Iron
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This little one-shot focuses completely on my character from my main story series, so you'll have to read that in order to understand what's occuring here. Other than that have a great day!
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It was nerely midnight when I spotted my target. Down below in the pit of twisted metal and wood that was affectionately titled a prison camp, reflecting the light of the moon away, almost as if it were depriving it's prisoners of even that. But I had no interest in any prisoner. They did not matter.
My only aim was him, and him alone.
The camp where my village and I had been brought those years ago. The camp where I helplessly watched as my friends and family were beaten, raped, and murdered by the animals with badges.
But that didn't matter.
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
He was louder than the rest. His voice like a haunting cackle that sounded across all the communicators in the camp. Including the one I took from the corpse of a guard.
He was loud and surly. But that didn't matter.
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight and fate
At the edge of my scope view I saw a young woman being dragged into one of the tool sheds by three large guards, one holding a large skinning knife like a sword against her stomach.
A man was screaming in agony as he watched the scene, attempting to fight off the guards who were holding him down, forcing him to watch as the woman was cut open like a pig.
But that did not matter.
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths
The rising of the heights ahead
I turned my attention back to my target. He was lounging on a chair as he watched the scene I observed from the corner of my eye play out, laughing like a hyena into the intercom as the guards threw the woman into the shed, letting her bleed out on the mud covered ground like a slaughtered lamb.
She was gone. It didn't matter.
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips again
He was yelling again. Ordering his guards to shoot at the crowds of prisoners in the pits, their bullets tearing into the flesh of the innocent as screams of agony filled the night, fluctuated by his laughter.
It didn't matter. Nothing would stop me from achieving my goal.
Even as I began to put pressure on the trigger, with the faces of the past flying by me I could not lose my iron will. They flashed before me. The images of my family, my friends, and my entire village. All taken from me by the man in my cross hairs as if they were mere pieces on a chess board.
It didn't matter. They died long ago.
The steady burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I barely remember the sensation of my weapon discharging, but even that did not matter.
I can't remind your eyes, your face...
The now silent communication channel told me all that I needed to know, the only thing that mattered...