Two paintings made of blood
"If you were a Korean, maybe I would have feared you more. But you look like Middle Eastern. No, I think you are actually from a South Asian country. So it means someone hired you and you can be bought. Tell me how much do I have to pay to get your blue suit and also the technology behind your silent cloaking."
It couldn't be denied that Kim had a sane mind and made up his story. Whatever this ugly mad man was saying with his godforsaken hair was actually what any intelligent person should think in a very calm mindset. Kim Jong-un's ability to think earned more respect from here because he thought of this while he was being threatened. The loss of connection was a huge red flag for him and he could easily die but here he was still calm, still thinking logically.
It seemed like behind that pudgy exterior there was a capable brain. Robin couldn't help but clap at this. Kim looked quite happy after getting the praises. His narcissism was quite literally on display.
"You are right about only one thing and wrong about the rest."
Kim's smirk changed to a tight lipped frown. He didn't know where he went wrong.
"Which part am I wrong about?"
"You are correct when you said that I belong to South Asia. I was born in India. You are wrong about everything else. Nobody hired me. Neither did anybody put a price on your head. I am here on my own. As for ruling..... Sigret show him."
What happened next blew the minds of Kim and Ri and even the women who didn't show any emotions, shuddered. They saw the woman who had been quietly standing behind changed her body. From a tall woman she changed to exactly Kim's height and then her body morphed from slender and modelesque to an obese rotund form, her womanly curves disappeared and she shifted her stance as her center of gravity shifted. Her long platinum blond flowy hair receded into her skull to match Kim's famous hairstyle and changed to black.
Within seconds she turned from a bewitching beauty to a rather plump man. She turned herself to an exact replica of Kim Jong-un. Though her dress didn't exactly match her body, and tore at several places it couldn't be denied that she had completely transformed into a clone.
Kim was looking at her in horror. He never expected to see such a creature with his own eyes and nor imagined such circumstances. He was too dumbfounded to speak and his brain almost couldn't bear this reality where folkoric shapeshifters apparently existed.
"So you see, you can already be replaced."
Kim now had beads of sweat on his shiny forehead. He was at an impasse. Without much further thought he ran towards Robin who was sitting casually and jumped into him to deliver a punch from up. Though he was a little old and fat, he did have his military training and he had learnt some basic hand to hand combat.
Robin lifted his hand to stop the punch of Kim casually. Not only did he stop the punch, but also caught it with his hand, but this was not the end. He put pressure on his hand and instantly Kim cried out in pain. Robin just broke the knuckle bones of this person with one move.
Kim's cries echoed on the walls of the huge master bedroom but it never got out. This room didn't even have windows. If it was there maybe he would have been saved by the cry, but there was none.
"Please.... Stop... Please... Stop.. Ahh... The pain..." Kim started grovelling with his knees touching the floor as he bent down. He actually wanted to hurt Robin on his nuts with his other hand but Robin held his hand in such a way that he could move the other as he pinned his hand upside down which made his body turn.
"Stop? No.. Why should I stop? Didn't you say that I didn't have any grudge against you? It is true that I don't have grudges but what you have done to the country is not forgivable. This world has gone to waste for a long time and I will cleanse it with my own hands. And you will be the start." Robin said as he stepped on his foot.
He applied pressure and Kim, who had just lost his hand, now lost his foot too. He cried out in a shrill pitch, tears started rolling down his face. The First Lady actually wanted to help her husband but seeing how Robin treated him, she reverted back to the corner with more fear in her eyes. She wanted to run for the door but somehow the woman who had turned into her husband had been looking at her with warm eyes.
Those eyes may emit warm feelings but she was sure that she could bring her down. Her instincts were clearly screaming that.
Meanwhile, Robin just stepped into his other foot. After a few more seconds of crying in extreme pain he lost consciousness. His brain had decided to shut the body off so that he didn't die. Robin was a little disturbed by this.
For the first time he felt hunger for blood in his life. This guy and his family ruled such a great country and just fueled their pockets with money and power. He wanted him to suffer more, but his body had decided otherwise.
With a look of disgust on his face, he changed his hand armor into a huge plasma pistol and shot at the head of Kim Jong-un. Unlike the soldier who just had a bullet wound in his head, the head of Kim burst open and blood got splattered everywhere.
Sigret's clothes and Robin's armor was plastered with droplets of blood, so were the floors and ceiling. The Blue Beetle on his back squirmed and made those blood clots vanish with its nano tech. Sigret was back in her original shape but the blots remained.
After getting rid of Kim, he looked at Ri. She was bawling her eyes out, but there was no voice. She didn't know what would happen to her now. Robin didn't care about her and looked at the women who were just looking at him with curious eyes.
They didn't have much hope for themselves, but seeing this pig of a human being die in front of them did bring back some of the light that they had lost.
"What are your names?"
"..."
"..."
There was no reply and Robin felt awkward.
"Umm do you have homes to return to?"
There was silence again but one of the women who looked a little older than the rest shook her head in denial.
"Where do you live?"
That woman just pointed downwards indicating that they used to live in this palace, probably like a jail.
"What about your family?" Robin asked. At this question every single one of the women flinched a bit, and that followed by sadness. Sigret touched the shoulder of Robin and shook her head. He immediately understood. The families of these women were dead and they were the only remaining survivors.
Robin stiffened.
He wanted to vent his anger and he did so with a shot at the head of the First Lady, killing her the same way her husband died. Blood again got painted everywhere. The women who had been looking at Robin had their eyes wide open. Killing Kim was like a relief to them but they didn't have much hope for themselves.
But killing this woman meant totally a different thing. This meant the man might not just care about the flesh of a woman. Though nothing has been proved yet but for the first time the women had seen a glimmer of hope.
It was Sigret who came forward to talk. The women felt a little scared of her as they thought of her as a witch since she could change into a different person so everyone took a few steps back.
"I am not your enemy. I know that your families have died but if you want to survive and have a good life, I can only ask you to come with me." Sigret as she snapped her fingers. And the next second TARDIS appeared at the room.
"You want to take these girls away?"
"Yes, until the country settles down, we will have to hide them. We can't bring the outside as there is a high chance that people will recognize these girls and the truth will be out. These girls have seen our faces. Until you are ready to show our face, these women will have to hide."
"So from one prison to another."
"No, they will have all the liberties. Plus we need some people to take care of the things as more things will be brought back. These women don't have a family anyways."
The three women listened to the conversation and felt a little despair but they didn't speak out. Weak women like them didn't have the right to speak, or so they thought.
"Did you start the next phase?"
"Already sent the messages of an emergency meeting at the palace to those scums.
Two paintings made of blood
"If you were a Korean, maybe I would have feared you more. But you look like Middle Eastern. No, I think you are actually from a South Asian country. So it means someone hired you and you can be bought. Tell me how much do I have to pay to get your blue suit and also the technology behind your silent cloaking."
It couldn't be denied that Kim had a sane mind and made up his story. Whatever this ugly mad man was saying with his godforsaken hair was actually what any intelligent person should think in a very calm mindset. Kim Jong-un's ability to think earned more respect from here because he thought of this while he was being threatened. The loss of connection was a huge red flag for him and he could easily die but here he was still calm, still thinking logically.
It seemed like behind that pudgy exterior there was a capable brain. Robin couldn't help but clap at this. Kim looked quite happy after getting the praises. His narcissism was quite literally on display.
"You are right about only one thing and wrong about the rest."
Kim's smirk changed to a tight lipped frown. He didn't know where he went wrong.
"Which part am I wrong about?"
"You are correct when you said that I belong to South Asia. I was born in India. You are wrong about everything else. Nobody hired me. Neither did anybody put a price on your head. I am here on my own. As for ruling..... Sigret show him."
What happened next blew the minds of Kim and Ri and even the women who didn't show any emotions, shuddered. They saw the woman who had been quietly standing behind changed her body. From a tall woman she changed to exactly Kim's height and then her body morphed from slender and modelesque to an obese rotund form, her womanly curves disappeared and she shifted her stance as her center of gravity shifted. Her long platinum blond flowy hair receded into her skull to match Kim's famous hairstyle and changed to black.
Within seconds she turned from a bewitching beauty to a rather plump man. She turned herself to an exact replica of Kim Jong-un. Though her dress didn't exactly match her body, and tore at several places it couldn't be denied that she had completely transformed into a clone.
Kim was looking at her in horror. He never expected to see such a creature with his own eyes and nor imagined such circumstances. He was too dumbfounded to speak and his brain almost couldn't bear this reality where folkoric shapeshifters apparently existed.
"So you see, you can already be replaced."
Kim now had beads of sweat on his shiny forehead. He was at an impasse. Without much further thought he ran towards Robin who was sitting casually and jumped into him to deliver a punch from up. Though he was a little old and fat, he did have his military training and he had learnt some basic hand to hand combat.
Robin lifted his hand to stop the punch of Kim casually. Not only did he stop the punch, but also caught it with his hand, but this was not the end. He put pressure on his hand and instantly Kim cried out in pain. Robin just broke the knuckle bones of this person with one move.
Kim's cries echoed on the walls of the huge master bedroom but it never got out. This room didn't even have windows. If it was there maybe he would have been saved by the cry, but there was none.
"Please.... Stop... Please... Stop.. Ahh... The pain..." Kim started grovelling with his knees touching the floor as he bent down. He actually wanted to hurt Robin on his nuts with his other hand but Robin held his hand in such a way that he could move the other as he pinned his hand upside down which made his body turn.
"Stop? No.. Why should I stop? Didn't you say that I didn't have any grudge against you? It is true that I don't have grudges but what you have done to the country is not forgivable. This world has gone to waste for a long time and I will cleanse it with my own hands. And you will be the start." Robin said as he stepped on his foot.
He applied pressure and Kim, who had just lost his hand, now lost his foot too. He cried out in a shrill pitch, tears started rolling down his face. The First Lady actually wanted to help her husband but seeing how Robin treated him, she reverted back to the corner with more fear in her eyes. She wanted to run for the door but somehow the woman who had turned into her husband had been looking at her with warm eyes.
Those eyes may emit warm feelings but she was sure that she could bring her down. Her instincts were clearly screaming that.
Meanwhile, Robin just stepped into his other foot. After a few more seconds of crying in extreme pain he lost consciousness. His brain had decided to shut the body off so that he didn't die. Robin was a little disturbed by this.
For the first time he felt hunger for blood in his life. This guy and his family ruled such a great country and just fueled their pockets with money and power. He wanted him to suffer more, but his body had decided otherwise.
With a look of disgust on his face, he changed his hand armor into a huge plasma pistol and shot at the head of Kim Jong-un. Unlike the soldier who just had a bullet wound in his head, the head of Kim burst open and blood got splattered everywhere.
Sigret's clothes and Robin's armor was plastered with droplets of blood, so were the floors and ceiling. The Blue Beetle on his back squirmed and made those blood clots vanish with its nano tech. Sigret was back in her original shape but the blots remained.
After getting rid of Kim, he looked at Ri. She was bawling her eyes out, but there was no voice. She didn't know what would happen to her now. Robin didn't care about her and looked at the women who were just looking at him with curious eyes.
They didn't have much hope for themselves, but seeing this pig of a human being die in front of them did bring back some of the light that they had lost.
"What are your names?"
"..."
"..."
There was no reply and Robin felt awkward.
"Umm do you have homes to return to?"
There was silence again but one of the women who looked a little older than the rest shook her head in denial.
"Where do you live?"
That woman just pointed downwards indicating that they used to live in this palace, probably like a jail.
"What about your family?" Robin asked. At this question every single one of the women flinched a bit, and that followed by sadness. Sigret touched the shoulder of Robin and shook her head. He immediately understood. The families of these women were dead and they were the only remaining survivors.
Robin stiffened.
He wanted to vent his anger and he did so with a shot at the head of the First Lady, killing her the same way her husband died. Blood again got painted everywhere. The women who had been looking at Robin had their eyes wide open. Killing Kim was like a relief to them but they didn't have much hope for themselves.
But killing this woman meant totally a different thing. This meant the man might not just care about the flesh of a woman. Though nothing has been proved yet but for the first time the women had seen a glimmer of hope.
It was Sigret who came forward to talk. The women felt a little scared of her as they thought of her as a witch since she could change into a different person so everyone took a few steps back.
"I am not your enemy. I know that your families have died but if you want to survive and have a good life, I can only ask you to come with me." Sigret as she snapped her fingers. And the next second TARDIS appeared at the room.
"You want to take these girls away?"
"Yes, until the country settles down, we will have to hide them. We can't bring the outside as there is a high chance that people will recognize these girls and the truth will be out. These girls have seen our faces. Until you are ready to show our face, these women will have to hide."
"So from one prison to another."
"No, they will have all the liberties. Plus we need some people to take care of the things as more things will be brought back. These women don't have a family anyways."
The three women listened to the conversation and felt a little despair but they didn't speak out. Weak women like them didn't have the right to speak, or so they thought.
"Did you start the next phase?"
"Already sent the messages of an emergency meeting at the palace to those scums.
