The Twisted Foul Play

Description

The man on the throne with a crown on his head
the blood that scattered dripping down from his chest 
falling over take his one last breath
fallen to the side and there he lies
cold and Dead

Foreword

"No! Dont...Dont shoot!"He raises both his hands shivering and slowly rising to mid air.
Moving his feet swiftly and gently away from behind his desk.His eyes widened when he heard a loud click, the gun was slowly moved
and pressed upon his chest above his heart. Its loaded and it was a little special gift just for him, ready to trigger and dare to fire. 
"Dont tell nothing you old selfish greedy man..tch..what a prick..begging for mercy." The man panick and gulp down his fear, 
"No...no please i have a family,i-" his sentence wasn't finished.but his life was."What about our family.."

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