CH2. I Cant Deny
In the distance walked a figure of a man covered in a brown cloak. He swayed as he walked through the barren landscape fatigued from the lack of food and water. He was barely able stand on his two feet let alone travel the long distance across the wastelands, without the proper supplies.
After stumbling forward he saw in the distance what appeared to be a well on the edge of a small town. He had come across a few wells during his journey, yet each of them were dry, radioactive, or only had enough to give him a small sip of water. He prayed that this well would at least be able to give him more water than the previous wells.
As he shuffled forward he knew that the well had to be guarded or watched if it where on the edge of town yet despite this he continued towards the well longing for the sweet refreshing taste of water to quench his thirst. Finally arriving at the well he lowered the bucket down into the depths, then drawing the bucket back up after he felt it fill with water.
To his joy the water was not irradiated. Bringing the bucket to his cracked dry lips he slowly drank the contents, savoring the taste. After days of the hot sun beating down on him without any water to quench the near fatal thirst he finally felt he could rest before marching on.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" yelled a man with a crossbow as he along with twelve others surrounded the man by the well. Each of them were carrying spears bows and makeshift clubs with looks of fear and anger at the man who trespassed on their land.
Not having any energy left to stand up let alone fight them, he did the only thing he could do. The stranger raised his hands as high as he could and surrendered to them willingly. As he walked forward slowly he felt himself knocked to the ground face first and everything went black.
"What did he have on him?" asked one voice in the darkness who was quickly answered by another voice that sounded younger. "He had a sword, a compass, an empty water flask, and this golden locket."
The mans eyes shot open at the mention of the locket and quickly looked to his side. He found himself in a prison cell with rusted bars and an old rickety stool. The two people that were talking were on the other side of the bars holding his affects, one was an old man who looked to be somewhere in his later sixties or his early seventies and a man who looked like he was in his mid thirties.
His eyes darted around where they were looking for the locket until he spotted it in the younger mans hands dangling by its chain. 'Calm yourself, don't let your emotions go rampant right now' his inner voice told him trying to calm himself down.
'You are a prisoner in this village and they probably mistook you for a bandit or a raider, just tell them who you are and get out' the voice in his head told him. The man got up and walked to the bars hoping to clear this mess up before it got any further out of hand.
Yet before he got the chance, there was a loud bell rung in the distance followed by the screams of people in the streets. "Raiders!" "Run For Cover!" "Save the Children!"
These were cries he had heard many times before in his long travels and he would not stand by waiting for a bloodbath. Grasping the steel bars of the prison cell he took a deep breath, then pried the bars open with a force unrivaled by any other. The two men in the room adjacent from him were in too great a shock to try and stop him. The Man quickly took his sword from the table and slowly walked towards the exit ready to face the enemy.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA! KILL THE MEN AND TAKE THE WOMEN AND FOOD!" Shouted a titan of a raider he had a long scar on his left cheek and a tattoo of a claw over his right eyebrow. He revved his motorcycle to life as he led the charge into the town. A good twenty men yelled with joy and blood lust and they charged wielding axes, clubs, spears and a few guns. The villagers that tried to flee were cut down mercilessly where those who tried to fight back fared little better. Women were dragged by their hair across the streets having their clothing torn to shreds exposing their bare flesh to the wild sex craved barbarians. Some children were run over by the various vehicles speeding through the streets.
People fled in all directions yet they only delayed being caught or killed by the attackers. One woman tried running away, with her daughter in her arms, from the onslaught yet she was spotted by three muscular raiders who quickly surrounded her. "Heh heh heh! Finally there is a woman we can share brothers" said the raider who sported a Mohawk and held a long knife chuckled.
"Yeah I hate having to get the leftovers of what the boss and the others use" replied the skinny raider with braided hair holding a loaded crossbow.
"We have feel good with lady?" asked the largest and dimwitted of the three raiders who held a cinder block hammer. "Yes big guy we get to have feel good with the lady and before the others" the first raider chuckled at his dimwitted brother. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw something; it was a man cloaked and holding a sword still sheathed.
"Hey what do you want huh?" asked the Mohawk raider demanding an answer form the stranger. Yet there was no response, "If you want the woman you'll have to wait your turn we found her first." As soon as he finished his sentence the man began walking towards them ignoring his words completely. This act of defiance didn't go unnoticed by the three raiders as the skinny one aimed his crossbow at the mysterious man and fired.
(Play The Good The Bad and The Ugly theme)
If any of them blinked they didn't realize it because the man held to bolt in between his fingers. Then, before the raiders could react in shock, with a flick of the mans wrist the arrow went sailing back hitting the thin raider square between the eyes going half way through his skull. When the dead man hit the ground the large raider lifted his hammer above his head screaming as ran towards the mysterious man in a fit of rage.
With speed unseen by normal eyes the man side stepped the behemoth and ended behind him. "Hey!" the man finally spoke. "Are those yours?" he asked in a mono tone, without turning around, as he pointed to two severed arms in the air that looked exactly like those of the giant's arms. When the Giant looked down at his short nubs that's when the pain and the blood started spurting everywhere. After a few seconds he died from the pain and blood loss.
The man with no name (for now) kept walking towards the Mohawk raider who was in a furious rage from the death of his brothers charged towards the mysterious man on his motorcycle. As the distance kept getting closer and closer the raider noticed the man wasn't even attempting to move or avoid the on coming vehicle, he just stood there waiting calmly.
When the Mohawk raider finally got into swinging distance,at 45 miles per hour(about 72 km per hour), the man, with no name, aimed the pommel of his sword towards the on coming raider and slammed it into his face knocking him off the bike.
Once the raider landed on the ground he felt a pain like no other building up inside his skull. It was a building pressure that caused his skull to expand at a rapid rate until. He desperately tried to stop the expansion by pushing on his head yet was failing. His head kept expanding further and further until it exploded scattering blood and brains everywhere.
The figure soon began his march towards the center of town ready to face the rest of the attackers and he would make them pay for the death and destruction they brought in their wake.
(End Song if it hasn't already ended)
"GIVE US YOUR FOOD OIL AND WATER OR I'LL CRUSH THIS CHILD'S HEAD LIKE AN EGG!" shouted the leader of the Raiders holding a little girl with silver blonde hair above his head. He slowly flexed his hand that surrounded the girls head ready to kill her without a second thought just to emphasize his point. "If we do you'll probably kill us all anyway!" shouted a random bystander. "MAYBE SO BUT IF YOU DON'T I'LL KILL THIS GIRL THEN FORCE FEED YOU HER INTESTINES!" the leader laughed.
The raiders laughed, they loved seeing the people struggling to decide if the girl was worth the loss of supplies that they desperately needed to live.
Everyone was so occupied by the open display that they didn't notice the man with no name walk past them towards the leader of the Raiders. The Leader was confused at first at the sight of someone walking towards him with no fear. What happened next shocked everyone. The man kicked a broken piece of cement at the Leader who caught it in his mouth. He then crushed it with his bare teeth, fishing out a small piece of metal in the process.
"YOU TRYIN' TO PISS ME OFF YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!" the Leader yelled at the one person who didn't cower at his mere presence. "Put her down now or you won't make it out of here alive" the nameless man said in a mono toned voice. The leader was stunned at first then began laughing at the ridicules threat "GET 'IM BOYS!" the Leader ordered and his men responded charging at the unknown man.
The man with no name merely walked forwards shedding his cloak revealing he wore a torn up white business shirt, jeans and a sword at the hip. As the raiders got closer and closer he merely walked forwards at a slow pace slowly drawing his sword from its scabbard.
When the first raiders reached him he swung once and moved past them without a second glance. He did this three more times each of the raiders seemingly unharmed until they all turned to face him. Then their bodies began to slowly and painfully fall apart, sliding down the angles in which they were cut with a fountain of blood spurting from their wounds.
The Leader was shocked seeing his men so quickly and easily cut down as if they were cattle. He then felt something he hadn't felt since he was a little boy, fear, yet he didn't show it he was still convinced that he could kill this puny little man. "Put her down now" the man said once again in a mono toned voice. "YEAH SURE I'LL PUT HER DOWN. RIGHT AFTER I SNAP HER NECK!" the former Leader of the raiders laughed squeezing the girls head and slowly twisting her neck.
'Big mistake' thought the man as he roared then stabbed with his blade at multiple parts of the Leaders body so rapidly that you could only tell it moved from the flashes of light from where it once was. Then the man drew back his sword arm then stabbed at the Leader's temple yet never contacted but a force knocked him back causing him to fall to the ground and release he girl. The nameless man quickly caught the helpless girl as she fell turning his back to the soon to be dead man.
'What the hell just hit me?' the Leader thought to himself as he slowly got up. Then he remembered that it was the little man before him with his back turned to him. "YOU JUST SIGNED YOU DEATH WARRANT LITTLE MAN! BECAUSE WHEN I FIGHT ITS TO THE DEATH!" he boasted holding a large axe in his hand as he stood up. "お前はもう死んでいる-omae-wa-mou-shindeiru" were the last words the Leader would ever hear before his body literally exploded at every part of his body ending with his skull.
The man with no name put down the girl and let her run to her parents who were amongst the crowd. After that he sheathed his sword took out a match and a self made cigarette and took a puff. "Give me two gallon jugs of water, a loaf of bread and some jerky and I'll be on my way" he said to the townsfolk as he continued smoking.
In less than ten minutes he was given what he desired then began his long journey across the waste lands. "Wait what is your name?" asked the little girl he saved as he walked away. He turned and faced her and said with a warm smile "My name is Rock."
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