Mu-king
01-11-2004, 02:46
Lu Ao-tiao, leader of the Most Serene Republic of Mu-king, stepped out onto his balcony, overlooking the Serenity Gardens. It was a balmy day and Ao-tiao swept his robes around him as he walked back into his private bedroom.
Two concubines were lying on the bed. “Get out,” he said to them. They hurriedly got dressed and left the room, their heads looking down. Ao-tiao started to undress and pulled the bell for his servant.
Someone entered the room. “Servant,” Ao-tiao said, “I need you to bring me my best outfits today, for I will be addressing the public. There have been too many rabble rousers in recent weeks and I must show them I am still in control.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ao-tiao turned around, surprised. “You are not my servant. Who are you?”
The man didn’t answer; he removed a pistol from his robes and fired three times. The first bullet hit Ao-tiao in the stomach, the second in the heart, and the third in the shoulder. The silencer made whispers in the morning air. Ao-tiao collapsed onto the bed, blood pooling around him.
The assassin quietly slipped out of the room and down the hallway where the concubines were waiting. He told them, “You may go in now. He has requested you.” The concubines hurried into the room and the assassin smiled.
He was gone when the concubines started to scream.
Two concubines were lying on the bed. “Get out,” he said to them. They hurriedly got dressed and left the room, their heads looking down. Ao-tiao started to undress and pulled the bell for his servant.
Someone entered the room. “Servant,” Ao-tiao said, “I need you to bring me my best outfits today, for I will be addressing the public. There have been too many rabble rousers in recent weeks and I must show them I am still in control.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ao-tiao turned around, surprised. “You are not my servant. Who are you?”
The man didn’t answer; he removed a pistol from his robes and fired three times. The first bullet hit Ao-tiao in the stomach, the second in the heart, and the third in the shoulder. The silencer made whispers in the morning air. Ao-tiao collapsed onto the bed, blood pooling around him.
The assassin quietly slipped out of the room and down the hallway where the concubines were waiting. He told them, “You may go in now. He has requested you.” The concubines hurried into the room and the assassin smiled.
He was gone when the concubines started to scream.