Ch. 5 "Final Betrayal"
The battle had gone on for three hours. Vicious had lost two of his men another was wounded. It seems as though a patrolling guard had discovered one of the two units he sent to guard the entrance and exit of the canyon. The guard opened fire on them, alerting the rest of the camp to their presence. Vicious used the confusion to his advantage, and struck silently and swiftly. Infiltrating the chaotic guerilla camp was simple enough, killing the guerilla fighters was mere Childs play. None of the fighters were as skilled as Vicious thought they would be, and none of his men hesitated to kill them. The battle was over, and dead bodies were scattered across the bloody encampment. Vicious smiled. Only two of them belonged to him. His men gathered around him. Vicious wiped his blade clean of filthy guerilla blood. Then examined his men. Two of them were carrying the wounded soldier, and the third was on the ground sobbing uncontrollably. The other two were trying to comfort the third. Vicious saw no sign of the two teams he sent to guard the entrance and the exit. The two men set the wounded soldier down and began tending to his wounds. Vicious stood over them, his cold eyes analyzing the wounded mans situation.
"Kill me. Please." The wounded man begged. The man had taken a bullet in his shoulder, and in his chest. The shoulder wound was superficial, but the chest wound had to be treated immediately.
"Roll him over so his stomach is on the ground." Vicious ordered. The two men obeyed Vicious without hesitance. Vicious brought his katana down on the wounded mans back, slicing his cloak open, exposing the wound. The two men sighed in relief; they had thought Vicious meant to kill him. The bullet had barely missed the heart, and it protruded from his back. Vicious's eyes narrowed.
"Am I.... am I going to die?" The wounded man asked.
"Not today, but tomorrow perhaps." Vicious said, using the edge of his katana to pry the bullet out of the wounded man's back in one quick, fluid movement. The man cried out in pain, then fell silent.
"Bandage that up." Vicious ordered as he threw the bloody bullet to the ground. Vicious turned his attention away from his men and looked up into the cold dark sky.
"I thought you would end it." Vicious said, his gray hair blocking his field of vision.
"Yet you allow me to live." Vicious closed his eyes and a memory flashed through his mind. The image of Julia in Spike's arms, Spike kissing her passionately. Vicious smiled.
"And you allow Spike to live as well." A hand was placed on Vicious's shoulder. Vicious had his blade to the owner's throat in a second. Vicious glared at the soldier, then sheathed his katana.
"What is it?" Vicious asked, turning his back on the soldier.
"When we were fighting...you saved my life." The soldier said.
"By allowing you to fight, I wasted it." Vicious replied.
"Thank you, nevertheless." The soldier said softly, he then began to walk away. Vicious turned around and asked the soldier, "What is your name?"
"Gren." The soldier said as he rejoined his comrades. Vicious closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Life and the irony therein never cease to amaze me." Vicious sat down on the soft sand and set his sword beside him.
"I find myself wanting an end to this eternal war." Vicious closed his eyes and replayed the scene in his mind.
Vicious had bought a bouquet of roses for Julia that day. He was going to drop by her apartment and surprise her with them. Vicious took a taxi to her apartment building and knocked on her door. There was no answer. Vicious tried again, but there was still no answer. He sighed then began to head downstairs, that is when he saw them.
Spike and Julia had just entered the apartment building holding hands and smiling. Vicious stopped dead at the foot of the stairs. Spike and Julia didn't see him; they kissed, deeply, and passionately. Spike smiled and put his hand on Julia's cheek; Julia did the same to Spike. They stood there for a minute, gazing into one another's eyes. Vicious dropped the roses, and slowly walked down the stairs. Smiling, Julia glanced towards Vicious's direction; her smile vanished when she realized who was walking down the stairs.
"Vicious...I...." Julia began. Vicious brushed past her, his long gray hair masking his facial expressions. Spike stepped aside and let Vicious pass by him. Vicious stopped at the entrance of the building.
"I trusted you Spike." Vicious said softly. Then he left. No one stopped him. No one bothered to comfort him. No one cared.
"I should have known fate was being to kind." Vicious muttered to himself as he opened his eyes staring into the canyon wall.
"You betrayed me Spike. You shall die for that."
"And so shall Julia." Vicious smiled, a cold, lifeless smile.
The battle had gone on for three hours. Vicious had lost two of his men another was wounded. It seems as though a patrolling guard had discovered one of the two units he sent to guard the entrance and exit of the canyon. The guard opened fire on them, alerting the rest of the camp to their presence. Vicious used the confusion to his advantage, and struck silently and swiftly. Infiltrating the chaotic guerilla camp was simple enough, killing the guerilla fighters was mere Childs play. None of the fighters were as skilled as Vicious thought they would be, and none of his men hesitated to kill them. The battle was over, and dead bodies were scattered across the bloody encampment. Vicious smiled. Only two of them belonged to him. His men gathered around him. Vicious wiped his blade clean of filthy guerilla blood. Then examined his men. Two of them were carrying the wounded soldier, and the third was on the ground sobbing uncontrollably. The other two were trying to comfort the third. Vicious saw no sign of the two teams he sent to guard the entrance and the exit. The two men set the wounded soldier down and began tending to his wounds. Vicious stood over them, his cold eyes analyzing the wounded mans situation.
"Kill me. Please." The wounded man begged. The man had taken a bullet in his shoulder, and in his chest. The shoulder wound was superficial, but the chest wound had to be treated immediately.
"Roll him over so his stomach is on the ground." Vicious ordered. The two men obeyed Vicious without hesitance. Vicious brought his katana down on the wounded mans back, slicing his cloak open, exposing the wound. The two men sighed in relief; they had thought Vicious meant to kill him. The bullet had barely missed the heart, and it protruded from his back. Vicious's eyes narrowed.
"Am I.... am I going to die?" The wounded man asked.
"Not today, but tomorrow perhaps." Vicious said, using the edge of his katana to pry the bullet out of the wounded man's back in one quick, fluid movement. The man cried out in pain, then fell silent.
"Bandage that up." Vicious ordered as he threw the bloody bullet to the ground. Vicious turned his attention away from his men and looked up into the cold dark sky.
"I thought you would end it." Vicious said, his gray hair blocking his field of vision.
"Yet you allow me to live." Vicious closed his eyes and a memory flashed through his mind. The image of Julia in Spike's arms, Spike kissing her passionately. Vicious smiled.
"And you allow Spike to live as well." A hand was placed on Vicious's shoulder. Vicious had his blade to the owner's throat in a second. Vicious glared at the soldier, then sheathed his katana.
"What is it?" Vicious asked, turning his back on the soldier.
"When we were fighting...you saved my life." The soldier said.
"By allowing you to fight, I wasted it." Vicious replied.
"Thank you, nevertheless." The soldier said softly, he then began to walk away. Vicious turned around and asked the soldier, "What is your name?"
"Gren." The soldier said as he rejoined his comrades. Vicious closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Life and the irony therein never cease to amaze me." Vicious sat down on the soft sand and set his sword beside him.
"I find myself wanting an end to this eternal war." Vicious closed his eyes and replayed the scene in his mind.
Vicious had bought a bouquet of roses for Julia that day. He was going to drop by her apartment and surprise her with them. Vicious took a taxi to her apartment building and knocked on her door. There was no answer. Vicious tried again, but there was still no answer. He sighed then began to head downstairs, that is when he saw them.
Spike and Julia had just entered the apartment building holding hands and smiling. Vicious stopped dead at the foot of the stairs. Spike and Julia didn't see him; they kissed, deeply, and passionately. Spike smiled and put his hand on Julia's cheek; Julia did the same to Spike. They stood there for a minute, gazing into one another's eyes. Vicious dropped the roses, and slowly walked down the stairs. Smiling, Julia glanced towards Vicious's direction; her smile vanished when she realized who was walking down the stairs.
"Vicious...I...." Julia began. Vicious brushed past her, his long gray hair masking his facial expressions. Spike stepped aside and let Vicious pass by him. Vicious stopped at the entrance of the building.
"I trusted you Spike." Vicious said softly. Then he left. No one stopped him. No one bothered to comfort him. No one cared.
"I should have known fate was being to kind." Vicious muttered to himself as he opened his eyes staring into the canyon wall.
"You betrayed me Spike. You shall die for that."
"And so shall Julia." Vicious smiled, a cold, lifeless smile.