and Rickon remained together in the opposite side. Sansa had sat on the hard and cold floor, wishing there was someplace more comfortable in there. Her labor pains were not getting any better, and she felt that the stress and the fear were just making the pain of the contractions to be much worse than it should. She tried to keep quiet, but she couldn't. She was panicking. Was she going to give birth there? She didn't want to! What is something went wrong? What if someone got complicated? What if her baby was sick, or if she needed urgent medical care?! Sansa felt like she was suffocating. Rickon sensed her distress and held her hand. When Sansa felt pain she squeezed her brother's hand, and it somehow made her feel safer and stronger.

But her cries were annoying Joffrey. He hadn't stopped pacing all over the place, and he was going mad because of the lack of knowledge of what was going on outside and because of his wife's cries. She tried to keep them down the best she could, but it just wasn't possible. In the end, Joffrey snapped.

"Will you cut that out?!"

"Shut up, asshole!" Rickon angrily exclaimed. He too was very distressed with the whole situation. Sansa knew that he was panicking because Myrcella was outside, and she felt terrible that she hadn't been able to make it to the elevator. But she was happy that her brother was safe and there with her.

"She is driving me crazy!"

"Suck it up!"

Sansa did her best to remain as quiet as she could. It was bad enough to be locked up in a bunker with Joffrey while she was in labor, and she didn't want to make that horrible even worse by angering him. The problem was that he was already angered, and he wasn't getting any better.

"This is all your fault..." Joffrey muttered under his breath as he paced around the bunker. "It's your fault..."

Rickon wasn't in the mood to be messed with either. He glared at Joffrey. "Our fault?!"

"Yes!" Joffrey shrieked. He was hysterical, and the look on his wide eyes was psychotic and dangerous. "I know that you were involved... The truth... It is all because of you..." He wasn't speaking to Rickon, but to Sansa instead. "Everything was perfect until you opened your big fucking mouth! None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you, you worthless fucking whore!"

"Hey, watch it!" Rickon shouted, but Joffrey ignored him. Sansa didn't say anything, she just glared at her husband, unable to utter many coherent words at the moment.

"They all want me dead because of you... I should have killed you long ago, just like I killed your stupid daddy, and your brother and your mother," Joffrey hissed, and slowly his voice became taunting and mocking. He even laughed. It was a laugh that send icy shivers down their spines. "Yes, I should have done that. Perhaps it isn't too late... Perhaps I still can."

Before Sansa could fully understand what her husband was just said, Joffrey approached Boros and took his gun without the bodyguard's consent. Boros tried to stop his boss, but it was too late. And the worst thing that could have happened while being locked inside a bunker with Joffrey Baratheon happened in the blink of an eye.

Joffrey pulled the trigger. He wasn't an expert with fire weapons, he always chose other ways of killing his victims, though he was no stranger to them. But he shot with the cold-blood and the expertise of those that have a terrible body-count on their back. Joffrey's wasn't the longest, but it was cruel and brutal, and inhuman. All murder was inhuman, and to him murdering was as easy as breathing the air around him.

The bullet flew straight towards Sansa. For a fraction of a second Sansa really thought that it would hit her, that Joffrey was finally killing her and her baby. That was the worst fear, apart from Sandor getting hurt. But Sandor wasn't there, and she was glad. She was glad because like that she wouldn't have to see him get hurt, and he wouldn't have to see her get hurt.

The bullet was about to hit her. She was going to die, she knew it. She had made it that far, but in the end Joffrey won.

Then Rickon jumped in the way, and the bullet hit him right in the chest.

Muahaha. Aegon didn't last very long... Or did he, really? One can never know... But who needs two evil masterminds when you have Joffrey AND Arya in the same building?! FINALLY!

I can't tell you how much I've been dying to write the next chapter. I hope I can post it soon!Oh, just so you know, I was going to kill Tyrion off but my mother convinced me to spare his life. I was also going to kill Cersei, but I felt merciful tonight. And two more people that were supposed to die are being spared as well, but you will see who they are! Someone else has taken their place, but oh well, had to happen.