Run By Kurumi O.
"BANG!”
The gun was shot. The bullet soared straight toward the chest of the King. The next second, the man of all power was no more.
“This is the end, just perfect for you, your majesty,” whispered a cleaning boy holding a gun with smoke puffing out from its end. Then, he ran to his beloved home, to safety.
☆ ☆ ☆
In the kingdom Far East in the 21st century, there was an evil King who had ruled the country for the past five decades. He was a model of cruelty, squeezing out as much money as he could from his citizens. No one could disobey him though, for he would shoot them the instant they tried.
One family living at the edge of this kingdom decided to step up to this violent king. They sent their fifteen year-old son, Sel to the palace to assassinate the king, armed with one gun and a map of the palace. Sel headed towards the palace with his favorite motorcycle.
Sel attacked a cleaning boy just coming out of the palace to do errands and managed to make him faint. Sel switched his noble clothes with the unconscious boy’s ragged uniform. Sel then entered the palace and strode straight toward the grand hall, where the King usually devoured his expensive foods all day long.
He knocked on the brilliant door, unguarded as if it was welcoming intruders.
“Mighty King, I have brought your finishing dish.”
The door creaked open. The nobles and the King saw Sel ready to fire.
“BANG!”
☆ ☆ ☆
“Do not let him escape! We must catch the assassinator of the King!” screamed the duke, who was overjoyed by the death of the King. “We must catch the assassinator of that King! He must be caught and punished!”
“Seal and examine every plane, every car, everything you can see!” yelled the count, who had tears coming down from his eyes. “Catch him, dead or alive!”
As they shouted, the boy ran away, as fast as a bullet, out of the palace and into the streets. Miraculously completing his mission, Sel was on the run back home where his beloved parents were waiting with a helicopter.
“Yes. I did it!” cried Sel, running at top speed, weaving through the streets. “The people are saved and father and mother will compliment me for sure!”
The palace behind him was trembling with chaos and joy, but the police were on the move to capture him. Sel ran into a small alley where his motorcycle was parked. He hopped onto it, turned on the engine, and roared towards his beloved home.
His joy was soon replaced by fright. The police had started coming after him. He turned around, and to his horror, he saw them only ten meters behind him, coming closer and closer. He could see them start to load their guns.
Sel whipped his motorcycle into a small alley, the tires screeching, and leapt off. He ran into a house with the door just opening, and slammed it shut. The army passed seconds later, paused at the motorcycle left on the road, and then went past the house Sel had darted into.
“Who are you!?” a young woman screeched, shocked by the sudden disturbance.
“I just killed the King. Please help me escape!” Sel said, sheet white from fear.
“Who would believe that nonsense? It would be just great if that were true though….”
Just then, the speakers blared out, “THE KING HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED BY A YOUNG BOY. CAPTURE HIM AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED. WE REPEAT…”
This is the end of me, thought Sel, and started to escape from the house when the woman cried out,
“Hey, you really killed that no-good King! Of course I’ll help you. Hop in my car!”
The two climbed onto the Jeep, and it sped through the streets, Sel giving directions to his beloved home. They were halfway there when a police stopped the car. Sel’s heart skipped a beat.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I will examine your car.”
Sel leaped out of the car from the opposite side where the cop was, and ran.
“After him!”
Sel sprinted into an apartment, flung himself into the elevator, and pressed the thirteenth floor. Once it stopped, his heart pounding for he could hear loud footsteps, he ran to the farthest room.
“Please, open this door! I have killed the King and they are after me! Help me escape!” he pleaded.
An old, weary man came out, and in a hoarse voice whispered, “Come in.”
Sel was led to a small room full of radio-controlled cars and helicopters. “Awesome… I’ve always wanted one of these!” he exclaimed.
The old man whispered again, “Tell me the direction of your destination, and I will control one of these models for you.”
“My beloved home with my wonderful mother and father is in that direction,” Sel said, pointing towards the window facing east, “but how will controlling these models help me?”
“You will hang down from a helicopter, and jump out of the window. I will control the model from here.”
His hands gripping a black helicopter firmly, Sel leapt out of the window. He could see the police and their guns swarming through the streets, but none of them looking up. He laughed dryly, “I am safe!”
Just as his beloved house came into sight, the motor of the helicopter slowly stopped, and he descended down in front of the army. Sel started to run at top speed.
“Fire!”
Sel could hear bullets being shot, the speakers blaring, dozens of sirens, and shouts of people rejoicing. But through the chaos, he heard the solemn gates of his beloved home opening. He ran in, and found himself in the arms of his father, the gates closing behind him.
“Father!” Sel cried, tears streaming down his eyes from relief. “I did it! I killed the King and I came back!”
“Yes, yes. Sel, you have done well,” his father said in his deep voice. They headed towards a white helicopter, the engine on and ready to fly.
Suddenly, the gates were shoved open, and the police and army marched in.
“Where is the boy?” they boomed.
Sel’s father twirled around.
“Here he is! Take him away!”
Answering in triumph, Sel’s father skipped towards the forces, dragging Sel with him. Sel was shocked, unable to say a word.
As he was taken away, Sel managed to gasp “I saved the country from the tyrant! I’m your son! Why would you do this to me?”
“Oh, you just plunged the kingdom into ‘chaos’,” his father grinned to Sel’s back, “and real parents will never send their own children to danger.”
“You must understand." his father continued, "I adopted you from that filthy street just for this day. It is just refreshing to think I am free of you now! Good day to you, boy.”
Clapping his hands in delight, Sel’s father pranced gracefully away.
“What a sickening father…” an officer muttered.
Sel gritted his teeth, “The closest person to me was the most evil villain…”
No one answered, but the atmosphere was filled with sympathy.
A week later, the hero who had saved the kingdom was no more, his family having ultimate glory.
Edited by Mr. Max, Mr. K, and Lyn
The gun was shot. The bullet soared straight toward the chest of the King. The next second, the man of all power was no more.
“This is the end, just perfect for you, your majesty,” whispered a cleaning boy holding a gun with smoke puffing out from its end. Then, he ran to his beloved home, to safety.
☆ ☆ ☆
In the kingdom Far East in the 21st century, there was an evil King who had ruled the country for the past five decades. He was a model of cruelty, squeezing out as much money as he could from his citizens. No one could disobey him though, for he would shoot them the instant they tried.
One family living at the edge of this kingdom decided to step up to this violent king. They sent their fifteen year-old son, Sel to the palace to assassinate the king, armed with one gun and a map of the palace. Sel headed towards the palace with his favorite motorcycle.
Sel attacked a cleaning boy just coming out of the palace to do errands and managed to make him faint. Sel switched his noble clothes with the unconscious boy’s ragged uniform. Sel then entered the palace and strode straight toward the grand hall, where the King usually devoured his expensive foods all day long.
He knocked on the brilliant door, unguarded as if it was welcoming intruders.
“Mighty King, I have brought your finishing dish.”
The door creaked open. The nobles and the King saw Sel ready to fire.
“BANG!”
☆ ☆ ☆
“Do not let him escape! We must catch the assassinator of the King!” screamed the duke, who was overjoyed by the death of the King. “We must catch the assassinator of that King! He must be caught and punished!”
“Seal and examine every plane, every car, everything you can see!” yelled the count, who had tears coming down from his eyes. “Catch him, dead or alive!”
As they shouted, the boy ran away, as fast as a bullet, out of the palace and into the streets. Miraculously completing his mission, Sel was on the run back home where his beloved parents were waiting with a helicopter.
“Yes. I did it!” cried Sel, running at top speed, weaving through the streets. “The people are saved and father and mother will compliment me for sure!”
The palace behind him was trembling with chaos and joy, but the police were on the move to capture him. Sel ran into a small alley where his motorcycle was parked. He hopped onto it, turned on the engine, and roared towards his beloved home.
His joy was soon replaced by fright. The police had started coming after him. He turned around, and to his horror, he saw them only ten meters behind him, coming closer and closer. He could see them start to load their guns.
Sel whipped his motorcycle into a small alley, the tires screeching, and leapt off. He ran into a house with the door just opening, and slammed it shut. The army passed seconds later, paused at the motorcycle left on the road, and then went past the house Sel had darted into.
“Who are you!?” a young woman screeched, shocked by the sudden disturbance.
“I just killed the King. Please help me escape!” Sel said, sheet white from fear.
“Who would believe that nonsense? It would be just great if that were true though….”
Just then, the speakers blared out, “THE KING HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED BY A YOUNG BOY. CAPTURE HIM AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED. WE REPEAT…”
This is the end of me, thought Sel, and started to escape from the house when the woman cried out,
“Hey, you really killed that no-good King! Of course I’ll help you. Hop in my car!”
The two climbed onto the Jeep, and it sped through the streets, Sel giving directions to his beloved home. They were halfway there when a police stopped the car. Sel’s heart skipped a beat.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I will examine your car.”
Sel leaped out of the car from the opposite side where the cop was, and ran.
“After him!”
Sel sprinted into an apartment, flung himself into the elevator, and pressed the thirteenth floor. Once it stopped, his heart pounding for he could hear loud footsteps, he ran to the farthest room.
“Please, open this door! I have killed the King and they are after me! Help me escape!” he pleaded.
An old, weary man came out, and in a hoarse voice whispered, “Come in.”
Sel was led to a small room full of radio-controlled cars and helicopters. “Awesome… I’ve always wanted one of these!” he exclaimed.
The old man whispered again, “Tell me the direction of your destination, and I will control one of these models for you.”
“My beloved home with my wonderful mother and father is in that direction,” Sel said, pointing towards the window facing east, “but how will controlling these models help me?”
“You will hang down from a helicopter, and jump out of the window. I will control the model from here.”
His hands gripping a black helicopter firmly, Sel leapt out of the window. He could see the police and their guns swarming through the streets, but none of them looking up. He laughed dryly, “I am safe!”
Just as his beloved house came into sight, the motor of the helicopter slowly stopped, and he descended down in front of the army. Sel started to run at top speed.
“Fire!”
Sel could hear bullets being shot, the speakers blaring, dozens of sirens, and shouts of people rejoicing. But through the chaos, he heard the solemn gates of his beloved home opening. He ran in, and found himself in the arms of his father, the gates closing behind him.
“Father!” Sel cried, tears streaming down his eyes from relief. “I did it! I killed the King and I came back!”
“Yes, yes. Sel, you have done well,” his father said in his deep voice. They headed towards a white helicopter, the engine on and ready to fly.
Suddenly, the gates were shoved open, and the police and army marched in.
“Where is the boy?” they boomed.
Sel’s father twirled around.
“Here he is! Take him away!”
Answering in triumph, Sel’s father skipped towards the forces, dragging Sel with him. Sel was shocked, unable to say a word.
As he was taken away, Sel managed to gasp “I saved the country from the tyrant! I’m your son! Why would you do this to me?”
“Oh, you just plunged the kingdom into ‘chaos’,” his father grinned to Sel’s back, “and real parents will never send their own children to danger.”
“You must understand." his father continued, "I adopted you from that filthy street just for this day. It is just refreshing to think I am free of you now! Good day to you, boy.”
Clapping his hands in delight, Sel’s father pranced gracefully away.
“What a sickening father…” an officer muttered.
Sel gritted his teeth, “The closest person to me was the most evil villain…”
No one answered, but the atmosphere was filled with sympathy.
A week later, the hero who had saved the kingdom was no more, his family having ultimate glory.
Edited by Mr. Max, Mr. K, and Lyn