And Down He Came (Alex, Small)

Alex paced the room, her mind racing through possible scenarios. After all this time, all these years, she now had the ring leader in her grasp. It was too perfect, too good to be true and indeed her situation would prove just that. For though she was soon to be left alone with the man who had fired the first bullet into her father, she had no weapon, no escape route, and no hope of survival. But such odds would not deter her from her life long mission.

Glancing about the lavishly decorated room she searched for anything that might be used as a weapon, but most of the room was filled with silken pillows and intricately designed tapestries. Apparently this room was used for nothing more than nocturnal recreation in which the young girl would soon find herself a part of unless she could find the much needed object of death.

Alas, time had run out and King Small was heard calling out a few last demands before retiring for the evening, his bulging belly preceding him into the room. “Ah, there’s my little wench.” He chortled, face redden from too much wine at dinner. “You do clean up nicely.” He moved towards her with a bit of a drunken swagger, an arm outstretched to touch her cheek but she instinctively stepped away, much to his dislike.

“You’ll not be so feisty once I’m through with you, wench.” He gloated, leveling slightly blood shot eyes upon her before he began to disrobe.

That is when she spotted it, a jeweled dagger that hung at his side. This was all Alex needed to give her hope, to spur her into action. Biting her bottom lip in thought for a moment, she took a deep breath and slowly approached the grotesque man, glancing up at him through her lashes in a coy gesture of innocence.

King Small stopped to consider this unexpected gesture, wondering what had caused her sudden change of mine but too cocky and full of drink to put much thought into it, he stepped forward, quickly closing the small distance between them. Again he reached forth a hand but this time she did not move. Wrapping a hand about her waist he drew her near, the scent of sweat and wine nearly causing bile to come to the girl’s mouth but she forced herself to not back down, she needed that dagger.

“Not so shy now, are you?” He smirked, his heavily lidded eyes drinking in her youthful body, a hand sliding down to grope her buttocks.

It took every ounce of willpower not to deck the man right there but she was too close to her goal to indulge in such behavior just yet. Instead, she placed a hand upon his waist, mere inches above the sought after dagger. Almost there. She reminded herself. But her thoughts were scrambled as the king placed an unexpected kiss upon her full lips. She had not expected this, hadn’t been prepared, and without thinking she punched him in his soft belly while simultaneously seizing hold of the dagger.

Stunned, King Small doubled over, groaning in pain from the surprise attack. “I’ll have your head, wench!” He bellowed as he attempted right himself but no sooner was he standing vertical once again did he find himself crumpling to the floor, this time with his jeweled dagger through his throat.

Alex watched in calloused intrigue as the man flailed about on the floor, hands grasping frantically for the object that was causing so much pain. Garbled sounds came from his lips as blood bubbled forth from his lips.

“Justice has been served.” She gloated, kneeling down to peer into the man’s eyes, watching as they glossed over, his breathing becoming shallower. A satisfied smile graced her lips when at last Small ceased to struggle, his body a lifeless blob upon his fine white carpet that was now stained with blood.

Taking a moment longer to bask in the glory of her work, she began to plan her escape. Fortunately, given what was supposed to be happening in the room, Alex was provided with plenty of time to figure this out.