User takes a deep breath, "Oh. Risen?"
"It is."
"No it's Pie. The funeral has started," Pie says. The room falls quiet as another User speaks.
"Of course," Pie responds, as a Saint starts making a long, boring speech.
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Lock steps down in front of the podium as Micheal joins her to her left side. "Here we go," Pie mutters. Michael draws a long sword from a case on a table in front of the podium. Michael approaches Lock as he grabs her by the arm. Lock tries to pull her arm away.
"Wait, that's not how we rehearsed, what are you doing?" Lock asks.
"Saints and Sorry, we have ourselves an arsonist hellbent on burning down this manor and killing us all," Michael says. Lock's breathing picks up as the audience stirs some. An audience member stands up and makes their way to the front. Michael looks over to see it is Madelyn.
"What do you think you're doing?" Madelyn asks. Lock begins to hyperventilate.
"Lock made the moths and is going to burn our family to the ground if I don't put a stop to it," Michael says.
Madelyn lightly turns her head to the side, "Our family? This isn't anyone's family. Look at how they're treating you here!"
"More of a family than you have ever been," Michael says. Madelyn clenches her fists as her hair raises some. Michael continues, "I sacrificed everything for you and for what? Just to be left here and ignored? We were brother and sister."
"What sacrifice? Was paralyzing me supposed to be a fucking FAVOR?!?"
"I was keeping you from becoming a Saint."
"So what?!? YOU BECAME ONE INSTEAD?!?"
"If it meant keeping you safe, yes."
Madelyn begins to shake some, "What happened to you, Mike?.."
"I took on my responsibilities."
"..No, what happened to the real you? The Mike that liked the internet, that laughed when I made snide comments, that liked mint ice cream, walks to the beach, and stealing hot dogs...I want him back," A few tears escape Madelyn's mask as her voice trembles some, "What about the promise?.. We can run away for good. From all of this."
"We were kids and I grew up. I suggest you do the same and leave without me," Michael sighs.
"I'll even fight the sky for you," Madelyn barely gets the words out as she stares directly into Michaels eyes, but sees nothing left.
Michael sighs as he shakes his head, "This isn't your choice."
Something snaps as Madelyn snarls before tackling Michael. The audience talks amongst themselves as Madelyn rips the sword from Michaels grip, "THIS IS MY BURDEN, MY LIFE-" Madelyn raises the sword in the air with pure rage in her eyes, "AND MY DAMN CHOICE-" Madelyn dives the sword into Michael's leg as he screams. The audience goes quiet.
"I don't care who the hell you think you are... I'm not letting you ruin your fucking life over me," Madelyn violently jerks the blade out as Michael grips his leg, crying in pain. Saints begins to grab Madelyn by the arms and pull her off of Michael. A few Saints go to examine Michael's wound as he tries to catch his breath.
They pause and look at eachother with dread, "We've lost another king."
"N-no I'm fine! I'm still alive!" Michael sounds scared as he shakes, trying to sit up and puts on a nervous smile. A Saint grabs the sword and takes it from Madelyn before walking towards Michael. The other Saints step away from Michael, "So wwhat?? I'm nothing to you now??? I've lead us to victory." The Saint raises the sword as Michael's expression shifts to fear and understanding.
The Saint is suddenly tackled by wolf with a skull for a face. The Saints begin trying to grab Cole by the arms. Cole punches one in the jaw and says, "I try to do something right and I get attacked, wonderful." Cole bites onto another Saints arm and shakes his head, ripping it to shreds.