The Overthrow (Tyr & Little Toy)

[Tyr]

The country had been ruled by the same despotic family for two generations. They called their country a republic, but that was in name only. President for life Edgar Ramone’s father was the first president for life of this country after his father Hector’s death. Edgar was the oldest of two sons and two daughters, and the heir apparent and his father’s favorite even from the time he was born. Family members were all given positions of power or areas of control. And though Edgar’s younger brother Phillip was a member of the family, he’d always played second fiddle to his brother, and had been given lesser roles. Before his brother was president, he was the head of the air force. Phillip was the black sheep of the family, the one willing to do what most would not speak about, take care of the problems that others didn’t have the stomach to deal with. So rather than be in charge of one of the prestigious services of the military, he was instead in charge of state security.

Phillip had plotted, planned, and bribed, while he moved slowly gaining the trust of everyone that mattered, till finally came the day. Oh yes he’d planted stuff on loyal men, arranged a few accidents, and each time making sure a man loyal to him assumed a key position. Even as he strode through the halls of the presidential palace several generals and other key personnel where undergoing severe lead poisoning, as they were shot. Even now his forces were moving to secure the palace, occasional gunfire could be heard as well as screams. Bravery, heroics and stupidity were a human condition that often went together, luckily today those foolish enough to believe in them would find their blood staining the floor of this fine building.

His brother had done everything but ostracize him, and his direct family all thought he was some sort of second class citizen, when in fact he had been the one to keep them in power all these years, doing their dirty work. Today they would realize that their pet monster had his own agenda. Even now members of the president’s immediate family were being gathered up, as he moved to the great hall to meet his brother. They’d found him trying to escape with his security detail through the servants quarters, that security detail lay dead and bleeding, ambushed by a unit that knew all the planned escape routes.

Phillip deposited himself in the throne like seat as the Presidential family was brought forth, his attention, currently on various commanders that reported on their capture or control of critical installations. No one would be coming to the rescue the Presidents Edgar today. The office he thought he'd hold for life, had effectively gone to another.

 

[LittleToy]

Elizabeth showed nothing but loyalty to her husband, and her throne. She had never trusted her husband's brother, getting a odd vibe from the man, a feeling she usually ignored, until now. So many men, innocent men, accused to theft, murder, and much more. Oddly enough, once one of her husband's honest men were accused and sentenced to death or life behind bars, Phillip's men were right there to take their place, this did not sit well with Elizabeth.

So much wasted blood and tears, Elizabeth thought, as she watched her kingdom fall into another man's hands. Elizabeth and her oldest daughter were walking through the halls, escorted by guards, to be taken to the new ruler. Elizabeth was dressed in a very expensive and goddy dress of black and off-white. She was covered in jewels and gold, ear rings, necklaces, bracelets, anything that showed she was a rich and powerful woman, she wore. Her long black hair was pulled back and hidden under her crown.

Her daughter on the other hand, Stephanie, was dressed in a elegant blue dress and only a gold necklace around her beautiful neck, that her father had given her. Stephanie was a very mild-mannered young princess. The two women made their way to the room where Phillip was enjoying his success.

"Tell me," Elizabeth steps forward to him, only to be held back by a large guard. "What is the meaning of all this?" She demands, pointing to the man sitting in her husbands throne. Stephanie stood back and watched, like she usually had.

 

[Tyr]

Phillip wanted to jump and scream to the world on how much he finally would have his day. No longer would be have to hear his older brother's ramblings on how generous he was, and how much he should appreciate , or the scraps he threw Phillip's way out of some brotherly benevolence. Now that condescending son of a bitch was going to get what he deserved. Even when they were younger his older brother would flaunt his favoritism and advantage, all because he was first born. Phillip didn’t have the charisma, the way with people and girls his older brother had, so he always felt left out, a second class member of the family. Shit his older brother had even flaunted the girls and staff he fucked, letting his brother know how they all wanted his attention. Worst was the model girlfriend that he had when they were young, and how he flaunted her, told him he’d never get something so hot, so totally fuckable. And everything his brother had said was right; as she'd become the perfect wife, and given birth to the most beautiful of daughters, and all of them something he could only dream of till today.

So he sat there like some king, watching as members of his brother’s most privileged family were brought in. All of them showing the signs of their wealth and power, as they stood there. The mother Elizabeth was a woman of exquisite beauty, whose looks hadn’t dulled with age or motherhood. And though he’d never told his brother, he’d lusted after her even when he was a young man, but of course she was untouchable, and he nothing more than a minor family member to give a passing acknowledgement of. In fact most of his family treated him as dirty and unclean even though he’d done everything and more that was asked of him. If anyone knew how to truly rule it was him, not his brother. Now they would learn who the true power in this country was and how such power could be wielded.

Tell you? I don’t have to tell you anything … but I will. There has been a change in management as it were.

Raising his hand he snapped his finger, and from a side door two men dressed in internal security uniforms and still wearing body armor, dragged in a figure, with a black hood over his head. They unceremoniously deposited him on the floor with a thud, the man’s arms tied behind his back. Without warning they pull the hood from his head, revealing a bruised and battered man, her husband, his brother, Edgar Ramone, ex-president for life.