Post 5

Hans stood up slowly. He was alone. The rain had soaked him through and the cold had touched him much deeper than the goose bumps on his skin showed. Königin was gone. He looked around the rain soaked streets and realized how hungry he was. Slowly, mechanically, his muscles moved his body off to find food. As he wandered past a restaurant, he watched a man with no pants on wander inside. What a fool. That happy smile on his face embodied all that Hans had found to be naive and childish in the world. He thought he had chance. He thought people would listen to him. The world never listened to anyone who didn't have several million dollars and an army behind them. Hans- Georg was proof of that. All those years, scraping and working his fingers to the bone had been repaid with nothing. He had had no choice. His theivry had been his only choice. Leona had changed that though. Leona... Meine Königin...