Shadownight Family: Kennedy's room

My room and what crazy stuff happens in it! Role play by the Shadownight family! If you like this, go check out the rest of the Shadownights rooms, and you'll know everything there is to know about our messed up family! Great if you love drama and role play! If you like this book or the Shadownights in all, please do the following: Post on your profile Bio #Shadownight Movement

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66. New Plan

 

The original plan was simple. Go kill a majority of the lethal group trying to eradicate my family, and give myself up so they would kill me and stop chasing after the people I love. But as I said, that was the original. 

 

New plan is to kill all of them, and somehow manage to not get killed. I must have hurt their population, because there aren't many occupied rooms. They let me roam freely, as long as I don't try anything stupid. I don't. Instead I think of what stupid things I could do. 

 

An art I learned while Aunt Midnight was lecturing is how to sleep with your eyes open. I became good at it, and haven't heard a word that has come out of that mouthy women's trap since. It comes in handy, especially when you're forced to sit in a chair and watch an hour long video about how the Chess Pieces were founded and how they operate, blah blah blah. And the endless propaganda against my family, some other families, authority figures, and whomever else has stolen their beer or insulted their mustache. I look like I'm watching, but most of the time I'm sleeping. I catch enough bits and pieces to ramble off and memorize that they think I'm turning. I am being trusted. Which is exactly how I am going to kill them. 

 

I located an abandoned room, full of dust and mice, that contained extremely old, ancient even, weapons and bombs created by them over hundreds of years. I swear for ruthless killers, they have a soft side for memorabilia. I collected a few hand grenades, and a smoke bomb, and hid them in my clothes. They are old, and might not work, but it's worth a try. I've only been here for three days seven hours and fifteen minutes, but I'm tired of it. The food is so disgusting I feel I will gag as soon as it hits my mouth. And besides that, I haven't had a night off since arriving. But the most important thing to me, is going home. 

 

I awaken early, earlier than the usual five am, and tip toe out of my room. They stopped locking me in after I bowed to the portrait of their founder. They gave me back my satchel, with everything left untouched. I have my extra cloak, my dagger, everything. 

 

I place the thousand year old smoke bomb directly outside the Master's room, who was too tired to even ask for me. I then move on to two more key areas, the actual weapon and bomb storage room, which will hopefully catch fire, explode even more, and limit their weapons to use against me in my escape.

 

I drop the last grenade off at the front entrance, and quietly go back to my room, checking I've stored all my stocked up food and water flasks in my satchel. Then, without caring anymore, I run out of the door, quickly bending down to activate the smoke bomb as I pass it. No one stirs enough until I pass the first bomb, and it goes off just enough to make lots of noise and a small fire. I pray it will activate the others. Then lastly, as I hear shouts behind me, I pull the next tab, releasing more destruction on the entrance, where I bolt out the door. The frame collapses behind me, and I'm free. They are stuck, and hopefully still drunk from last nights numerous toasts.  

 

I slash through the woods, not stopping. I need to get as far away as possible. 

 

Then I hear a small sound, and a large thump. Looking behind me at the great plump of black mane, I see none other than Night, laying in the lush forest. He looks at me, and seems happy. He waited for me, four days he waited. I kneel beside the beast, hugging his neck and encouraging him to rise. He does, and shakes his head a little. He seems okay, besides a few places of dried blood. He can move too. Hearing noise behind me, I jump on his back, and off we go, into the night, just like what seems like forever ago, when we fled towards the chess pieces. Now, we are running away. 

 

I sling my cloak out of my satchel and pull it over my arms, around my shoulders. I have my beloved boots back, and thank God they never looked as far as under the souls, so I have two knives in there, a dagger, and a few stray arrows from my first fight with the Chess Pieces. All in all, the ride back will be a lot harder, but should be a lot faster, considering we have been in this territory before, and Night and I are a bit more excited to go home than we were on the journey to our deaths. 

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