there was nothing more important.
not even his own life he valued as much as this.
he had formulated a plan for four years.
four
he couldn't mess it up, he couldn't, he wouldn't
but then he came with that damn princess.
what had he not said that stuck in his workers minds
he said to kill them, was that not simple enough?
could he not have one thing in this godforsaken world that hated him from the start?
of course he couldn't, he wouldn't,
there he was in a cell, alone, by himself surrounded by scum.
nothing could be worse, maybe before he was executed he could ask for a nice smoke?
ah well, maybe it'd be quick; although rogers seemed otherwise.
brute force pushed through him now as he raced across the frozen water, towards the man sat upon the platform.
a clatter was heard as the guards were threw back, a ambiance of silence from the brutal battle that still clashed on.
until the laughter was heard
