A bead of sweat running down your forehead and whisked it with the back of the hand. You glanced at the flowers they're surrounding you, during to pull out the weeds.
"Why he needs a garden.. for what?" you mutterd, your voice filled with rage.
Your rage changed in anger before you pulling out a yellow rose from the ground, cut your finger on the sharp thorn.
"Damn it!" you sweard and put your injured finger in your mouth to suck the blood out from the little wound. You always did it, when you injured your finger, if a little drop of blood was coming out from the wound.
A sighs escaped your lips and you sat down on the ground and glanced torwards to the sky. You ignored the throbbing pain on your finger and closed your eyes.
Why did it have to come that? They had to stopped him.. but they failed. Now he ruled the world. Was a king.. In your eyes a crueler King.
New York wasn't that, what it was. You're remembering of the beautiful moments you had with your family,friends.. They're now dead. Through his hands. Through the attack on New York .. damn it, why they didn't stopped him?? But there was a another, completely different question in the air: Why the hell did he spared you?
His face was foreign to you. You didn't know, what he's looks like and, however, you're afraid of him but you also felt the hatred and anger towards the king.
You stroke a [h/c]strand behind your ear, remembering how they called him. God of mischief. A god? really?? He wasn't a god. For you, he was a Psycho. A sicko!
A loud scream interrupted the silence around you, you jerked. In fact, this was a ordinary sound in your ears and you tried always to ignore it but everytime it gaves you a chill down your spine. You didn't really wanna know, how many people are loosing their lives, if they resisted the king or they didn't kneel for him.
"For that freak, I will never show any weakness.." you hissed.
"As you please, my king." suddenly, a man with a deep voice spoke. You jerked, put your hand reflexiv on your mouth, you hold your breath. Carefully, you turned around your head in the direction, where the voice was coming from. You saw a man in a heavy armor, he was kneeling on the ground. Afterwards, he stood up and leaves the garden.
Your [e/c] eyes wandered further, you raised your head slowly upwards to see more.
The curiosity had bitten you , accompanied with fear but you wanted to see HIM!
You wanted to know, how that sicko looks like.. Who, who ruined your whole life.
You can't find him. Where was he? Was he generally here? Finally, you stood up but with a crouched posture. He still was unseen, before you completely raised your body. Your eyes fought through the beautiful flowers, bushes and all over the maze. Your curiosity goaded you and slowly, you put a little step forwards.
In the middle of the beautiful garden, was a big fountain. On the top, there was an angel and held a flute in his hands. Looks like, he was playing the flute and his eyes were closed. In front of the fountain, was a splendid bench and from there, you can have an amazing view over the maze.
Slowly, you approached the fountain, lurked through the bushes until your feet touches the paved path. Your heart missed a beat before you slowly raised your head forwards. You glanced to the fountain, holding your breath in fear, he might be hearing you breathing.
Damn! Where is he?!