"And so the game of cat and mouse begins." The king muttered under his breath, somewhat excitedly. But he knew what he had to do, lest the assassins escape after trying to kill his citizens.
In a blink of an eye, the king dashed to behind the wall of the town's main bank. Hidden beside the bank, was one of the assassins who entered the parade. He didn't notice the King rushing towards him.
Laplace's father instantly picked up the assassin by the head, lifting him with one hand, and his other pointing at the thief's temple with his index finger. Then, he spoke, his voice confident and somewhat interrogative. "Who sent you and all your friends?"
The assassin made muffled sounds and tried to shake away from the king's tight grip. The king gave him a chance to speak, and readjusted his hands from the assassin's skull to his neck.
The assassin took a long deep breath and grinned. He prepared himself. "Like I would tell you tha-"
The assassin's pupils rolled up into his head, and blood splattered on the ground. The assassin's brain was blown off from the temple with only the strike of the king's finger. Brain matter and grey matter splatter against the ground, bits and pieces of the bone blown off by the strike mixing in with it.
The assassin's head turned pale and his eyes turned visionless. His tongue flops out of his mouth. He was dead.
"Tch." The king seemed annoyed. He thought: Is he mocking me? How funny!
Crunch! Crimson liquid splattered onto the king's face and clothing. The wall of the bank was practically painted red, and there was something rolling on the floor. It was the head of the assassin. The King had beheaded the assasin.
The rolling head of the late assassin left a trail of blood, nerves and muscle as it continued rolling. The king glared at the torn apart torso of the assasin and ripped out his spine. The king tore apart limbs, broke bones and many more things. He then threw the body in the middle of the now-empty market.
This should be enough to frighten the rest of the mice. The king, Maxwell, thought. He kicked the rolling head multiple times and threw the abnormal body near the well, which was next to two assasins. "Now that I've gotten rid of him, who else should I get rid of?" The king spoke out loud to the assassins, as if mocking them.
I really hate doing this. I was lucky that he decided to die early on. I did not want to have to tear him apart alive.
"Those fruits look pretty appetizing…" the king said while dashing to the next target who was behind the market stand.
"…don't you think, assassin?" The king stared into his soul. The assassin slowly turned his head around, and his eyes widened. His nails were scratching the dirt and he tried to leap up and run away.
"I have some questions for you. Answer them and you can run away." The king spoke with a serious tone, his glare menacing. The assassin could tell he was fully serious.
The assassin nodded nervously. He kept his distance from the king and prepared for his questions. He was terrified.
The king sighed and began his series of questions. "Who is your leader? Where are you from? Are you apart of some rebellion? What was your mission?" His voice has an interrogative tone.
The assasin stood up straight and cleared his throat. Just when he was about to answer the questions, a knife flew through the air and slit the assassin's neck open. The knife came from near the well. As the king was standing next to the assasin, the knife also hit him. But instead of doing any harm, due to the kings incredible body, it ricochet, stabbing the assassin again on top of his head as he fell. The assassin gripped his throat with both hands, going down on his knees. But he loses strength and face plants directly on the ground.The king immediately eyed at the two assassins behind the well and began to charge at them. The assassins, who knew their limits, attempted to run away. The king leaped into the air, onto their backs, and pinned them onto the rough ground.
"Who sent you?" The king said while panting. One of the assassins turned to his side to breathe, and eyed the king. He did not seem scared at all. Only annoyed.
"They are stronger than you or anyone in this pathetic city. The strongest one will know about this. You will face consequences!" One of the two assassins said smugly.
The king struck one of their pressure points to put them in a state of deep sleep. He brought the two unconscious assassins to his guards, dragging them by their cloaks. He then barked out an order. "Torture them until they reveal information. If they don't give up after all the torture you can inflict on them, then kill them." He said calmly. He felt somewhat regretful, but he pushed it away.
The guards nodded and began the interrogating immediately. The king strolled back to the palace, humming on his way back home. "Looks like the cats won, Benevolent." He muttered to the invisible angel.
The angel smiled and whispered back, "Yes, looks like we won against evil once again, Maxwell." Her beautiful and pure smile brightened up the sky and made the trees greener, it also made the Kings mood brighten. This was the power of an Angel. Her light green dress waved as the gentle wind blew on them.
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Laplace was curled up in his room, slightly disappointed of the fact that his parade was cut short by the king. It was for the best. Accepting moments like this is the first step to become a great king.
Laplace heard the doorknob jiggle, and he looked at the direction of the door. The door slowly opened, and his father entered. "Im back! Everything is fine now. There was just a slight emergency, you see," The king exclaimed. He seemed cheerful, but his gaze was serious.
King Maxwell thought: Something is bound to happen in the close future.