Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

She smiled as she scavenged what she was certain would bring she and her father a great amount of wealth on the Black Market once Garrett got his hands on itthe man could get even the worst piece of junk operable. To say he was a genius with weaponry was an understatement, then it was probably why Charles trusted the man with his most valuable and top secret of gadgets, devices, you name it! And the thing she'd managed to find was no doubt a marvel. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, the thing nothing like she'd ever seen before. Her cool blue eyes glittered like sapphires as she inspected it, both ready and eager to share her find with the one man she trusted above all othersher Charles. Well, Helena knew it was silly to call him 'hers'. Nothing had been spoken about it, not yet...not really. But it had been insinuatedthe lingering gazes, the way his hand always found the small of her back. She shivered as she imagined the heat of his breath the first time they went scavenging together, when he first taught her the art, how to do it properly, skillfully. She smiled, her cheeks reddening as her pace quickened along with the beating of her heart. Charles, Charles! Helena shouted as she pounded a fist against his door, her find carefully concealed in a large bag slung over her back. When the door opened and he stood there looking down at her, that smile that always melted her plastered across his lips, she let the bag fall from her thin shoulders. Flicking her platinum hair, averted her gaze, suddenly shy yet excitement welling inside as she readied to share her news. You'll never guess what I found! Helena ground her teeth at the memory. Indeed, she'd been nave to place her trust in such a man, in the people he worked with. Damn their revolution, their resistance! It wasn't needed. None of it was. Blinking back tears, she allowed herself a brief moment to mourn for her father and then let her thoughts drift to her Anselm. How she wished he wasn't lying in some bed, nearly lifeless. She longed for his warmth, for his eyes to stare back into her own. But this manCharleshe took that away. It was time to break the cycle. To end things. Helena nodded to Constabil first and then Sevin as they began to take swift action, her head held high as she stepped toward them. In her mind, Charles was already dead, a ghost. He'd wronged her for the last time and he certainly would not be allowed to wrong anyone else. She'd see to that. The cycle must end! It's time to end this, Helena said softly as she reached Constabil, a gentle hand touching his arm. It's what he'd want. It's what is right. She paused a moment, taking a long drawn out breath. Justice must be served. I will see it done, she said with a reserved nod and immediately headed out of the prison cell. Quickly, yet with all the regal grace of the queen she'd become, Helena raced to where her Anselm lied...in a bed hooked up to tubes and monitoring devices and other things she didn't understand. It frightened her to see him in such a state. So...helpless. A soft gasp burbled up from her lips as she moved toward him, gown swishing about her slim body. Her blue eyes took in the drips that were giving him life saving medicinesrelieving his pain, healing his wounds. Keeping him alive. Helena gave a sharp look at the staff who were tirelessly working on the King. Her King. Her Anselm. She was grateful for them, but she needed a minute, a mere moment. Unable to curb her emotions, her words came out clipped, I need a moment alone with your King. The medical staff gave her strange stares. The King was in no state to speak, to sit up or move. But Helena's eyes remained fixed on the King, her own expression filled with resolve. Just a moment, Helena then added, her eyes softening, her voice almost a whisper. The staff nodded, seeming to understand. Their queen was grieving, stressed. A moment wouldn't hurt anything, not with Anselm hooked up to so many monitors. Should anything happen, they would know and Helena would alert them. At that, those who'd been busying themselves about the King took their temporary leave. Helena brought a tiny hand up to Anselm's face and gently caressed his cheek. As a tear began to fall, a drop landing squarely upon his chest, she leaned forward, moving closer until she finally let her lips brush against his. Oh Anselm, she whispered. I told you...I told you... She sat down beside her beloved and took his hand in her own, her eyes drifting to the IVs. Drip...drip...drip... It was Charles, my love. It was always him, Helena continued. He and his conspirators. But we've captured them. She smiled as she choked on a tiny sob. We did. And justice will be served in your honor. I'll see it done while you rest and... Her voice trailed. She would never give up on Anselm. He would heal. He would return by her side and be stronger than ever. The most powerful King these people had ever seen! You heal. It shall be done. Two days later as the sun reached the highest point in the sky, Helena found herself anxious, her tummy fluttering and in knots. The day had finally arrived. From behind her guards, she saw the traitorsthe gunman, the one named Theodore and then...Charles. She smiled inwardly as she watched them line up in front of the people all looking on as they stood before the usual podium that Anselm gave his speeches from. Only this time it would be her. Her heart raced at the idea that she'd be the one speaking this time on her beloved's behalf. But, he was unable at this time. Helena turned, her blue eyes catching sight of Sevin who stood nearby. She swallowed hard and gave him a nod that she was ready. Yes, the guards were there. They'd protect her. After what had happened to Anselm, everyone was on full alert. The crowd hummed with an energy and intensity that made Helena shiver, her tiny body trembling as she took each step up toward the podium. Her feet felt like lead, but she knew this had to be done, must be done. She'd see it through no matter the cost. This was what she was meant to do! Taking a deep breath, she rested her hands on the rails flanking the podium to steady herself and then allowed her eyes to take in the sea of faces, a wash of color that thrummed and chattered and waited to hear what she had to say. As you all know, a life was nearly lost several days ago, Helena began, a breeze blowing through the square causing her gauzy dress to billow about her lithe body making her look like an angelic figure standing before the swarming crowd below. And not just any life, she continued. The most important life to us all. The one that helps us see order when there is none, that helps us see good despite the bad. He is the most fair when it comes to how he views and handles every situation that befalls him, truly I know no greater man. Anselm, your King. She paused a moment as the crowd shouted for their King and booed the men standing before her. She could hear some of the people in the crowd shouting obscenities about the men who'd dared harm their King. Good! Fortunately, our King is strong. The crowd applauded. He will heal and rule ever stronger than before! It is the faith of his people, his followers that help him heal! More applause and happy shouts. And now, justice shall be served! And in this justice, may all see that Resistance is not needed! The applause grew stronger, louder. A just and kind ruler only needs his faithful...YOU! The crowd roared with praise making Helena's heart hammer hard against her chest. Her hands shook with adrenaline as she gained a strange energy from the crowd. She nodded her platinum head and smiled, her cool stared turning toward the three men standing pitifully before her. See? Helena shouted. See how beloved the King is? Her tone was almost mocking as the crowd applauded and shouted in agreement. Your attempts were in vain and it shall be put to an end. There will be no Resistance! There will be no more violence or murder! The cycle stops today! As the crowd continued its applause, jeering at the men who'd dare betray, she turned toward the executioner who stood at the ready and gave him a nodone of finality, one filled with resolve. It is done, my Anslem... Helena whispered to herself, her eyes still locked with the executioner's.