Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Charles' eyes practically jumped out of his skull when she uttered that one single word one could very plainly see the color drain from his face, skin slightly shimmering from the cold sweat that broke across his brow. Treason? What had he done that had been treasonous? Had she...No, Anselm was too intelligent to fall for her tricks and lies. Even if he had thrown him in the jail, it was probably done to ensure that he was treated fairly. But here...The way the guards were handling him, how that damned hag was circling him like a vulture...this was something very different. You know nothing about me, you damned harlot... he growled, making one of the guards jam the barrel of his rifle into the back of his head and state You watch your tone, you rabid dog. NO! Jold'r, he needs to be alive...For the moment, at least. interjected Sevin, stepping in and placing his hand on the barrel itself. Jold'r's eyes flicked between Sevin and Charles, his lip twitching in annoyance before he pulled away with a haughty grunt. Consider yourself lucky, boy.... the armored man added, taking his place next to the jail-side door. No doubt he confided in you about our conversation. As he should. But as I told him, I do NOT have the weapon!Charles shot back heatedly, himself starting to grow very agitated...At least until the Queen mentioned murder. Murder...What the devil are you talking about? There was no plan....No. Charles then grew very quiet, his eyes widening in knowing EXACTLY who must have called in the order. That damned bastard. And for what seemed like an eternity, he stared at the table in contemplation. Meanwhile, his ears still took in every one of Helena's words Murderer...Kill...Fair man, good man. No, this was not supposed to happen! Theodore, you damned traitor! Charles muttered under his breath, but not so quietly no one had to ask him to repeat it. Constabil just chuckled, Pot calling the kettle black, ain't it? So who's this Theodore? Charles' gaze snapped at the guard, his eyes widening in realization of what he just said. Oh, you can't try to take it back now, my friend...Who is Theodore? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, other guards were working on getting a rather short figure into the premises the person struggled with all their might, but the guards could simply not be overpowered. Of the three, one held what appeared to a very sleek piece of hardware - a rifle with a fairly high-power magnification scope. Bolt-action, magazine-fed, and loaded with bullets big enough to drop a bear. Finally, they forced him through to another interrogation room this was obviously the man that carried out the hit on the King, but they needed to find out WHO sent him. And where they could find this person. Before long, the person was seated, their head covered in a helmet that obscured everything from sight. One guard then leaned down and whispered, Alright, you...We found the gun, it was still hot. You were running and hiding like a deer that just got hit, wanting to stow away until it was all over. Well, here's the thing You're a dead man either way. And you just shot a good man, someone who looks out for his people. Now, you can make this easy and tell us who this person is...Or we force it out of you. All he did then was stand up and finish with, Your call.