midnight out of control

midnight out of control

Author: A grain of rice treasure

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As a refugee released from Snow Country, Curtis was redeemed the first time he saw the prince.

This is a story about rescue and struggle.

The character setting of the story is derived from the movie "Snowpiercer" Curtis and the TV series "Kings" Jack.

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A heavy snow covered the entire planet.In order to avoid the wind and snow, the surviving refugees were arranged in a long train, powered by a perpetual motion machine, and the train has been running endlessly for 17 years.

17 years later, the snow finally gradually melted, and the snow-sealed roofs were gradually revealed. Human society is slowly restoring order, like a newborn baby, fragile but full of vitality.

The vagrants who escaped from the Snowpiercer train were in shock, and had changed from the initial chaos to bewilderment.They got the news that the only remaining country on the earth would send a prince to lead the army to receive the refugees, give the houses food and clothing, and heal the wounds.

However, for 17 years, they have been tricked into staying on the train, told that they are the only human beings, and now that the train is damaged, the reality makes them unacceptable.I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

The vehicles of the army in the distance slowly moved forward to everyone's eyes, and the guards were lined up in two teams, standing upright.Immediately, someone politely opened the car door, the little prince with an indifferent expression, pushed the man's arm away, and got out of the station by himself.

Curtis was wearing a black fleece hat, his face was stained with blood, and his beard was covered with frost from the breath he exhaled.

He stood in the crowd, looking at all this wearily. A few hours ago, he was hacking and smashing in the carriage, and now he was told that the national army would take over him. At this moment, it seemed extremely unreal. He couldn't accept it, and his expression was in a trance. , staring at the little prince at the forefront of the army.

The little prince had noticed this man a long time ago, the heroic, strong and resourceful Curtis, he had heard about it before he came.In fact, everything is a conspiracy transaction, the king provides all the energy to develop the perpetual motion machine, and the Snowpiercer is more like a huge, failed experiment.

Everyone on the train—including Curtis—is the surviving remnant of the experiment.

The little prince couldn't help feeling pity from his heart, sympathizing with these poor people.How could the old king look down on ordinary people even if he despised insults to his own son.All people are to him but the sand on which the world is built.

Therefore, the noble blood relatives of the royal family, the only son of the old king, the little prince, had to condescend to accept the refugees, just because the old king didn't care about people other than himself.

The little prince ordered his subordinates to distribute food and water. The soldiers took out the supplies from the incubator, and the refugees swarmed up to loot them. They ate protein blocks made of cockroaches in the train for 17 years, and now they can finally eat normal food again, which is enough Make everyone lose their minds.

Except Curtis.

Curtis stood in the snow, staring at the little prince's chest. At this moment, he needed a cigarette to clear his mind, and the prince might have it in his uniform pocket.

The little prince frowned, avoiding the refugees without a trace, and walked towards Curtis.

"Do you want this?" The little prince pointed to his pocket.

Curtis nodded in silence, his eyes sparkled for a moment.

The little prince shook his head with a smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and told Curtis, "It's too cold here to light it. Even if it is lit, it will go out."

Curtis took the cigarette from his hand. His arm was almost out of strength in the previous battle. At this moment, his fingers trembled slightly, and he held the cigarette to his lips, smelling the fascinating tobacco smell deeply. Besides, He also seemed to smell pine and birch, musk.

That's the smell of a prince.Curtis couldn't help but squeeze the cigarette tighter, opened his mouth to hold it, and didn't light it, squinting at the prince.

The prince's uniform is spotless, his hair is combed neatly behind his head, his nose bridge is straight, his lips are slightly raised, his beautiful neck curve is hidden in the collar of his clothes, and all the buttons of his uniform are buttoned up by him meticulously, forming a nice and neat edge on his neck .

He was so clean, kind, and beautiful that one couldn't help but want to dirty him, ruin him, destroy him, and punish him severely.

Curtis put his head close to the prince's ear, his voice was hoarse due to exhaustion, and he murmured almost like a prayer, "Thank you, MYKING..."

The little prince turned to look at him in surprise, raised his hand and patted Curtis on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, do you want another one?"

Curtis swallowed imperceptibly, breathing heavily for a moment, stared at the prince and said, "I really want to."

The surrounding refugees finally lined up in order. The little prince looked around, took out the whole pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed them into Curtis' rough and blood-stained palms.

It has been three days.

Curtis sat on a chair with the others, waiting for the king's interview.No one spoke, and no one dared to make unnecessary noises.Everything was solemn and solemn, the carpet under his feet was gorgeous and soft, woven with intricate patterns representing the royal family, the edges of the huge and delicate petals were light brown, the same color as Curtis's shoes.

No one wants to get to the bottom of the Snowpiercer incident. The king did a good job of comforting the refugees, and even sent his own son to rescue the refugees. Under the command of the little prince Jack, the refugees were quickly and orderly arranged. Solved the problem of survival.

No one will question the king's decision, and no one will be dissatisfied.Although everyone in the royal family knows that Snowpiercer is a failed experiment, it is still necessary to tell everyone in this country that the king saved you.

So you should be grateful that the king even gave you the opportunity to meet you refugees, which is a comfort and an honor.

The king's confidant minister motioned for the refugees to follow him.Curtis came to the hall with the crowd and sat in the front rows. The lights were brilliant, the cameras were distributed in different corners, and there was a row of microphones in front of the king at the top of the stage. His clear voice was being transmitted to all parts of the country, but the majesty Not convincing.Curtis looked at the king and didn't feel honored. In fact, he didn't care who was the king at all. Power and glory were all unreal.

The little prince quickly walked into the hall, stood neatly behind the king, and even smiled gently at the camera.He was still the same as when Curtis saw him three days ago, wearing a neat uniform, with his hair combed back, and his eyes were as bright as jewels.

"So we thank Curtis, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't know that there are people living in such an environment." The king stretched out his hand in Curtis's direction, and someone immediately led Curtis to the stage.

Curtis was at a loss, stood on the stage a little cautiously, and turned to look at the prince.The prince was also looking at him, with imperceptible disgust flashing in his eyes.

The king embraced Curtis's shoulder affectionately: "He may be a new hero, and a hero should not be neglected, so I will bestow on Curtis the most honorable position - captain of the personal guard, serving the royal family, closest to the gods .”

Curtis never thought of such a result, he just wanted to live a normal life after the turmoil subsided, but the old king pushed him to the altar with one word, disturbing his mind.He couldn't help but look at the prince again. The prince was still smiling, but he was a little stiff. He was breathing quickly, and he was already a little angry.

"My son, Jack, just needs such a hero's assistance..." The king turned to all the reporters, "From today, Curtis will lead the personal guards and be by Jack's side at any time, helping him and guiding him."

The audience applauded at the right time, and Curtis even noticed a few jealous eyes projected on him, which made him uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept this honorable position gratefully.

After the press conference was over, everyone left, and Curtis was ordered to stay and wait.

There are only the king and the prince in the hall, and the atmosphere is tense and ready to explode.The prince couldn't bear it anymore, and asked the king loudly: "Where did I not do well enough? Father? Why do you want someone else to be a hero!"

The king remained calm. He approached the prince and sarcastically said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My son, you are good enough, but you are not suitable to be a hero."

The prince's eyes were already a little red with anger, he tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to fall from the excitement, and looked at his father sadly, as if he didn't understand the reason: "Why?"

The king still had a mocking smile on his face, and when he thought of something, his expression began to be disgusted: "Do you want me to say it more clearly? Jack? My people don't need a hero who hangs out with women during the day and hangs out with men at night. .”

"All the dirty things you do will only bring shame to the family..." The king turned and left, "You will never be worthy of being a hero."

The prince pushed down the chair uncontrollably, tears fell uncontrollably, trembling with anger and shame.He endured it with all his might, bent his body trembling, and respectfully sent the king away.

Curtis has been standing in the corridor outside the door, looking down at the carpet under his feet, silent.The door opened at this moment, and the king came out with a sullen face. Seeing him, he immediately smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, our hero." Before he could answer, he left quickly.

Curtis walked towards the door and looked into the hall. The prince was still bent over and respectful. Curtis walked in and supported the prince's shoulders to make him stand upright, but the prince avoided him.

"Your Highness." Curtis could only stand aside, trying to comfort him.

The prince sniffed, as if he had just cried, with a strong nasal voice,