The Fight For The Movellas Throne

In the kingdom of Movellas, King Jordan Philips ruled over the people, and everyone was happy. Until, that is, the neighboring kingdom, the land of the Directioners, declared war. Townsfolk were forced into hiding, and soon the Royals of the Kingdom had disappeared. Few must rise up, to help conquer the Directioners once and for all, and find the Royals of Movellas!

WARNING: This is an anti-One Direction fiction. I'm very much against them in my writing, so please don't have a go at me, saying 'How could you say that?' because IT'S A BIT OF A JOKE. NO OFFENCE INTENDED. THANKS. Anyways, enjoy!

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6. Chapter 5

"Oh, god." Zoe breathed. 

"Ergh," Lia stuttered. 

Imogen remained silent.

"Come on," Zoe started, getting up. "We're going home."

"Coming, Imogen?" Lia questioned, letting go of the poster. "If we hurry now, we can-"

"No." Imogen insisted. 

"What?!" the pair asked in unison. 

"I said no. We'll be captured, questioned then killed anyway. To be honest, I'd rather rot down here."

"We can't do that!" Zoe insisted, guesturing to Lia. "Help me pick her up," she mouthed.

But the second they stepped out into the street, however, and I am very sorry to say this, but -

Wait, do you really want to know? You could stop reading this now, and think everything was well again, but I'm afraid the whole thing will start going downhill from this point. Disappearances, mysterious notes, bloodshed and sorrow are all that will appear on the screen for this movella from now.

You really want to know?

Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you.

- they were surrounded. Directional patrol had cornered them, thumping their hideous fat fists in anger. Soon each girl was grabbed around her waist, hurled across a burly guard's shoulder, as a rag was bressed against their nose and mouth.

Sending them down,

down,

down...

 

✎ ✏ 

 

Clustered around the flickering fireplace, a group of Movellians sighed; Imogen, Lia and Zoe were still yet to return. Adam was resting with Tolchock in his chamber, so couldn't even provide Crystal, Spice, Superaja and the others with his wisdom, or even a bad joke.

A shove, then rip of paper broke the eerie silence. Getting up, J.K. turned round to discover a small, tatty, oblong sheet of parchment. 

"What is it?" Inkball asked curiously, her fingers drumming on the desk with anticipation.

"Dunno - some kind of note..." J.K.replied. Loosening the black ribbon that bound it, she scanned the note aloud. The illiterate, poorly-spelled page read:

"Movelians,

This cherade is up. Yes, we no wher yoor secret base is. And we plan on finding out a lott moor soun. 3 of your kind (the 1 who sells buks, the American gurl and the nosie little upstart what we attempptted to capture b4) is within our clutches. U must give urselfs up now. U hav 48 hours. That's 2 days if u didnt no.

C u ther,

Signed:

Louis Tomlinson   Zayn Malik   Liam Payne   Niall Horan   Harry Styles"

Before anyone had chance to register the situation, Adam had come downstairs. Looking bleak, he stated:

"Larky's gone."

They all opened their mouths to speak, but he silenced them.

"And I think they're planning on nuking my account. I'll be gone soon-" he checking his watch. "- in less than a minute, to be exact. But just remember: the war isn't over yet. We can win. All we have to do is-"

His mouth kept moving, but sound stopped coming out. Looking desperate, he winced at those in front of him, as his image began to flicker. Soon enough, there was no Adam left.

He was gone.

Now, I told you to stop reading, didn't I?

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