The King and His Men

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh had walked away, his face holding a grimace against the people that had failed to remember his reign as King. The town was still staring at the Golden, Armored warrior as his Golden Armor seemed to dissipate into Golden dust. His clothes was now wearing a white v-neck and black pants, with his signature golden necklace hanging around his neck. Whispers were all around him and flooded the streets he passed by. As he continued down the street, the sky turned a bright orange and he had just passed by a local inn. He turned too see the sun begin it's descent and the moon's turn to rise.

Then I shall bless this inexcusable Inn with my presence.

He proceeded to walk to the door, with the large sign hanging stating, "Drinks And Lodge." He flung two wooden doors to see a girl in her twenties standing there, behind the counter of the Motel. She had orange hair and her eyes were a lush green. She was standing there twirling her hair, obviously bored of this small town life-style. Gilgamesh walked over to her and she looked up, apparently startled by the King's grand appearance, even in casual clothes.

"Ca-Can I help you?" she stuttered, nervously.

"I would like your finest room with bedsheets made of satin!" The King looked at his nails, making his appearance much more pompous than usual.

"We have cotton bedsheets…" Her nervousness completely gone and instead a tone of annoyance flooded her voice.

"I suppose that will have to do." The King had let out a sigh and the girl who had grown tired of him rolled her eyes. Which in turn received a hostile glare.

"Here are your keys to room 8. Don't make a mess your highness. You will pay in the morning."

Gilgamesh snatched the keys from the unappreciative girl. She should be lucky that the King had the time of day to speak to her. He walked off head in the air, leaving her to her daily adventures of split ends.

To his left he saw a room full of broken stools, loud yelling and drunken men, and to his right was a staircase that lead up to the higher level with all the bedrooms. A man fell out of the room to the left, with rosy cheeks and a stagger in his step.

Mongrels…

"Excus' me sir. Do yo' hav any money to buy me another beer." The man had a slur to his speech and Gilgamesh could tell he had one too many drinks. The man reached up and grabbed onto his shirt.

"HOW DARE YOU BRING ME DOWN TO YOUR LEVEL! I BELONG AMONG THE HEAVENS!"

Gilgamesh backhanded the drunken man and knocked him unconscious, which wasn't hard to do. The King was furious and it almost seemed that steam would erupt from his ears. He stormed off into the room upstairs and opened his room. Every step up the stairs released and audible creak and Gilgamesh feared that the next step would crash into the ground.

He eventually reached his room with the number eight inscribed in the door, crude and done by a knife. Gilgamesh opened the door and he feared that the hinges would fall off. The first thing that hit him was the stench, the unspeakable stench of manure that filled the room. The bed looked less comfortable than the floor and the mirror had cobwebs on it.

Gilgamesh was speechless…he had no idea what to say for the atrocities that the woman had committed against him. He grumbled and sat on the bed, which was no comparison to the fine materials that Gilgamesh had enjoyed in his life as a king. He sighed and laid against the wooden frame, unsuccessfully made comfier by the paper thin sheets. He closed his eyes and the tainted world had disappeared for a second.

Darkness appeared everywhere before Gilgamesh. He was alone in the darkness and he sees figure from his past. King Arthur had appeared and walked over to Gilgamesh. He pushed the hair back from her face and she took hold of his hand. "Take back your Kingdom." The world shrunk on Gilgamesh until…

Gilgamesh had awoken from his slumber by the sounds of a roaring engine and screams from the streets. The cries from the street pierced his ears and had a rude awakening from his dream. The reminder of the stench and filth he was in brought a grimace to his face and as well as a sour mood.

He walked down the stairs and was greeted at the front desk with silence, the bar was empty and the obnoxious, red-haired lady was no longer there. He left a gold bar there, being feeling quite generous despite his foul mood.

He exited the bar into the deserted streets to see a handful of men on makeshift choppers that looked as if they were made of of parts from the local dump. The men were scruffy and had yellow that stained their teeth.

"We're the Paul Gone Gang! Now surrender and give us your valuables and no one gets hurt!" The leader of the gang had shouted. Gilgamesh turned his head to see many of the town windows shut their windows and the loud thud of doors. The leader of the gang let out an uproarious laughter and got off of his junkyard chopper.

A squad of white troops that Gilgamesh had seen the previous day had come out of an alley and positioned themselves against a pile of barrels. Their guns pointed at the gang, eliciting a quickdraw response from the members.

"Surrender Paul Gone! Your finished!" exclaimed a voice from the identical troops.

"You think I'm going to give in to a bunch of Stormtroopers? In your dreams! Get em' boys!"

Bullets and beams of energy flew everywhere. However, one by one the "Stormtroopers" began to crumble underneath the massive force of bandits, while inflicting much less casualties. The Gang had won the exchange and the Stormtrooper captain was all that was left.

"Mission Failed, I require reinforcements!"

The Gang leader walked up to the Stormtrooper and kicked the gun out of his hand as the captain was about to fire. He put the revolver up to the Captains head and pulled the trigger, against the stormtroopers pleas for mercy.

"Now where were we? You were about to give me your valuables, isn't that right?"

Gilgamesh, uninterested began to walk in the other direction of the bandits, not caring what they did with the town.

"Hey you! Hand over your valuables before I put a bullet in your brain like I did these Stormtroopers!"

A golden portal opened up quickly and shot a few weapons at the choppers that the Gang had arrived on, followed by a fiery explosion that flew some of the members of the gang.

"I met a man who refused my right to be King. He is dead. Don't make the same mistake."

The Paul Gone looked astonished at the havoc that the King had delivered within seconds of his arrival. He looked back at his members in panic.

"Don't just stand there! Shoot him!" He cried desperately before he turned to see Gilgamesh just drawing out his massive scythe. He didn't even have a moment to blink before the scythe had traveled directly into his neck, spurting out blood everywhere.

"For those who wish to live. Run. You aren't worth my time."

The lackies of the deceased Paul Gone were running in their tracks, disappointed that their wheels were gone. Gilgamesh let his weapons flow back into his vault and he closed the portal. The citizens of Carrefore had opened their windows for a brief peak at the explosions and screams of pain that were occurring outside, just to see Gilgamesh and the bodies of the deceased Stormtroopers and Gang Members.

"For those who still question my Kingship. You shall learn!" Gilgamesh announced to the town. He turned away and strode off, kicking up dust.