The Crown Please.

   The second boy stood up straight with two small knives in each hand. The knives were in between his fingers. It worked not to different from the claws of an animal.

   The boys face still stung from being struck, though all he could think about was protecting the royalty behind him; for his own life depended on it. 

  "You call yourself a man but you hardly have the look of a boy", the prince snapped. The second boy took note of the princes reckless comment. 

  "Well I am a man and I will kill you so.. prepare yourself I suppose", said the figure with the scythe. The man, who hardly had the look of a boy, wore a confused expression. The second boy couldn't help but to notice this persons beauty. It was the kind a doll had. The person's  eyes were especially interesting as they seemed to be slowly changing colors.

   The second boy moved forward and found his voice simultaneously. 

  "He who threatens a royal life has threatened the life of mine as well, so now you will perish by my hand", the boy said trying to sound proper,wise, and threatening all at once. 

  "You're gifted?" the feminine face said taking his scythe out of the prince's arm. The prince screamed in agony. 

  "Yes, and I'm strong enough to handle someone weak like you. See your friend there I'm the one who did that to him. So put the weapon down and we'll all make it to tomorrow okay?", as the second boy spoke he radiated complete confidence. Any normal person would believe him without a shadow of a doubt.

The tall man on the ground, who was now holding his arm started to laugh.

"Your a liar", the boy with the scythe said. He smiled innocently. "Guess what?"

  "What?" the second boy asked with his guard up. At that moment the boy with the scythe disappeared. Then the second boy felt a presence behind him only to hear a whisper in his ear. 

"I'm a liar too." 

  At that the scythe was piercing through the second boy's stomach. He fell to his knees as it was removed. He almost thought he heard a 'sorry' but couldn't tell.

  "Damn invalid", the prince muttered. The boy with the scythe turned. 

   "So you're the prince, yes?", the boy said.

   "Yes and I'll use my gift to kill you bastard," the prince snapped back angrily. 

   "The one passed down from generation to generation and all that junk",muttered the boy with scythe said flatly, unamused and unthreatend. "I don't think you will."

  "I will". As the prince declared that blood began to run down the man's nose. "I haven't used my gift yet, why are you bleeding?"

"Wanna know", the boy with the scythe said smiling. "Guess what I'm not telling you fascist."

 At that word the prince began to move, the man took a step back. The princes face flushed. 

  "So you did lie?", the boy asked. 

   "What?"

  "You said you'd use your gift. You lied. I can tell when you lie.", the boy said matter-of-factly."Anywayyyyyyy we gotta get going Mr. Prince so..." and at that the two invaders of the castle disappeared from sight. 

  The prince in anger walked over to the second boy. He began to kick him violently. 

"Damn invalid... incapable of ...doing anything", he said in between grunts. The boy on the ground was using his gift to heal himself. 

  "Invalid?", a voice said from nowhere. Then the boy with the Scythe appeared from thin air. There was more blood coming out of his nose then before. He made his way towards the prince holding the scythe towards his neck. 

  "The only invalid thing here is the fact we can't kill you, you little fuck", said the boy. His innocent charm had left and he displayed a raw masculine rage. "I didn't know that he was one of us that you took, so maybe I will kill you". The man was clearly getting emotional for some reason. His words made some sort of sense to the second boy but just didn't sound right. 

  The prince had a fearful look on his face. Tears welled in his eyes. 

  "Don't kill me, take him. I don't want him. I hate him. You can have him, just leave, let me live, let me live, let me live", the prince broke down on the ground. His calm and elegant curiosity was completely disassociated with the rest of his soul. At that moment the second boy disappeared. The man with the scythe stood there scowling. 

  "I'll let you live but you gotta do somethin' for me, that sound fair?", The boy said, his innocent charm back. 

   "what is it? Anything.", the prince said.

  "Hmmm, first where is your crown?", the boy asked. At that the prince pointed across the room where the crown sat on the floor. 

"Okay good", the boy said sitting down to get eye-level with the prince. "Now tell your daddy that his old pal Gatz said something: 'Equality or Death. Your choice King'. Alright?".

  "Yes", the prince said. He had a look of confusion on his face.

  Blood fell down the face of the boy onto his shirt. Staining the white shirt under his jacket. At that he declared:

  "Time to go then". He kissed the prince on the cheek. The prince shuddered. And then the boy disappeared along with the crown across the corridor. The prince sat alone and muttered what the boy had said to himself.

"Equality or Death, Equality or Death, Equality or Death"