Er lige blevet færdig med anime serien gun grave og den har inspireret denne her novelle.
The broken brotherhood.
Time is short. I must go on. I stumble through the room, my arm hanging limb along my sides, a gun in the right, and a knife in the left. There is blood on my shirt and blood on my hands, none of it is mine. I still have my blood, but I would gladly trade it for one more day from back then, the days where we were free, the days where all that mattered was the food on the table and the sun in the sky. Just you, me and Eddy, we could take on the world back then. We where free, but that was not enough for you, was it? You wanted more you wanted power, you wanted money, and you wanted freedom. Why could you not stay in the streets with us, why could you not forget the money, why could you not see that you were already free? The power of controlling your own destiny, with your own two fists, a pipe or a gun, the money to keep yourself alive and enough to get a house to call home in this world, he freedom to leave everything behind, to call it a day, to help those you liked and punish those you didn’t.
Could you not see that Eddy were not able to go into the mob, could you not see that I was not ready to go into the mob? Sometimes I wonder if you were even ready. Since we joined I have taken many lives, since we joined I have helped you towards the top, since we joined I have hated myself.
Eddy is dead.
Do you remember the place we used to eat? The little diner where no one ever came, have you forgotten how we used to laugh with the cook, have you forgotten how you flirted with the waitress, have you forgotten how they all died?
Don’t you remember the mob war? Don’t you remember the shooting that took place there? Don’t you remember how we almost got killed? Don’t you remember seeing their burning corpses in the ruins? Don’t you remember the promise of brotherhood we made back then?
Did you remember that promise when you signed us op for the mob? Did you remember that promise when you killed the boss to get his job? Did you remember that promise when you became a member of the family’s inner circle? Did you remember that promise when you became the big boss? Did you remember that promise when you gave us the assignment?
A simple task: two targets, in and out, two minutes flat. Did you not know that I was sick? Did you not know that Eddy was unstable? Had you really distanced yourself so much from us? Did you not know that these two people were the two people in the world we could never kill?
We went in at the same time; we fired our guns in perfect harmony and created a battlefield. Two bodies, I bend over them to see the faces of the victims for there is something familiar about them. I looked into those brown eyes; I saw the reflection of myself in them, as I had done a thousand times in these eyes. I coughed, threw up and passed out, when I woke up again Eddy was dead, his body lay on top of the lady he loved, smiling. One bullet had done the trick, one bullet had given him eternal peace, I hope he finds his woman in heaven and that she can forgive him. I hope my woman will forgive me for not coming, but I still have to go say goodbye to my best friend, to say goodbye to you.
The elevator is slow when you are in a hurry, and there is nothing to do in it. It just moves upwards no caring about the 4 dead men in the lobby, or boss on the top floor, that will suffer by my hand in a few minutes.
“Pling” that is what the elevator says, as it stops at the top floor. The doors opens painfully slow, to reveal a scared person at the other side; he points a gun at me but lowers it when he recognises me.
“Sir! I heard shooting downstairs, do you know what is going on?” he moves towards me, he is not surprised by the blood; I am always bloody after a job.
As he gets close to me I lean forward, pretending to fall and as he tries to catch me I plunge the knife into his heart. I see the confusion in his eyes, the pain and my own reflection. I move on, leaving him bleeding on the floor, almost unable to keep walking. There is the door, right there, behind it you sit comfortable behind your desk. I reach out and fall through the door.
You shout my name and run towards me, take me in your arms.
“Intruders in the hall.” I whisper, and your two bodyguards leave the room.
“Don’t speak.” you say with care in his voice, we are still friends in your eyes. “Where is Eddy?”
“Dead.” I answer and look you in the eyes, I see the pain of the news, I see the anger in them, and I see my own reflection.
“Who did this to you? Who killed him?” you ask, you truly don’t know.
“I am sick.” I tell you”that is what did this to Me.” you look shocked by the news. “Eddy killed himself, after you made him kill the woman he loved.”
I get onto my feet, my legs are like jelly and my vision is so blurred I can hardly see you.
“wha- what are you talking about.” You look confused, even scared.
“You do not have to play games with me.” I keep a steady voice but it is only a matter of time before I collapse again. “I know you wanted to make us strong by having us kill our own weakness, but you are a fool.” I lift my gun there is only one bullet in it, one bullet is all I need. “Have you forgotten the promise we made all those years ago? Have you forgotten that we were to be equals to eternity, to be free from everyone else?” I see the fear in your eyes, the confusion, you have forgotten haven’t you? ”Do you remember what we promised each other back then? ‘If one fails to defend the other, chooses not to, or bring upon them unnecessary psychical or psychic damage, then the other two must bring him back on the path of the brotherhood. This rule is above all laws, all restrictions and there are no exceptions to this rule.’ You don’t remember that, do you? You have forgotten that law we wrote on the ruin with our own blood?”
I can see it in your eyes that you remember now, but I also see that you no longer live by that rule.
“You have strayed from the path of the brotherhood; I will bring you back onto the path. This I know is not possible in this world so I shall do it in the next.”
The gun cried and claimed another life, just as it had claimed the life of my loved one. I see your regret in your eyes as you fall to the ground, I see your pain, I see my own reflection. I feel the pain in my chest, as a hard cough charges through my lungs and escapes through my mouth. The cough carries blood through my mouth and it sprays onto the corpse of my dead friend. Did you forget that we had mixed our blood and called each other brother? Did you forget about the times we fled from the stores after a successful robbery? Did you forget how we promised to live and die together no matter what?
Another blood-filled cough forces its way through my lungs and I hold my hand before my mouth.
“Blood” I whisper as I look at my hand, “This blood is mine.” I collapse besides you, my heart slowly coming to a halt, perhaps in the next world we can be friends again?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
At rode i gamle skuffer.
Hvor mit sidste tilbageblik var meget negativt, så fokusere jeg her på de fede tider og de glade oplevelser man kommer i tanke om når man ser et eller andet fra gamle dage.
At rode i gamle skuffer.
Det er sjovt hvad forskellige ting minder en om, tag nu for eksempel den gamle Zidanne T-shirt fra den gang jeg var i Venedig. Jeg var der med hele familien og en af vores venner fra Roskilde. Både ham og mig bror havde også fodbold trøjer på. Den episode jeg kan huske er hvor vi sad i de famøse gondoler og de der fyrer der stagede os frem i de to gondoler begyndte at joke om at de havde landsholdet med. Ha det virker måske hverken sjovt eller spænende nu, men dengang morede vi os herligt over det og havde en masse sjov med det.
Ved i hvad jeg har brugt mest tid på i min barndom? Lego. Jeg kan huske at mig og min store bror, Mathias byggede hemmelige baser, store biler, og vældige slotte. Da min ene søster blev født fik mig og Mathias et stort Lego slot. Det tog os 4-5 timer at bygge der hersens slot, og så samme aften kommer der nogle af vores forældres venner på besøg og så skal det jo gå galt. En af gæsterne havde en lille knægt med der lige havde lært at gå. I kender nok aldersgruppen, de destruerer alt de kommer i nærheden af. Så kommer han på besøg og min mor insistere på at han godt må lege med slottet. Mig og Mathias protestere selvfølgelig så meget som vi overhovedet kunne, men lige lidt hjalp det, det blev som det blev. Hvad er det første den lille djævel gør? Smadrer slottet selvfølgelig. Er du gal hvor blev vi sure. Sjovt selv den dag i dag bliver jeg pisse vred når jeg tænker på den lille skidespræller. Jeg var vel 5-6 år gammel den gang.
Hvad er det en Jojo? Det må vist være Knudsen? Hans far hedder Robert det ved jeg. Knudsen, ja det tror jeg han hed, han var skolens sejeste person, alle gjorde som han gjorde. Så da han bragte Jojo’en til Nebel gik der ikke lang tid før alle havde en. Undtagen mig naturligvis. Jeg fik den en uge før den gik af mode, hold kæft hvor syntes de jeg var kikset. Ha jeg kunne overhoved ikke finde ud af det der Jojo sjov så det var måske godt nok at jeg fik den sent.
Pokemon kort har jeg også i min lille skuffe med minder. Haha vi var besatte, og det mener jeg virkelig. En af mine datidige venner havde en kæmpe stor mappe med dem, det var uhyggeligt så mange han havde. Jeg havde ikke så mange selv men det gik da fint og jeg vandt da også nogle kampe, en enkelt kamp mod en fra sjette. Jeg var dagens mand i de 10 minutter frikvarteret varede. Og så var der dengang ovre ved en anden ven hvor vi havde sat Pokemon blå version til et fjernsyn og spillede konstant i en hel weekend, vi sov ikke eller noget. Bagefter blev filen desværre slettet, ham påstår at det var hans søster, men jeg har altid haft en fornemmelse af at det godt kunne have været ham selv der gjorde det. Måske er det derfor vi ikke er venner længere, mangel på gensidig tillid.
Hvad har vi ellers? Et par indendørs sko fra dengang jeg gik til håndbold, kan du stave til ”katastrofe”? Jeg tror jeg spillede det i 2 år og scorede 3 mål eller noget i den dur. Det var dengang hvor fløjene var det sted man sendte boldidioterne ud, så der endte jeg. Man fik aldrig bolden og når man gjorde så var modspillerne for mit vedkomne dobbelt så store som mig. Ha de smed mig ned på årgangen under min årgang hen mod slutningen af andet år, så skred jeg.
Ja vist håndbold er da sjovt men det er sgu en del sjovere når man spiller med folk man kender, det er sgu ikke fedt at spille med små rollinger. Fysisk underlegen intelligent overlegen.
Senere brugte jeg skoene da jeg begyndte til badminton, behøver jeg fortælle at det var endnu en bragende fiasko? Ej jeg var bedre til det end til håndbold, men ikke meget.
Ahhh den gode gamle N64. Jeg tror det første spil jeg fik, var bombermand 64. Et genialt og desværre overset spil, ha jeg tror jeg kan huske alle bosserne i hovedet. Den første mellemboss var en fyr i sådan en gundam lignende dragt. Den første rigtige boss var en drage. Der var også et robot fly en stor fisk, og mange andre bosser. Ha jeg kan huske at mig og en af mine venner nærmest havde ræser løb i det spil, jeg vandt. Det gjaldt om at gennemføre det først, han havde en uges forspring men jeg vandt sgu alligevel. Så er der jo også gode gamle Banjo & Kazooie. Genialt spil kan jeg godt sige, i et stykke tid var det faktisk mit Mario, hvis man så må sige. Jeg gennemførte det endda, slutningen er simpelthen uhyggelig, det er en quiz hvor du skal vide hvad alle fjender i spillet hedder, hvordan de ser ud, hvordan de lyder og uhyggelig meget andet.
Det var hvad jeg fandt i dag. Måske finder jeg noget mere en anden dag og så kan det jo være det vækker minder igen, vi ses.
At rode i gamle skuffer.
Det er sjovt hvad forskellige ting minder en om, tag nu for eksempel den gamle Zidanne T-shirt fra den gang jeg var i Venedig. Jeg var der med hele familien og en af vores venner fra Roskilde. Både ham og mig bror havde også fodbold trøjer på. Den episode jeg kan huske er hvor vi sad i de famøse gondoler og de der fyrer der stagede os frem i de to gondoler begyndte at joke om at de havde landsholdet med. Ha det virker måske hverken sjovt eller spænende nu, men dengang morede vi os herligt over det og havde en masse sjov med det.
Ved i hvad jeg har brugt mest tid på i min barndom? Lego. Jeg kan huske at mig og min store bror, Mathias byggede hemmelige baser, store biler, og vældige slotte. Da min ene søster blev født fik mig og Mathias et stort Lego slot. Det tog os 4-5 timer at bygge der hersens slot, og så samme aften kommer der nogle af vores forældres venner på besøg og så skal det jo gå galt. En af gæsterne havde en lille knægt med der lige havde lært at gå. I kender nok aldersgruppen, de destruerer alt de kommer i nærheden af. Så kommer han på besøg og min mor insistere på at han godt må lege med slottet. Mig og Mathias protestere selvfølgelig så meget som vi overhovedet kunne, men lige lidt hjalp det, det blev som det blev. Hvad er det første den lille djævel gør? Smadrer slottet selvfølgelig. Er du gal hvor blev vi sure. Sjovt selv den dag i dag bliver jeg pisse vred når jeg tænker på den lille skidespræller. Jeg var vel 5-6 år gammel den gang.
Hvad er det en Jojo? Det må vist være Knudsen? Hans far hedder Robert det ved jeg. Knudsen, ja det tror jeg han hed, han var skolens sejeste person, alle gjorde som han gjorde. Så da han bragte Jojo’en til Nebel gik der ikke lang tid før alle havde en. Undtagen mig naturligvis. Jeg fik den en uge før den gik af mode, hold kæft hvor syntes de jeg var kikset. Ha jeg kunne overhoved ikke finde ud af det der Jojo sjov så det var måske godt nok at jeg fik den sent.
Pokemon kort har jeg også i min lille skuffe med minder. Haha vi var besatte, og det mener jeg virkelig. En af mine datidige venner havde en kæmpe stor mappe med dem, det var uhyggeligt så mange han havde. Jeg havde ikke så mange selv men det gik da fint og jeg vandt da også nogle kampe, en enkelt kamp mod en fra sjette. Jeg var dagens mand i de 10 minutter frikvarteret varede. Og så var der dengang ovre ved en anden ven hvor vi havde sat Pokemon blå version til et fjernsyn og spillede konstant i en hel weekend, vi sov ikke eller noget. Bagefter blev filen desværre slettet, ham påstår at det var hans søster, men jeg har altid haft en fornemmelse af at det godt kunne have været ham selv der gjorde det. Måske er det derfor vi ikke er venner længere, mangel på gensidig tillid.
Hvad har vi ellers? Et par indendørs sko fra dengang jeg gik til håndbold, kan du stave til ”katastrofe”? Jeg tror jeg spillede det i 2 år og scorede 3 mål eller noget i den dur. Det var dengang hvor fløjene var det sted man sendte boldidioterne ud, så der endte jeg. Man fik aldrig bolden og når man gjorde så var modspillerne for mit vedkomne dobbelt så store som mig. Ha de smed mig ned på årgangen under min årgang hen mod slutningen af andet år, så skred jeg.
Ja vist håndbold er da sjovt men det er sgu en del sjovere når man spiller med folk man kender, det er sgu ikke fedt at spille med små rollinger. Fysisk underlegen intelligent overlegen.
Senere brugte jeg skoene da jeg begyndte til badminton, behøver jeg fortælle at det var endnu en bragende fiasko? Ej jeg var bedre til det end til håndbold, men ikke meget.
Ahhh den gode gamle N64. Jeg tror det første spil jeg fik, var bombermand 64. Et genialt og desværre overset spil, ha jeg tror jeg kan huske alle bosserne i hovedet. Den første mellemboss var en fyr i sådan en gundam lignende dragt. Den første rigtige boss var en drage. Der var også et robot fly en stor fisk, og mange andre bosser. Ha jeg kan huske at mig og en af mine venner nærmest havde ræser løb i det spil, jeg vandt. Det gjaldt om at gennemføre det først, han havde en uges forspring men jeg vandt sgu alligevel. Så er der jo også gode gamle Banjo & Kazooie. Genialt spil kan jeg godt sige, i et stykke tid var det faktisk mit Mario, hvis man så må sige. Jeg gennemførte det endda, slutningen er simpelthen uhyggelig, det er en quiz hvor du skal vide hvad alle fjender i spillet hedder, hvordan de ser ud, hvordan de lyder og uhyggelig meget andet.
Det var hvad jeg fandt i dag. Måske finder jeg noget mere en anden dag og så kan det jo være det vækker minder igen, vi ses.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Run! TF2
Bjørn har gjort mig afhængig af team fortress og derfor får i nu en TF2 historie.
Run! TF2
”Run!” that was what he had been told, and when the captain said run you ran. If he said swim you would swim, if he said jump you would jump, if he said fire you would fire. He didn’t say swim, he didn’t say jump, he didn’t say fire, he said run, so I ran.
I ran from cover to cover knowing that each step I took could be my last, but I ran because he had told me to run. Run forward? Run to war? Run away? No. just: “run!”
Where am I going? To who? What is the purpose of this run? Am I to seek glory? Am I to embrace my loved ones once again? Am I to run because of victory, or defeat?
To me it doesn’t matter, I was told to run and I know how to run.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot; it is easy once you get the hang of it. I must confess now: I am not a big thinker, I do as I am told and if I don’t then it is because I am busy running. If I see a gun, I run. If I hear footsteps, I run. I like running.
I like my bat too, it is not heavy but it is hard. Its made of aluminium I think, but the important part is that it is hard and is good to hit guys with. I like bats… even more than I like running.
Run left, run right, run fast. That is what I do. Wait what is that? An enemy? Yes it is! He got his back turned, perfect. He is running of course, in the same direction as I am running, I wonder if he likes running too. He got a long rifle in his hands and a cowboy hat on his head, I wonder if he shoots people from far away. I am faster than him, it doesn’t take me a long time to run him in. I look to the sides and I spot Jimmy on the left, he got a yellow helmet on and he is building some sort of technical devise in a corner. It looks like the man with the hat have spotted him too, he takes aim and says something about Jimmy being a wanker. He is just about to pull the trigger when my bat makes contact with his skull and knocks him to the ground.
I look at the bleeding corps in front of me and speaks: “come say that to my face, Boink!” then the heat and the pain kicks in.
“mmhhmmhhaa” I don’t speak very clear with my mask on, but when you work with a flame thrower, you need your mask. I do love the flames I really do, the heat from the flame, the scream from the burning victim, and the smell of the roasted corps. Wait what is that sound?
“Clank clank clink.” Wait is that a guy hiding in the corner? What is that guy building? What do I care, he will burn just as good as the rest. It looks like he is just about done with that thing he is building,
“Dennis!” That bastard! I saw it all, that goddamn idiot Dennis showing of for the whole world to aim at. I even saw that goddamn pyro coming in from the other room lighting Dennis on fire leaving his corpse burning on the floor. I slam the last screw into the sentry tower bringing it to life. It quickly finds the pyro due to the Advanced tracking system and fires 5 well places shells into that damn pyros skull.
“Revenge! How do you like that you bastard?” He deserved it, what a bastard!
“Plump!” plump? What sort of sound is that? Oh shit, that capsule is no health pill!
Ha! Only a stupid man would hide in the corner, cutting of every single escape route, stupidity. A stupid thing to do when there is a demomand in the area. Just one bomb and it’s a kill that even Jesus would be proud of. That kill deserves a drink, that’s what I say. This is some great whisky, even Jesus would drink this I tell you. Why the hell is that guy running towards me with a shovel?
“Clank” haha drink your drink some other day stupid man! Sun Tzu could kill you with two hands tied behind his ears! He would kill you and then bring you back to life only to kill you again! “Oh Jimmy!” It’s Jimmy all right the only one Engineer on our team. ”Did you see this dork? Drinking on the battlef…”
Ha way too easy, this idiot didn’t even realize that Jimmy is dead. It was not even a challenge to sneak behind him and plunge my knife into his back. “You spilled blood on my suit.” Time to get back in disguise. Only two guys left, this should be easy. Look a medic, he can heal me up before I take him out. He will never see this coming.
“Medic!”
Jimmy? I thought jimmy was dead, oh I get it! “Come over here freund!” he is coming how stupid is he? ”ein bishen mehr” slash! The old bonesaw does the job again. Who is he thinking he can get medicine from me! Stupid man. What noise is that? Its sounds like spinning metal.
Spin Sasha, spin! Get ready Sasha we will get this one. Hahahahahaha my Sasha will kill you with 2000 rounds per minute! You can outsmart me can you? Well can you outsmart 2000 bullets? Hahaha your body is being ripped apart piece by piece, hahahaha. “Heal yourself from that, medic.” No one can stop me, I am heavy weapons guy. “Bang”
Head shot! “Thanks for standing still wanker!”
Run! TF2
”Run!” that was what he had been told, and when the captain said run you ran. If he said swim you would swim, if he said jump you would jump, if he said fire you would fire. He didn’t say swim, he didn’t say jump, he didn’t say fire, he said run, so I ran.
I ran from cover to cover knowing that each step I took could be my last, but I ran because he had told me to run. Run forward? Run to war? Run away? No. just: “run!”
Where am I going? To who? What is the purpose of this run? Am I to seek glory? Am I to embrace my loved ones once again? Am I to run because of victory, or defeat?
To me it doesn’t matter, I was told to run and I know how to run.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot; it is easy once you get the hang of it. I must confess now: I am not a big thinker, I do as I am told and if I don’t then it is because I am busy running. If I see a gun, I run. If I hear footsteps, I run. I like running.
I like my bat too, it is not heavy but it is hard. Its made of aluminium I think, but the important part is that it is hard and is good to hit guys with. I like bats… even more than I like running.
Run left, run right, run fast. That is what I do. Wait what is that? An enemy? Yes it is! He got his back turned, perfect. He is running of course, in the same direction as I am running, I wonder if he likes running too. He got a long rifle in his hands and a cowboy hat on his head, I wonder if he shoots people from far away. I am faster than him, it doesn’t take me a long time to run him in. I look to the sides and I spot Jimmy on the left, he got a yellow helmet on and he is building some sort of technical devise in a corner. It looks like the man with the hat have spotted him too, he takes aim and says something about Jimmy being a wanker. He is just about to pull the trigger when my bat makes contact with his skull and knocks him to the ground.
I look at the bleeding corps in front of me and speaks: “come say that to my face, Boink!” then the heat and the pain kicks in.
“mmhhmmhhaa” I don’t speak very clear with my mask on, but when you work with a flame thrower, you need your mask. I do love the flames I really do, the heat from the flame, the scream from the burning victim, and the smell of the roasted corps. Wait what is that sound?
“Clank clank clink.” Wait is that a guy hiding in the corner? What is that guy building? What do I care, he will burn just as good as the rest. It looks like he is just about done with that thing he is building,
“Dennis!” That bastard! I saw it all, that goddamn idiot Dennis showing of for the whole world to aim at. I even saw that goddamn pyro coming in from the other room lighting Dennis on fire leaving his corpse burning on the floor. I slam the last screw into the sentry tower bringing it to life. It quickly finds the pyro due to the Advanced tracking system and fires 5 well places shells into that damn pyros skull.
“Revenge! How do you like that you bastard?” He deserved it, what a bastard!
“Plump!” plump? What sort of sound is that? Oh shit, that capsule is no health pill!
Ha! Only a stupid man would hide in the corner, cutting of every single escape route, stupidity. A stupid thing to do when there is a demomand in the area. Just one bomb and it’s a kill that even Jesus would be proud of. That kill deserves a drink, that’s what I say. This is some great whisky, even Jesus would drink this I tell you. Why the hell is that guy running towards me with a shovel?
“Clank” haha drink your drink some other day stupid man! Sun Tzu could kill you with two hands tied behind his ears! He would kill you and then bring you back to life only to kill you again! “Oh Jimmy!” It’s Jimmy all right the only one Engineer on our team. ”Did you see this dork? Drinking on the battlef…”
Ha way too easy, this idiot didn’t even realize that Jimmy is dead. It was not even a challenge to sneak behind him and plunge my knife into his back. “You spilled blood on my suit.” Time to get back in disguise. Only two guys left, this should be easy. Look a medic, he can heal me up before I take him out. He will never see this coming.
“Medic!”
Jimmy? I thought jimmy was dead, oh I get it! “Come over here freund!” he is coming how stupid is he? ”ein bishen mehr” slash! The old bonesaw does the job again. Who is he thinking he can get medicine from me! Stupid man. What noise is that? Its sounds like spinning metal.
Spin Sasha, spin! Get ready Sasha we will get this one. Hahahahahaha my Sasha will kill you with 2000 rounds per minute! You can outsmart me can you? Well can you outsmart 2000 bullets? Hahaha your body is being ripped apart piece by piece, hahahaha. “Heal yourself from that, medic.” No one can stop me, I am heavy weapons guy. “Bang”
Head shot! “Thanks for standing still wanker!”
Monday, December 03, 2007
The Well. Part 1.
Ny mini serie i tre dele, the retreat, the Siege og the counter attack.
The Well. Part 1.
The Retreat.
”RUN!” he screamed as he put another arrow on the string.
“But sir!”
“I told you to run!” he said more calmly releasing the arrow, sending it into a long flight over the field. He turned and griped the sleeve of his sub ordinary. “I gave you an order and you damn well better follow it! Now run for the well!”
He threw the soldier back and made an angry gestured to the other 10 soldiers still not running. Ha! soldiers, they were no more than outlaws, bandits, and the salt of the earth. All dressed up in leftover cammo suits. Who knew who these things had belonged to before they were found by the inhabitants of the wall? Oh yeah, Private Johnson, Private Franklin and a few other privates according to the nametags. Thinking back he used to know a Private Johnson, hundreds of meters away an arrow pierced the ground a few meters from the storming attackers. 30 men with swords and spears racing over the field and by the gods! It looked like one of them had a gun. The good new was that the soldiers was finally running like the devil was chasing them, good now there was only one person left to worry about. “Are you turning into a hero old man?” he asked himself, “Bet you never thought you would tell your men to flee and stay behind, that is not like you at all.” Now I’m all alone again, that was a real genius move you made their old man. All alone just like the old days.” He told himself grapping another arrow and letting it fly through the air. “Just you, your brain and your guts.” The arrow nailed one of the attackers to the ground. He sent another dozen arrows flying and nailed three more of these psychos to the ground. Time for simple math, he had about 7 arrows left and there was at least 26 attackers still charging, that is just not enough arrows. His only chance was to do as his men and turn tail, this wasn’t about the honour or the glory it was about survival, that is all and that had been all for 5 years now.
He released two more arrows before turning tail, he never looked to see if they had hit their intended mark, and it was all about running now. His soldiers were already halfway home, they really must have been afraid if they could run like that. But the ‘hero’ who had stayed behind would have been at the Olympics for his running, if he had been born a decade earlier that is. He stormed over the fields, there was at least half a mile to the well but he was gaining a large hole between himself and his followers.
Bang!
A gunshot! Dammit he had a gun! He should have know, it really wasn’t his day. No time to duck or do a defensive roll, if he did they would catch up and he would be dead. He just had to keep moving forward, and hope that the archers was had seen what was going on. A white arrow landing ten meters in front of him gave him hope, they had seen him. He kept running listening intensely, and after no less than 20 seconds or so, he heard it: The surprised screams of pain and the bell ringing from inside the well. Just ten more meters and he would be home free, he jumped in through the heavy steel door, which was immediately slammed shot behind him and fell to his knees.
“That was one hell of a run there old man!” said one of the soldiers.
“Bad news guys” yelled one of archers.
The old man hurried up on the wall and looked over the fields. At least a hundred men was marching towards the well all armed to the teeth with spears or swords.
“What the hell is going on?” asked one of the archers. “Why are we being attacked?”
“They want the well.” The old man whispered to himself before he turned and yelled: “Prepare for battle! A sieges is about to begin!”
The battle for the well had started.
The Well. Part 1.
The Retreat.
”RUN!” he screamed as he put another arrow on the string.
“But sir!”
“I told you to run!” he said more calmly releasing the arrow, sending it into a long flight over the field. He turned and griped the sleeve of his sub ordinary. “I gave you an order and you damn well better follow it! Now run for the well!”
He threw the soldier back and made an angry gestured to the other 10 soldiers still not running. Ha! soldiers, they were no more than outlaws, bandits, and the salt of the earth. All dressed up in leftover cammo suits. Who knew who these things had belonged to before they were found by the inhabitants of the wall? Oh yeah, Private Johnson, Private Franklin and a few other privates according to the nametags. Thinking back he used to know a Private Johnson, hundreds of meters away an arrow pierced the ground a few meters from the storming attackers. 30 men with swords and spears racing over the field and by the gods! It looked like one of them had a gun. The good new was that the soldiers was finally running like the devil was chasing them, good now there was only one person left to worry about. “Are you turning into a hero old man?” he asked himself, “Bet you never thought you would tell your men to flee and stay behind, that is not like you at all.” Now I’m all alone again, that was a real genius move you made their old man. All alone just like the old days.” He told himself grapping another arrow and letting it fly through the air. “Just you, your brain and your guts.” The arrow nailed one of the attackers to the ground. He sent another dozen arrows flying and nailed three more of these psychos to the ground. Time for simple math, he had about 7 arrows left and there was at least 26 attackers still charging, that is just not enough arrows. His only chance was to do as his men and turn tail, this wasn’t about the honour or the glory it was about survival, that is all and that had been all for 5 years now.
He released two more arrows before turning tail, he never looked to see if they had hit their intended mark, and it was all about running now. His soldiers were already halfway home, they really must have been afraid if they could run like that. But the ‘hero’ who had stayed behind would have been at the Olympics for his running, if he had been born a decade earlier that is. He stormed over the fields, there was at least half a mile to the well but he was gaining a large hole between himself and his followers.
Bang!
A gunshot! Dammit he had a gun! He should have know, it really wasn’t his day. No time to duck or do a defensive roll, if he did they would catch up and he would be dead. He just had to keep moving forward, and hope that the archers was had seen what was going on. A white arrow landing ten meters in front of him gave him hope, they had seen him. He kept running listening intensely, and after no less than 20 seconds or so, he heard it: The surprised screams of pain and the bell ringing from inside the well. Just ten more meters and he would be home free, he jumped in through the heavy steel door, which was immediately slammed shot behind him and fell to his knees.
“That was one hell of a run there old man!” said one of the soldiers.
“Bad news guys” yelled one of archers.
The old man hurried up on the wall and looked over the fields. At least a hundred men was marching towards the well all armed to the teeth with spears or swords.
“What the hell is going on?” asked one of the archers. “Why are we being attacked?”
“They want the well.” The old man whispered to himself before he turned and yelled: “Prepare for battle! A sieges is about to begin!”
The battle for the well had started.
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