LOCATION: Shelby's House
SPARKLEZ'S POV
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I crept through the back alleyway, a shortcut to Shelby's place. The Metal-Eater, and also my good friend Y/N, was staying there for a bit. I also gathered the information that the king was staying there with them, under the cover of the Blue Jay.

Once at the door, I gathered up the courage to knock. She hadn't seen me in much over a week, due to my unfortunate duties.

   'Knock knock knock!' The door opened to reveal Max, wearing a red bandana on his head.

   "E-excuse me sir? Is Y/N here? I'm her friend, Jordan Sparklez." I state, attempting to be professional. He nods, looking left and right to make sure there isn't anyone watching. Pulling me inside, he quickly locks the door.

   "I'm pretty sure she's changing right now." He informs me. "Want anything?" Max walks over to the kitchen.

   "I'll have some tea please." I say politely. As he prepares the tea, I pull out a handkerchief with different herbs on it. I creep up on him, slapping it over his nose and mouth, to make sure that he'd inhale it.

   "I'm sorry . . ." I quietly apologize, as he lands on the ground with a dull 'thud'.

   "Max?! Are you okay?!" Y/N calls from her room. She throws the door open, and rushes through the hall . . . . . . Only to see me.

   "S-S-Sparklez? Did you do that?" Y/N asks, her voice filled with mixed feelings. She stares at the unconscious body of her royal friend, glancing back at me. I just stare at her with my disturbed and saddened eyes.

   "I'm sorry . . ." I repeat, but this time to her. A man comes up from behind her, smashing the hilt of his iron sword on her head. He smiles deviously at me.

   "Nice work, rookie." He chuckles, picking up the king's body and slinging it over his shoulder. I do the same with Y/N's.

   "Thanks." I reply. The feeling doesn't sit well with me. The look on Y/N's face said one word to me. Traitor. Nobody likes being called a traitor, and no one like feeling betrayal. I just betrayed the one I love, the one that will never love me back.

   But hey, that's just how hard I try.

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LOCATION: Secret Base
YOUR POV
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   My eyes tiredly fluttered open, coughing out drops of blood at I tried to sit upright. My ankles, wrists and arms were bound together using thick, itchy rope. I could've just eaten the chains if they used those.

Luckily, that's just what they used for Max. Unluckily, there were guards surrounding us. Max was still unconscious, and would be for who knows how long. I prayed to Notch that they didn't recognize him, as he had shaved his curly, orange beard not too long ago.

He started to wake up, due to a horrible coughing fit that caused him to spit out blood and mucus. I slowly scooch over to him.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, worriedly. He gives a 'really' face.

"No no no, I feel great. I'm locked up in chains by people who want to kill me in cold blood, coughing up blood and mucus because we were drugged." He hisses angrily. "Yeah, I'm okay." If I could facepalm right now, I would.

"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking." I mumble sarcastically. The guards finally notice that we've awoken.

"Good mornin' Sleeping Beauties." One of them chuckle, making the other laugh.

"Actually, that's his nickname." I joke, jerking my head towards Max's direction. He just glares at me. Wow, talk about MadMax. The guards laugh again, except it seems a bit more intimidating now. They must be trained well.

   "You're a pretty one, aren'tcha?" Guard #1 says, getting closer.

   "Yeah, you really are." Guard #2 tells me, smirking evilly.

   "Ummm . . ." I'm not exactly used to being hit on, let me tell you that. Max growls at them.

   "Don't you dare touch her." He barks unhappily. They laugh again.

   "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Guard #2 shoots at him.

   "He's not going to do anything. I am." A voice hisses at them. I look at the doorway, only to find him.

   "Sparklez?!" I whimper. How dare he do this to us?!

   "Untie and unlock everything but their wrists and arms." He commands the two guards. They nod fearfully, undoing some of our restraints.

   "I was, um, promoted." Sparklez explains simply. I glance down at his belt, noticing the shiny, new, and well-crafted diamond axes hanging from it. He always preferred those more then a sword.

   "What now?" Max asks raising an eyebrow. I was actually as curious as him to know the 'fun' activities on our agenda.

   "Guards take the prisoners and follow me. Y/N, you and you're friend are in for a treat." My so-called-friend tells us. Whoop-dee-doo.