NIGHT ONE“...a fucking dead end. You gotta be shitting me...”
A man wearing a black hood found himself cornered against the wall. The royal guard outnumbered him by at least fifteen men, and they had finally caught up to him.
“You, uh...” he started, “you guys got the wrong guy! The real traitor went that way.” He pointed behind the wall of guards that trapped him in the corner, but no one fell for his trick. Instead, the guards closed in on their target.
The two biggest royal guards were in front. They grabbed him by his leather jacket and held him in the air. “You shall be put to death traitor.” said one of the guards. His guard buddy unsheathed his sword and held it to the runaway man's neck.
“Do you wish to speak any final words, heretic?”
The man wearing a black hood struggled to free himself from the grip of the guards, but that wasn't going too well for him. “GET YOUR PIECE OF SHIT GLOVES OFF ME!! I'M GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE TEETH SO HARD THAT YOUR STUPID FACE WILL SPIN!”
“Heh, he even screams like a heretic,” laughed one guard.
“Indeed,” said the other still holding the sword to his neck, “and that is why he must die.”
The heretic felt the blade pushing against his neck. He tried not to squirm anymore – he didn't want to end up slitting his own throat on the sword in front of him.
Can't believe these assholes are going to kill me...“Halt!” A sharp yell filled the alleyway. It was king Dem0ns1ayer. “Release him at once. Killing him shall be my pleasure.” The guards dropped their prisoner to the ground where he landed with a thud.
“Dammit.”
“Heretic Norm,” spoke the king, “You have interfered in my affairs for the last time. Prepare to die!”
Norm was already on his feet. “Not a chance old man, I'm getting the fuck outta here.” Norm was smiling now because he realized that his travel device had finally finished recharging. “I promise to leave your shit kingdom alone for now, but don't think this is over...” Norm pressed the button on his travel device and vanished in an instant.
After a few moments, one of the dumber royal guards looked up to his king. “W-w-what was that, my lord?”
“Time jumper.” The king clenched his fist in anger.
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