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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 20:04:56 GMT
Ok Everyone here is the gist of the thread. This is going to be for all writings you have in your head and wish to write out. Try to keep it conformed with the sites rules and whatever else.}}
{Enclosed within this thread shall be all of my stories for my SWTOR and Star Wars DnD characters that I have written over the years.}
Having recovered from the ‘attack’ she had received from the intruder who had stolen her id card a few weeks earlier Nortisa smiled as she sat in the small tent with her squad. Each of them around her she trusted with her life as each of them had saved the other at least half a dozen times or more across the many battlefields the Republic had across the galaxy. Today was mission day though so they where all serious. The twilek stood up before them and began to speak.
“Men and women of Raven Team we have our mission today. After the incident a few weeks ago the Sith and Imperial forces have become emboldened as they swear it was one of their agents who broke into our camp and did the damage to us. But the seven of us know that it was no damn Imp or Sith. It was some Bounty Hunter who owes no allegiance to anyone. My point is this though. They have overextended themselves just about four miles south of our current location and have bulged out their forces. They have but one escape route from their location on the mesa above and it is by a single bridge. Our job is to head up there. Take the bridge and then mow down any who try to cross it as the Starfighters dive in and blow the mesa to hell. “
Reaching for her rifle she let out a oorah and grabbed her helm. Snapping it into place she pressed the comm. Button to the rest of her team.
“Raven’s Six and Seven. Long range fire support from the Mesa to the south. The rest of us will be moving in head-on. Remember there are only Imps and Sith up there so if you see something shoot it. Unless they are wearing out colors. Now get moving you guys…”
The two other females in her team saluted and headed off toward the Southern Mesa. Pulling the other four members alongside her she hopped inside of the transport which got them close to the battlefield. Disembarking from the transport they immediately got into heavy fire. Unloading her rifle into a nearby squad of troopers as her men pulled out of the transport and began their gruesome climb up toward their objective. As her squad was considered one of the best of the best she knew this had to be completed. Focusing completely on the mission as she was jumped by a Sith. Its lightsaber swinging down at her but she did not fear the weapon as in her youth she had been trained with them. Dodging the blade she swung her pistol up and hit the sith in the middle of its exposed forehead the lightsaber flickering out as its master fell to the ground. Bending over she picked up the saber and set it on her belt.
“Thanks for the souvenir Sith… Ok men we are halfway up the second mesa. Once at the top expect heavier fire and…”
As she spoke she noticed a heavy mech moving in on her team. Pointing at it her team took cover and began to open fire on the mech. The bolts where hitting true but the mechanical creature was tougher than she imagined. As it stood there withstanding all the punishment they threw at it. Moving to gather her men to regroup and try a new tactic the robot fired off a high arching grenade which landed just off to her right side about fifteen yards.
The world slowed as she watched it spin on the ground. Yelling out to her men to move she pushed the slowest man out of way as she felt the blast go off and extreme pain shoot through her entire body. Despite the pain she did not black out she gritted her teeth as she felt out for her right leg.
::Thigh good… Where.. is.. oh no… ::
Her hands met air and scraps of her duraplastic armor as she looked down and saw tattered nothing remaining of her leg. The second in command of the unit yelled out for Raven Four the medic of the squad to get over there and fast. Running over the zabrak blanched behind his helmet as he leaned over to Noritsa.
“Boss your leg is gone… There is little I can do other than stop the bleeding and get you ready for medivac. What are our orders?”
Nortisa lowered her head as she grited through the pain. In her mind she knew what she wanted to say but was having a hard time articulating it due to the pain.
“R..Richtard you.. lead the men. Take the point and do as if I was never hurt… Give them hell and damn the.. Imperials back to… Dromund… Kass… As for me… Close the wound Zoa. I do not care how just close it… I will.. do what I can to stay conscious…”
Speaking up as she used the one thing she found she could from her days learning on Tython. Pulling herself inward she forced her heartrate to slow to staunch the bleeding on her end as best as she could. The medic pulled out a small kolto unit and sprayed down the stump of her leg. The pain shot through her as she let out a guttural scream and clenched the ground. Her hands turning white as she clenched the dirt as hard as she did. Glaring down she looked at the medic she called friend as he pulled back the kolto spray and spoke.
“That’s all I can do Cap. Sorry its not a replacement.”
She nodded to him through her pain she was still remaining conscious.
“You did what you could Zoa… Now go and help Raven. Win this day for all of us.”
Nodding the Zabrak ran off back into the fighting. As he went away she fell back toward the soil and looked up at the sky as the shuttle came screaming into the area. In her haze she mumbled to herself incoherent words as the injected her with a painkiller and all she heard them say was.
“Get the cybernetic guy to the OR. We will need him to graft the implants to her leg before we can fix it up. So that she can at least have something of a normal life.. Poor thing is going to be heartbroken to not be in the service after this.”
After hearing that she drifted off into slumber as she did not awaken for several days. As she came to she found a member of Raven team was there waiting for her to wake up. Though as she awoke she felt a heavy metal attached to her leg and felt the cool metal against her other leg. ::Cybernetic limb… I did lose it completely I am finished doing what I said I was going to do…:: Her thoughts came as the female sniper raised her head off the nearby table rushing over to give her captain a hug.
“Good to see your fine as well Riah. I take it the squad made it out alright without anymore injuries?”
“That’s right Capt… We made it out. All of us got a medal for holding the bridge. Yours is back with your rifle in camp. Alongside the Wounded Warriors Medal and a few other trinkets they sent your way for heroism. Just another day on the job capt.”
“Good.. good… I guess I am done with this life though. Cant fight that well with a cyber leg. An arm would be an advantage but a leg is far from one. I will… probably be getting the discharge papers here soon. I just hope that one of you get command and they don’t send some political jackass to lead you guys…”
Smiling as she was helped from the bed to her feet she stumbled to the side. Her mind drifted back to the friend she had just reconnected with after so long apart and a sense of longing came over her as she was helped back to the Raven Squad camp. Being led in she smiled and greeted all of the members who responded by calling her Capt Ironleg. She laughed it off as she went and picked up her datapad. Typing a short message she sent to Sun’dari’s hidden address she hoped would bear a response in a few days. Glancing down she frowned as she looked at her leg knowing that she was now burdened with thisleg for the rest of her life and she would not be able to do what she had pledged to do all those years earlier to her friends.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 20:06:33 GMT
{A story featuring my monk from World of Warcraft. Hope you all enjoy.}
Monori stood on the docks of Lakeshire the gentle spring breeze blwing through her blue hair and fur covered leathers. So many things had changed for her in the year since Dizzy’s death, yet to her many things remained the same. The last trip to Pandaria she had taken to show her respect to Dizzy left her covered in the blood of hozen and a few pandaren looking at the Highbourne with cautious concern. She had spent a good portion of the last few days sitting and allowing the fellow Highbourne Liladrelia delve through her mind to try and assist her in getting over this, but the calming effect these gave where always temporary and she always returned to the morose and dark place she dwelled within.
“Why can I not get over her… Why is it that I cannot let her rest in peace. I loved and lost her to those apes… Why… Why is it that I cannot.”
Monori spoke softly to herself as she knelt and then sat down at the edge of the dock her long toned legs hanging over the side. Tears stung her eyes as she reached up and clutched the cold golden rings that hung about her neck. The cool metal felt hot in her hands as the tears stayed on her face as she looked into the cloudless sky. A soft creaking of wood made known the presence of another person, but Monori did not move as she knew who it was. Another elven figure approached and sat down beside her a calming yet calloused hand resting on top of Monori’s hands. The older elf with her eyes still covered sat there and spoke up as she set down a glass beside Monori.
“It’s the anniversary isn’t it Mono… I wish there was more that mother could do for you to ease your pain, but… I have not been the greatest of mothers to you. Losing you when I did and then when I found you we spent just enough time to get reacquainted and then I went right back to doing what I had been without a care in the world… I know I should have been there to comfort you that day, but I wasn’t. I let you go to Tsundre and find your solace.”
The older elf squeezed Monori’s hands lightly as she gave a reassuring smile toward her. It was the first of many steps that the older Highbourne had done to reconnect with her long estranged daughter. Monori was grateful for her mothers words and the encouraging touch and feeling she got from her. Sitting up slowly she took the steaming cup and took a drink of morning tea her mother brewed for herself. A smile crept on her face as she recognized the taste almost instantly as a plant native to Pandaria that she enjoyed and had given as a gift before Aura her sister was born.
“You made up the tea I had given you. You did not have to Gali.”
Galinessa just smiled at her daughter and waved her off as she sipped from her own steaming cup. The tea being slightly bitter compared to the usual cup she enjoyed each morning with Augustine while Aura slept. She turned her cloth covered head toward the water and then back to her daughter shortly after as she heard Monori huff.
“Something the matter Monori? I mean other than the obvious pain that still dwells in your heart?”
Monori shrugged as she closed her blue eyes. It was still obvious that the pain was the main source of all her discomfort with everyone except for Kargosa, Tsundre, and Lia. The constant distractions and constant fighting within herself to not break down all the time echoed loudly.
“Mother its… It is the fact that despite the loss of Dizzy I… I should be happy. As I am with Lady Kargosa. She makes me feel as If I am the only person in the entirety of Azeroth that matters to hjer despite her own obligations to the flight. I understand what she has to do…”
“But you do not know how long that you can go unrequited and without the comfort of her arms about you. She has been a constant presence in your life since before Dizzy passed away and she stayed there throughout all your stages of grief. I remember reading something that Augustine gave me before my eyes went the way they have that the final stage is the most difficult and takes the longest. Acceptance of the death. You are in that Monori as you have gone through all the stages til now. Now I see my girl hurt and wanting to find the reason behind the senseless act that was at its core mindless. You have come to some sort of realization of that and now you are trying to accept it… Yet you feel that if you do accept it she will be lost to you as everything she stood for would be gone as well. “
Galinessa spoke quietly yet confidently as she turned her leather armored self and looked at Monori. Her own motherly instincts taking over and internally she was surprised with herself for having the instincts finally emerge after all this time. Her hand moving and resting on Monori’s shoulder patting it lightly as she continued speaking.
“Monori. Nothing will ever take away the memories the two of you shared. Nothing can take away the love you shared so long as you allow her memory to live through you and through your actions. Which right now my dear daughter are… frantic and disorganized. You have allowed this despair you feel to cloud your mind and hold you stationary. Break free of this cloud and become who you are meant to be… It is just as when I was lost from Mistress Riven’s service. I drifted and wandered for so long never finding my way until I was nearly killed because of my stupidity. From then on I vowed to live for the both of us not knowing she was still alive. So I used my skills to show my actions. You need to do the same. Learn from what Dizzy showed you in your short time together. It is the only way you can grow and she can rest. Go and pay your respects Mono. Go and spent some time at their grave.”
Gali nessa spoke as she stood and she took the cups away as Monori had drank hers while Galinessa talked. Heading back off the docks she spoke one last time.
“Go alone. It may be hard but it’s the only way you will grow as a person. I love you Monori. Now go and spread those wings that Dizzy loved.”
With a smile on her face Galinessa vanished as quickly as she appeared the only noise was the wind blowing past Monori now. Her face had a slight smile upon it as she closed her eyes and then opened them. Raising her hands as she began to make the motions of a teleporting spell that Kargosa had taught her she spoke softly, but she was certain her mother could hear her.
“Thanks mom. I needed that a lot. Your good at this.”
Vanishing a few seconds later into a simple blue flash of light. Reappearing inside of the rebuilt home of hers her smile shook as she glanced around. Slowly walking upstairs she moved to the third floor and the small dedicated shrine to Dizzy. The smile widened as she knelt down before it as she reached for the picture of Dizzy. Running her hand on it she set it down lightly as she grabbed the bottle of the only drink the pair had ever shared and Dizzy showed just how great of a fighter she was while drunk. Taking a shot of it she drank it before carrying the bottle out of the room and to the memorial for Dizzy.
Approaching the grave she poured a second glass and set it on top of the grave. Moving she sat down beside it as she raised her glass to take another drink. As she finished off the second glass she felt the wind come and wrap around her swirling gently all about her as if arms where coming to wrap themselves about her. Her eyes closed as the scents of their old home came to her and she smiled speaking to herself.
“Heya Dizzy. Sorry that I had to go running off like that. I.. I have been alright. Been busy with learning how to use this magic I have within me. Yes I do still Mistress Kargosa… Though now she is more than just my mistress. I know I know… Me being the woman of the relationship is rather funny. Even I have to admit that things have been different in this year since you left me.”
The winds blew a little harder as she felt them swirl about her as if comforting her as Monori felt a tear roll on her cheek.
“I miss you. More than I even cared to admit. Sitting here with you and our child beside me… It makes me feel whole again. What.. Oh I am crying. Yea it seems that I am. It is still so hard to acknowledge that you will not be coming in that door and hugging me after working the fields all day. I miss that… I miss a lot of things.”
Her words fell silent as the wind died down and stopped swirling about her. The smile still there albeit with a few streaks of tears on her face covering herself with a slightly different aura than normal. Smiling as she stood she took the second full glass and set it before the small memorial headstone for Dizzy. Taking her hand she cleaned it with her fingertips before pulling back and grabbing the glass and pouring it out onto the headstone and grass before the stone.
“Next year Dizzy. I will tell you all about my adventures this year. Trust me I will celebrate enough for the both of us. I will live enough for the both of us.”
Corking the bottle she turned to head inside their home as the winds came back spinning itself around her in one final embrace as she stopped by the door to enjoy the feeling. Her hand holding onto the bottle barely as she trembled lightly as the wind passed her and she swore she heard Dizzy speaking her name once again.
“I love you to Dizzy… Same time next year alright. I will bring the alcohol for you to enjoy.”
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Dec 10, 2014 7:39:51 GMT
I'm unlocking this so that people have an area to write stories, to help expand your creative minds!
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Post by Kojima on Dec 11, 2014 0:30:27 GMT
{This post will be official later probably, but this post is to demonstrate what's going to happen in Kojima's fight vs the third Saiyan if he takes out Ninjin This is also Kojima's updated appearance} Kojima rushed, rushed with everything he had to Mount Paozu. He could sense the stress levels there rising, he could feel the energy that surged from it and he recognized it with ease. Please.... Please hang in there Ninjin!Those were the thoughts rushing through his head right now as he pushed himself faster and faster, using everything he had to get there as quickly as possible. But, when he got there, he was too late. Descending down next to her, Ninjin, laying on the ground broken and defeated. Tears ran down his face as he heard a voice speak up. Haha! Damn she was a bitch to fight. Stupid cunt hit me pretty good a few times.He recognized that voice.... It was unmistakable... He had already taken one person from him. Kojima could feel the rage inside him boiling to the surface, his Saiyan blood raging inside him as tears fell from his face. His aura kicked up around him and Ninjin, the Saiyan raising an eyebrow as he turned on his scouter and flinched backwards. Kojima's hair flared up as he slowly set Ninjin's body back down and stood, his hands gripping together as the scouter tried keeping up with the influx of power that erupted from him. W-What the?!His eyes widened as Kojima turned to face him, his eyes turned an eiree white. His aura and hair flashing gold as the Saiyans eyes widened further. T-That's not possible!He said as Kojima gritted his teeth, raising his hands as they curled tightly into fists. THAT'S MY WOMEN!He screamed, tilting his head back as ki erupted from his being. His hair suddenly turned a dark gold along with his aura, rushing forward he slammed his fist into the side of the Saiyan's jaw. Sending him flying as the ground underneath him simply vanished as he charged after him, sending his leg up into his gut and sending him skywards as he continued his chase. Hitting him hard on the middle of his back with an axe chop, ki bursting from him as a shock wave resounded along the skyline. Pulling his hands back he began to speak once more. KAME, HAME!He began, a dark red ball of ki forming in his hand. "HA!!!!!"He fired the red ball of ki downwards, the blast starting small from the ball but very quickly erupting into a massive beam of ki energy. He had knocked them some distance away from Ninjin's body, with the angle of it aimed away from her it smashed into the Saiyan's back and quickly encompassed a massive area around him. Causing an explosion to erupt from the ground once it stopped. Kojima panted softly as he turned and moved back to Ninjin's body, lifting her up he moved her away from the mountain... It wasn't going to be there much longer. Kojima was going to ensure this Saiyan was dead, Setting Ninjin down behind him he turned back to face the mountain as he raised his hands and once again pulled them back. Masuta...He began, another ball of energy forming between his hands, keeping it there for quite some time. SHUSOKU SUPAIRARUDORIRU-HAHe pushed his hands forward, an enormous blast of ki energy erupted forward, encompassing the entire mountain just as the Saiyan began to climb out of the hole he'd been blasted into only to be met with the incoming blast. When it was finished, neither the Saiyan nor Mount Paozu remained. Kojima's aura and hair returned to normal as did his Power Level as he collapsed forward, unconscious.
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Post by Pipa on Dec 11, 2014 22:07:28 GMT
I really like your ability to stay within Kojima's perspective the entire time, without breaking away into out of character knowledge or things he wouldn't perceive. I also like your use of emotes like having Kojima clench his fist and grit his teeth; it really helps to emphasize the actions and dialog. The only thing I think that might improve it is to set the ambiance of the mountains up a little more, but it isn't really a big deal.
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Post by Ora on Jan 10, 2015 20:09:10 GMT
~Are they serious?~
The Prince of Saiyans sat upon his throne. His legs spread apart and his fist against his right cheek as he view the carnage before him. Since he became King of the race, some of its inhabitants had disagreed with the change of ruling. To the point of rebellion and sacrificing their own lives to preserve the way of their people. This was something that the Prince admired but ultimately disliked. The people of his planet were to live in harmony not in violence!
This, was opposed by a trio of Saiyajin. The three who led a band of rebels to combat the sudden change! These three had trained since they had first come together, readying for the moment that would come. The three being named: Zasho, of the Hiregetsu clan. Zucceta, Lady of Death. And Orache, The Crimson Dragon.
Orache had been sent to combat with his own squadron of Saiyajin. Attacking the east of Athren's Castle. Orache fighting with vigor, against one powerful man in general whilst his own men had been blowing against what seemed endless amounts of loyal Saiyajin. Orache's fist had jut forward and smashed against the man named, Kale, sending him flying back. The loyalist hadn't gave easily, as he simply dash back into the battle and go back and forth with the rebel. The Saiyajin around him engaged in hand to hand, sword to sword and even beam battles above ground and within castle towers.
All the while, Orache and Kale had gone back and forth. The rebel's forwards and straights met by the palm of his opponent, Kale's knees and kicks met by the forearm and shin of Orache. Orache's speed overpowering the incredible strength of Kale as he use his signature Oozaru Combination technique quickly, his hands transforming to claws and slicing the opponent's flesh and skin apart before allowing him to drop onto his knees and add to the death count.
Standing over the dead body, Orache and pointed onward and screaming, “KEEP ATTACKING!” _________________________________
On the east side of things, the Lady of Death had commanded her own elite squadron. Zucetta's arms crossed over one another as she stamp against a corpse's lifeless shell and give her toothy, confident grin. Her own men all attacking against others and being struck down after exchange after exchange. Their deaths meaning nothing to her as they had killed on their way to the Other World. They had done their job just fine. As her own troops fight and kill the loyalist, she had stepped down from the carcass to run head on into the war.
Using her own, Her Razor technique, she had conjured a ghastly Scythe from near nowhere. Using her strength alone, she began swinging and spiraling the blade around her waist and midsection, effectively slicing and cutting all that were foolish enough to stand around her and attempt to stop her. Her speed far too incredible to keep up with, she had grasped the hilt of her conjured blade as she cause shockwave and destruction to become of Prince Athren's military.
A lowly Saiyan, whom was named Shidar, was macho enough to challenge her. Had he not known her history?
He had his own spirit blade, his hand trailing along the sharp edge of the steel before he charged toward the woman. Her scythe clashing against the blade and allowing them to glare at one another, eyes meeting and locked. Using her internal strength, she shouted loud enough to push him onto the ground and allow her a quick triple slice combo before using some kind of Upper Slash type move to force him and allow her to rush up and initiate a final series of traced slashes. The attack concluding as the two fell to the ground and Zucetta whipped the scythe back into her Ki through the quick movement of her hand.
“This is far too easy..” __________________________________
In the main entry of the palace, Zasho had commandeered his militia. Unlike Zucetta and Orache, he was first to enter battle rather his army. His incredible speed allowing him to decapitate several Loyal Saiyajin simply by smashing his knuckles into their cheeks and slicing his elbow through their throats. The Hiregetsu's squadron using their collective Ki blasts to decimate the land rather than fight through upfront and physical means. However, Zasho was to give cues as to when they were cleared to fire.
Zasho had ascended to join his flying combatants and soar above them. Shouting, “Fire!”, he allowed them to issue golden and crimson Ko blasts against the palace's defenses and militia. His hands coming to his sides, fingers curling and his palms parallel to each other. A white orb of collected Ki surging rather quickly. His teeth being grit and his expression being serious, something familiar for his scarred face.
His eyes had shaken for a quick second and a half as he push his palms out toward the gates of Castle Athren, the white orb of Ki being released. His squadron clearing out and darting to get behind their captain and allow him his special technique of the Burst Tsuroha. The incredible power crashing against the grounds beneath him and the screams of melting loyalist filling the main entry way's perimeter. His concentrated beam destructive enough to create a makeshift entry into Prince Athren's chambers. _________________________________
The three rebels had commanded their troops to go on without them, as they meet together and immediately dash into the Prince's chamber.
“Are you happy?! You idiots dont see I'm changing this planet and race for the better!” Athren bellowed, rising from his throne and walking to the center of the room.
“....” “You're pretty stupid. We're supposed to be strong and vicious! Not a helping hand!”
“He's far too imbecilic to get it. Kill the 'king',” Zasho spat, a hint of sarcasm laying in his voice.
The three darted forward like wolves aiming for the prey, their fists clenched tight as they pounce the King. His speed outmatching the three of them with ease, darting to the other side of the room and standing upright, arms crossed over one another still. Zasho, Orache and Zucetta halting themselves as they skid to his throne. Athren shaking his head and having no mercy for them.
“Stupid! I'm not going to sugar coat it: I'll be killing you for disturbing the peace!”
It seemed as though the rebels weren't fazed. Instead, Orache and Zasho had given him 'then do it' and 'come on, then' gestures while Zucetta simply giggled and laughed at his bravery.
Prince Athren's arms dropped to his sides at that moment. His teeth being bore and grit as his normally jet black hair would rise and change in color. Shifting between black and white, black and bright yellow - A few second being taken up until a screech of pure power sounded out and a flash of white; The Saiyajin Prince had transformed into a Super Saiyajin! His golden Ki rising off of him like a flame, he seemed quite scary.
“..?!” “..?” “..Hm. What a neat trick. The three of us have something, quite similar.” Zasho chuckled darkly, his arms being crossed.
His hair, while short and sporting a few bangs had done a similar action. Rising but a bit and shifting in color, a transition that took the exact same of time occuring before he shouted with inner power, for he had become a Super Saiyajin as well; The Lady of Death and Crimson Dragon doing the exact same, their voices intertwined as they roar simultaneously and transform. The power still new and virgin to them, though they had learned how to control it effectively.
The three Rebel Super Saiyajin staring down their 'Prince'.
A smirk on the Rogue's faces, while Athren glare dark and menacingly..
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Post by Zucceta on Feb 2, 2015 22:41:20 GMT
Mature Content Warning (Violence)
My life ended with the war. That is not to say I died; in fact, I came away with medals for my service, a Conspicuous Gallantry Cross being my greatest achievement, the height of my career. I suppose that means I killed enough people to make my commanders happy, or perhaps it was charity for the sniper shot I suffered through my left knee that has left me with a permanent limp. My heart still beats, my eyes still see, my hands still feel, while the same cannot be said of the rest of my squadron. As I lay beside my wife, I can feel tiny feet kicking against her stomach. She claims a miracle.
All the while, I can hear the faint sound of gunfire. I feel a desert heat bearing down upon my temple, like an ant under a cruel child’s magnifying glass. As I drive down the motorway, the sun passing over lampposts resembles the slow wingbeat of a Chinook getting ready to lift off. That woman told me that these things are simply an artefact from my time at war, glamours and ghosts cast by a trauma-spent mind.
Sometimes I wonder what this psychologist might have said to a great Spartiate returning to his home state after a battle. There might be a great scar carved across his chest by the fiendish opposition. He might even walk with a limp. After subjugating the Messenians, would a Spartan be considered ill for remembering war, and even for craving a return to combat?
I pull off that great road, drive into the city. The sun has died, fallen into the yawning void, buried ‘til the sunrise. The city is a wasteland of concrete, sin and impurity. Tower blocks rise to the sky, pillars of brimstone infested with beasts.
It is a Friday night, and the populace scrabbles past as I go my way, dancing and screaming in a lunatic stupor. I pull over by a corner shop, suddenly aware of the weight of implement in my pocket, the only instrument of justice I could find. I take a deep breath, drawing in the night’s chill, before leaving my vehicle and moving into the shop.
I see a group of girls by the counter. I pretend to be looking at the alcoholic selection; I hear one of them laugh, murmur something about my limp. My nails dig into the palm of my hand, my knuckles pressed white against my skin. My coat grows heavier.
They leave, and I linger by the door. One of them says she has to take a call; Danny was being a right twat, she reckoned, and she thinks he might be seeing someone else behind her back, some skank. The others agree to see her at the party in a few minutes, while she turns the corner into an alley. I watch the others leave.
“Hi,” I smile to her when she ends the call.
“The fuck do you wan-“ I plunge the knife into her throat once, then once into her chest, then three more blows into her gut. A spatter of blood hits my face from her mouth, her eyes wide and her lips twisted into a silent scream as I step back and watch her gargle.
I wonder when the war ends.
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