Killer Queen

Killer queen - Sheer Heart attack by Queen

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To avoid complications she always kept the same face, in conversation she spoke as a baroness.

Charlotte Blanc, granddaughter of one of humanity's original 13 great heroes, a young woman marched in a particular fashion, every step carefully thinked based on the latest etiquette criteria, perfect, mechanical, elegant.

Her marble skin reflected the light of the hallway´s lights, a well combed brown hair with some blonde lines as golden droplets descending from her hair, and her absent gaze looking down at the air in front of her with earth brown eyes.

Walking through the ship's hallways, wearing an elegant deep magenta Victorian dress, with a berry corset and an black silver umbrella, a violet purse with golden flower patterns swing slightly over her hips as she marched, Charlotte went for a walk, she knew it was dangerous, and that's why she did it.

Foolishness and bravery are aspects of the same coin, often opposites but normally synonyms, only a fool would stand against a mountain, and a brave against an empire, if a demon attacked her, so be it, fiends are easy to manipulate anyway, if a boy hit on her, a proper compliment would put them on fluctuant debt.

"Do you remember me? we met on our way to the S.A.A, i would like to help you" people are wary of strangers when offered a helping hand but not of a brief acquaintance.

As Charlotte stepped into the hallway´s elevator, she took a pocket silver mirror out of her purse.

As the elevator moved up, she checked her make-up one last time, the elevator suddenly stopped, Charlotte looked up briefly from her mirror, and she saw something, amusing to say the least.

The boy in front of her was, average at best, a face she would forget the moment she looked away, her servants had prettier faces yet she could not remember the names of any of them, but a single trait imprinted his face into her mind.

´His eyes, they look like mine…´

An absent gaze, looking down at the world, no, rather, it looked as if the world didn't even matter to him, his eyes were an own world to begin with.

His eyes shined rather than darkened the surroundings, 2 blue moons observed her.

She analyzed the rest of his appearance, plain looking clothes, blue, black and white tracksuit, a pair of white sneakers, a disgusting appearance for her taste, not bad enough to lose her attention, not good enough that it seemed he was looking for her, what could his intentions be?

The boy stepped into the elevator next to me, he cornered himself to my right and looked down to the floor, a weak attitude that showed cowardice, it was a coincidence then.

"Mirror, Mirror, shall we take his hearth?"

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After going out of my room, i asked Hamustra when and where was Charlotte going to take an elevator, something seemed to be hard as the worse headache i had in my life followed as the book answered my question, i knew she likes to plan everything but lord, that just asking were she is going to go cost so much aura is to say the least astonishing.

I felt my eyes get watery like I wanted to cry, dammit, I need to get the hang of this thing or i´ll end up like that red eyes emo boy.

I ran through the ship's halls as fast as I could making sure my appearance was alright, not too neat as it would be pretentious, not too casual or she would just plain ignore me.

Once I got to the elevator over her floor, I waited patiently. As I waited, I thought about the best strategy. How do I make a highly manipulative, smart, cunning and overall bad person trust and work with me?

By looking over my memories on the novel, i recalled the occasion she worked with a Fiend to get a highly valuable artifact, that would be later used to try to eliminate her, the betrayal wasn't a part of my pla, but the way the fiend managed to befriend and ally her was, i needed to best her in something she would normally not lose.

The bell of the elevator brought me back into reality, the slow door opened up to reveal a petite and fragile girl in a corny dress checking her makeup in a silver pocket mirror, i stared at her since it was the first time i saw one of the main characters in the novel, not just that, it had to be to the monarchy obsessed frenchy girl.

I stepped into the elevator and cornered myself to her right, as i did so i heard her murmur something, it was probably her activating her artifact to see if i was worth making acquaintance of.

´twelve floors, i need to win, mind games, something something, i got it!´

´Hamustra, how many moves can you make in a game of chess before i don´t have any aura left´

[33]

´Okay, play for me!´]

"Pawn c4" we went up one floor, i mus took her by surprise as she side eyed me before looking back at her mirror

"Pawn c5" she answered without stopping or looking back at me

"Knight f3" we went up one floor.

"Knight c6" she answered, finally closing her mirror and storing it into her purse, she kept her gaze fixed into the elevator door.

"Knight c3" "~Pawn e5" she answered instantly, we went up to the floor once again.

"Pawn g3" i said, my vision was starting to get blurry, so i had to look to the side in case she looked back at me, so she didn't saw my eyes clouding.

"Paw g6, you know, it's the first time a boy tries to do something like this" the elevator trembled slightly, we moved to the floor once again.

"Bishop g2, it's no wonder as i am no other boy"

"Bishop g7, playing with a poor mistress mind like this, just how shameful you can be?"

For the first time she picked a glance in the metallic reflection of the elevator, I could see her but she could observe me, we moved to the floor once again.

My mind was starting to feel off, my neck felt heavy, like a toddler trying to pat attention in class, i needed to do the most possible before collapsing "Barrage?"

"Barrage"

I inhaled as much air as I could, making a discourteous sound. She did the same in a much elegant manner, as if she tasted a fresh breeze of winter.

"Pawn a3~" "~Knight f6" "~Castling" "~Castling too" "~Pawn d3" "~Pawn d6" "~Bishop g5" "~Bishop e6" "~Knight d5"

We stopped to breathe some air, I was about to kick the bucket, I could feel some sweat rolling down my forehead which I quickly cleaned, as I did, I noticed she was… smiling? How many floors have we moved since the game started?

"Pawn a5" she said with a twisted smile on her face, this girl…

[Hamustra, how many moves do i have before i lose consciousness?

[originally 23, but now i could only grant 19 for now due to the opponents level of skill, and it could go down]

´It was a bad idea anyway, but i can't move back´ *Sigh* ´I did my best´

With a deep breathing, i prepared myself for the mental torture about to re start.

"Knight d2~" "~Pawn a4" "~Knight e4" "~Bishop xd5" "~Pawn cxd5" "~Knight d4" "~ Pawn f4" "~Knight f5" "~Pawn fxe5" "~Pawn dxe5" "~Pawn g4" "~Queen b6" "~Pawn gxf5" "~Knight xe4" "~Bishop xe4" "~Pawn f6"

´God, my brain hurts, i can barely distinguish my own reflex from hers…´´

"Bishop e3~" "~Pawn g5" "~Queen c2" "~Tower fe8" "~Bishop xc5" "~Queen c7" "~Pawn d6" "~Queen d7…"

Her smile stopped, mine started, I moved forward and pressed the open door button, we went up 7 floors during our game, the elevator stopped into the 9 floors of the ship.

"Bishop d5, Check"

I stepped out of the elevator, my consciousness hanging by a thread, i wouldn't be able to get to my room, but I had to make a last impression.

As the door started closing, I said in a low voice, strong enough that she could hear me.

"Man in the mirror"

The elevator door closed before she could scream. How did I know that name? I stood alone in an empty hallway in the middle of the night, I sat down next to the elevator and closed my eyes.

"Good night…"