[ WP ] A `` king hunt '' is a chess term for when the king is drawn out of safety ( usually by a sacrifice ) , chased across the board , and mated . Write such a hunt as if it were a real world battle .

`` Ah hell, man, they're really up on it this time, are n't they?'' 
 
 `` Yes, sir. Just keep moving, we'll get you out of here.'' 
 
 He could barely hear over tumultuous noise they were making. Three of his guards surrounded him as they wound through the labyrinthine passages ways towards freedom. He swore he heard a rush of footsteps behind them. His guards urged him on. A few more feet and they reached the door. It opened and they were greeted with a wall of screams, whistles, and applause. Damn, he thought, they were here too. 
 
 The crowd was in complete and total chaos. Security for the show was fighting a losing battle at the barricades, which only became worse when the door opened to reveal a very tired and afraid country boy with a velvety smooth voice and hips that moved like a well-oiled machine. 
 
 `` Uh... hey everyone! Thank you very much, thank you, but I got ta get goin'!'' 
 
 His affirmations were futile. The noise was too much. They all wanted a piece of him. The girls wanted him, the boys wanted to be him. He had already lost his guitar fleeing the mobbed stage. His security guards began to pull him back inside as the insane masses drove towards the backstage door. With a final slam, it closed. He could hear the fevered fans pounding against it. 
 
 `` Are you alright, sir?'' 
 `` I'm a bit shook up, but still alright, I think.'' 
 `` Just hold on, sir. We're working on a plan.'' 
 
 A long moment passed. 
 
 `` So, where do we go now, boys?'' He said, trying to keep a light tone in his voice. 
 
 One of the security guards was listening intently to his comrade, the third keeping an eye on either end of the hallway. 
 
 `` I think it's time for plan B, sir.'' 
 `` Whatever you say, fellas. Lead the way!'' 
 
 They took a quick left down the hallway and were soon climbing an old metal staircase. Up and up they went, the noise of the crowd slowly fading behind them. Out of breath, they finally reached a second metal door. The guards burst through it, and he saw that they were on the roof. In front of them was an aging helicopter, rotors already spinning. 
 
 `` Wow, uh, is this thing safe?'' 
 `` Safer than what's below us, sir.'' 
 `` Well alright. Fellas, you've been a big help. Thanks so much!'' 
 `` Our pleasure, Mr. Presley.'' 
 

