Fit For The Throne [Noah/Kristof Day One]
Oct 13, 2024 18:06:51 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Oct 13, 2024 18:06:51 GMT -5
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I ran from the blood bath as fast as I could go. I know that it makes me look weak or whatever, but I really don't care. I know what I'm capable of, and that's what matters. But I find a place to hide, and I watch everyone flee, and I wait to make my way back in to see if there's anything else I can find. All I manage is to pick up a knife. It's better than nothing, it'll keep me safe, but it won't help me in a sword fight. That's okay though. I look around unsure of where I'm wanting to go, but after I make sure the coast is clear, I head back into the throne room.
I look around and I go up to the throne and I wipe everything off of it, and then I sit down. I smile and look up happy as I can be. This is where a true king deserves to sit, and I am sitting there without a care in the world. At the end, I want to wear the crown, to feel it, to go home and sit on my own throne, but first I have to get there. Not that it matters because this is probably the closest anyone from district two will get to royalty. I'm wearing the crown. I'm the king, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it when this game is over. I make myself comfortable and sit there for a little while just enjoying the feeling while it lasts.
As I'm sitting there, I see Kristof he's a good kid, but the worst kids are the ones that are quiet and nice. He could easily sneak up behind me and slit my throat without thinking twice about it. I look at him and hold onto the knife and play with it. Maybe he'll go away, or maybe he wants to talk. Maybe he wants to be a friend. I don't know anymore. "Shouldn't you think twice when coming around here?" I ask him as I twiddle the knife in my hands. "Better hurry before the others come back. You're probably going to need it based on looking and seeing what you have."
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