Encumbrance by Tai Goodman (best books to read for young adults txt) 📖

RIGHT." Chapter X: In Jeopardy

 PRIME MINISTER'S BUILDING

 

BJ was halfway done, killing every guard and person armed with a weapon. He made it to the final room. The door in front of his revenge. 'This will be the day. This is the day that you will suffer, Juvencivilla. This will be candy for my eyes. I hope you burn for your sins."

 

BJ readied his pistol, and kicked the door in. He aimed at the chair sitting in the middle of the room, behind a desk with the name-plate: "BENJAMIN JUVENCIVILLA, PRIME MINISTER." 

 

But there was something missing. Not on the desk. Not on the floor. But in the chair. Nothing was in the chair. Juvencivilla was gone. And in the corner, Harold Barbeau sat there. He spun around in her chair. "WHERE'S JUVENCIVILLA?! TELL ME!"

BJ aimed his pistol at Harold's head. The hidden guards in the room stepped out, aiming at BJ. "Well well well, if it isn't Scaramouche. The terrorist who's come to kill me." 

 

"That's not the point. But it could be if you don't answer my FUCKING QUESTION!" 

BJ looked to the side, and saw a picture of Juvencivilla. He had brown hair, a royal coat, and a stern look on his face. Then BJ looked back at Harold Barbeau. "Before I tell you, take off that mask. Let me see who's come all this way to kill."

 

BJ removed his mask. Then Harold eyed him for a bit. "Heheheh... HAAHAHAHAHAHAH! ARE YOU JOKING? WHAT IS THIS? GUARDS- LOOK AT HIM!"

The guards noticed BJ's face, and started laughing. "You want Juvencivilla? I'll give you him alright, he's in that bathroom over there. Go look." BJ walked over to the bathroom, and kicked the door open. Nobody was inside. He looked around. Under the sink. In the bathtub. In the ventilation. Outside on the balcony. Nobody was there. But then he found Juvencivilla when he looked in the mirror. 

 

"...No..."

 

 He flashed back to the nurse in the hospital. She read his ID. "Okayyy... Well from your identification, BJ, you are a 38 year old male human being.."

Then the conversation with Gertrude. "No, no. I'm not from America. I was born in England, 1881." Gertrude responded with, "Same year the prime minister was born."

Then the feud at the gun store. "Alrighty then... Have a good day, now take your crap and get out 'your royal ass-ness' Jeez, that's the seventh one of you this week." 

Then finally, the bartender. And on that ID, it read in big black letters:

 

CARTER JUVENCIVILLA, BENJAMIN

 

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THIS ENTIRE GODDAMNED TIME, I WAS LOOKING FOR MYSELF." Harold started laughing again. "See? It's funny, isn't it. Now come out of that room and get on your knees." BJ exited the room, knowing his identity. But he refused to kneel.

"I said on your knees. GET ON YOUR KNEES."

 

"No. But what's about to happen is this: I'm going to go around, and kill your men. Then I'll kill you." Harold scoffed and said, "Alright, how do you suppos-"

 

"With your own sabre through your own neck."

 

Harold pulled out his sabre and stuck it into the wood of the table. "Come over here, let's see that happen." BJ teleported over to the first guard, and stabbed him through the heart, and stole his rifle. Then he fired three shots, killing three other men. Blood sprayed over Juvencivilla's portrait. Harold aimed his pistol at BJ, and fired, missing. Then he cocked his pistol back and fired again, hitting a 'human shield' BJ had in his reach. BJ threw the corpse down, grabbing a stone bust and throwing it at Harold.

BJ pulled a guard's neck through a sabre, decapitating him, and kicking the head over to Harold, landing on his desk. Then BJ arrived over to Harold.

 

"I made you a promise." BJ stabbed Harold through his hand and said, "Tell me what happened. TELL ME! WHY DID JUVENCIVILLA THROW ME OUT A  WINDOW?"

 

"Wow. Your memory is DIRT. You think you were in a fight with yourself and were threw out a window. Were you really thrown out a window, or did you fall out of one?"

 

BJ pulled Harold's sabre out of the tabletop and said, "It doesn't matter anymore." Aiming it at Harold's neck, Harold pulled something out of his pocket. A grenade. Missing the pin. Harold lightly dropped it to his right, and BEW!

 

BJ was sent flying halfway across the room, with his legs blown off. Harold's desk was in wooden shards, and the right half of his face was charred. He was impaled on a wooden shard. "I CAN'T BELIEVE... YOU FELL... FOR THE OLDEST *cough* TRICK IN THE BOOK!" 

 

BJ appeared to be dead. Then he reose both of his arms, with the sabres still in the palms of his hands. "God save the Queen." He started pulling himself towards Harold by alternating between sabres, hauling himself across the carpet.

 

"WHA- HOW THE- You're STILL ALIVE? HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THAT? No matter, I'LL KILL YOU AGAIN! YOU RAT!" Harold's pistol was far from his reach. Then he looked back at BJ. "Oh dear."

 

BJ had finally reached Harold. First, he stabbed Harold in his knee. He hauled himself onto the desk with his strength. Then he stabbed Harold in the shoulder with his own sabre. Then finally, BJ plunged Harold's sabre through Harold's neck. That was it. The deed was done. Knowing he had come all this way for no reason, he found his two legs, partially reconnected them, and healed them back onto the stumps with a spell.

 

"I guess parliament is nothing now. I destroyed every high chair member. And knowing that I'm the prime minister, I guess everyone will be looking up to me for how this nation will heal. It won't. Even though I killed everyone, I still made a difference. Now a harsh government has been eradicated, and nobody shall suffer. God save the Queen."

 

 

Chapter XI: New England

 BJ returned home, and fell on his couch. And then Victor Kroul appeared in spirit. "Congratulations. You've done the world a great favor, prime minister."

BJ squinted and stood up, aiming his sabre at Victor. "HOW THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!" 

Victor started laughing. "There's no Victor, mate. I'm not a human, I'm just a magical figment of your imagination. Everything you did, all because I put it on you. You read the book, sure. But it was only me who gave you the spells. Many people have seen me, I have no mass. I have no emotion, except for negativity. Good job, BENJAMIN. You just killed all of parliament."

 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" 

BJ stabbed through Victor, but Victor disappeared into thin air. 

 

Meanwhile, Connor Vixen was heading back home. He had resigned from his position, without any pay. He was pronounced dead, from the evidence found at the Queen's Burrow. He looked at his materials, then sighed. 

 

Gertrude stepped outside and saw riots on the streets. People toting torches, pitchforks, spears. Then she saw the parliament tower being blown up by Euvoskia's civilian population. "BJ, you did the right thing." 

 

BJ knew he was wanted criminal now. As he sat on his couch, he tried to predict a more well future for Euvoskia. For England. For God's country. He then casted one last spell of invincibility to age. "Fuestos-APRILLO!" And at that moment, he would stay the same age until he wanted the spell to wore off, and his mouth created a menacing grin.

 

God save our gracious Queen

Long live our noble Queen

God save the Queen

Send her victorious

Happy and glorious

Long to reign over us

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

 

 

ENCUMBRANCE

Written by Tai Goodman.

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Publication Date: 01-15-2019

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