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Charile waited for what felt hours, maybe years until King in Yellow would come back to torture him. This had been a routine for them for awhile now; Charile just wanted to go home away from all this. I want to be with Roland and Noel and- " before he finished that thought The King in Yellow, the thing that was twice than any man with his yellow robes towered over him. "Are you ready to finally give the information I asked so nicely to give me," he condescendantly asked. "I will never you give you information!" Charile yelled even though he knew deep down it was so pointless fight.
The King chuckled a deep scary laugh and replied with amusement in his voice "oh, well then I guess another round will do you Good." Charile heart was beating out of his chest and he felt was was barely breathing and could only stammered "please, not again not again, please" he pleaded to The King but he didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly the the ground shifted again and he was back on the war grounds.
"No, no, no please not here please," Charile begged. Then, a face that he seen so many times, his best friend, Noel Finley who he stole the identity of. "Please save me Charile, why did you save me when I needed you, Why didn't come and try to find where my body is?" Charile all could he do is stare at the thing impersonating his decreased best friend. "Please tell more information so, I can be back from dead and be with you again" The thing continues shaking Charile out of his thoughts.
"You're not being a good friend you know that Charile?" His tone changes suddenly to begging to fury. " How dare you not save me, we supposed to be friends and you treat me like I am nothing!" Charile's eyes well up in tears, but he tried and tried to hold back his tears, "you will not break me King, your not the real Noel he is dead! I will not give you any information no matter what you throw at me!" The background dispears and he was back at the King's throne. The King stares at Charile with a creepy grin. " I guess this didn't work the this time, we just have try again tomorrow, good luck." He walks away and the tears Charile was holding fall quickly. Why did he have to do this again?