Fall of the King

The king has fallen the courier screamed across town. “The king has fallen, all must rejoice.”

“Would you kindly shut the fuck up?” a man screamed from his cobblestone high rise apartment “The king was a good man and you should be ashamed of yourself.”

The courier looked up at this angry man and couldn’t bring himself to say anything to this disgusting revolutionary.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he continued, “the king was all part of a conspiracy and you are believing the will of a group of murderers. The courier continued his trend of staring at this man. Several hooded figures flooded from both sides of the street and barreled into the apartment.

“Oh shi” the man choked out before being forced out of his window. The courier, without hesitation, reached into his satchel and tossed out a blue dust particle that stained the road. The window man fell into the blue patch, bouncing far down into the road and coming to a gradual stop.

“We have to get out of here” the courier said hurriedly, gathering the man and rushing off. The banshee screech of those figures flooding out the apartment gave both men the chills. The window man looked at this courier, who was this man who was on one hand so excited to see the king dead and on the other hand ready to fight with the agents who had seen the king’s death?