Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

So, this day had finally come. Charles held belief that one day his activities might land him in hot water...Just not by the hands of the wicked woman who stood before the crowds. Yes, perhaps he had wronged her. Yes, he should have helped her father get better. But what was the fate of one man compared to the city's well-being? It wasn't like the Resistance was ever going to act without a reason...Or at least that's how he wanted things to pan out. But now Theodore's lust for power had doomed them all...There was no way this would end well. Even with someone like Anselm, it could very well break him. Theodore, you fool... Charles muttered to the man next to him, his head covered by a hood. You were weak, Charles. We had a chance to take power, and I went for it. It was you who betrayed us! Theodore hissed in reply. No...YOU saw a chance. A small chance, and now the people will pay the price for your avarice. Theodore just cackled, To hell with the people. You know how they are, Charles. So long as they're fat and happy, they'll blindly follow anyone who gives them happiness. The people are sheep, stupidly listening to the wolf amidst their flock. I would have gladly taken role as their shepherd, but Anselm is a bastard and a liar. Charles grimaced he should have known Theodore would try something, but to go this far...It was foolish. And now they were all dead because of his hubris. Constabil would serve as judge for this trial. Well, associate judge, as the Queen had already read the punishment for treason. The crowd fell deathly silent as he stood before the three guilty men, ready to deliver unto them justice for their sacrilege. I read now the charges for which you stand before the People of this city today Charles Vincent. Guilty of one count of treason, one count of conspiracy to commit murder and one count of negligent homicide. He then turned to Theodore, Theodore Alvinson. Guilty of one count treason, one count conspiracy to usurp the throne. And then came the final man, his thin face hiding in fear beneath the hood. Samuel Williger. Guilty of one count treason, one counted attempted murder. Clearing his throat, he then added, These are the charges for which you face the penalty for such heinous acts Death by firing squad. By order of her Highness and as decreed by law, Article 8, Section 7.1.1, this is your punishment. To whichever deity you might pray to, I hope that you might find forgiveness for your transgressions. In the hospital bed, the King sat awake. Aching and tired, but awake his eyes were trained on the monitor, feeling slightly sick that it had come to this. He couldn't believe it...Charles. His closest friend and personal adviser, truly and unequivocally betrayed him. To think he'd been so blind. Were his detractors right? Had he been too soft? Too forgiving? No, he told himself he needed to ensure everyone accused had their chance to argue their case. But then, because of it, he'd been shot...Was it his fault? He didn't know, not now and perhaps not for some time. At the very least this would make him think on some things...Way to improve his capability as a leader. All the while, three of the Royal Guard stood at the ready, rifles aimed directly at the heads of the criminals. Squad, ready! commanded Sevin, the three guards responding by racking the bolt of their rifles to chamber the first round. Squad, aim! was the next, response being placing the butts of their weapons against their armored shoulders. Squad...Fire! A volley of shots rang out the convicts' bodies recoiled from the impact of the bullets as each found their mark, a small spatter of blood serving as evidence of the entry wound. It only stopped when the last bullet was lodged in the skull of each criminal, their forms dropping lifelessly to the ground as small streams of red slipped out. It was done. The traitors had been dealt with and the King spared Death's embrace. Little did people realize what this would lead to in the future...