I've gotten some comments on what I've writen so far, so I just wanna clear
it up. No one knows the main character's name. He's supposedto be shrouded
in mystery. As for the time, it is in the past, but it's your call as to
how far back it is. All the way back to the Romans for all I care. (But
it's not that far back, cause they didn't have guns back then.) Well,
please R&R, noflames if you can help it, and if you have any other
questions or complements or just wanna get in touch with me (for whatever
reason), write me at frontlinewarrior477hotmail.com Enjoy!
Chapter 11: The Hour Of Reckoning Is At Hand
My anger grew with each strike. Clang, clang, shing, clang, whoosh! These sounds echoed off the walls of fire closing in on us as we fought to end everything. I was fighting for revenge. He was fighting for someone else, but who? I had to learn who he was working for. Clang, slash, clang, shing, shing, clash, whoosh, whoosh! I fought with everything I had. I wasn't gonna quit. I wasn't gonna lose. I couldn't lose. If I were to lose I'd die. But I'd also be letting this town be destroyed. Letting these people be killed for nothing. Letting this maniac kill Crystal. Her name flashed in my mind. All this time I was hunting down this man because he killed everything that meant anything to me. But I was fighting this man to protect a woman I met just the other day. Why? Did I... Did I love her? Maybe. Who knew? She seemed to care for me. Our swords locked up hard, neither budging. I pushed with all my might, but to no avail. I wouldn't quit. I couldn't quit. He smiled his annoying smile and laughed.
"That look in your eyes! You must think you're fighting for something!"
"What does it matter? You'll be dead soon anyways! I'd be using this time to pray for forgiveness!" He laughed in my face.
"You're telling me to pray?! HA! You'll die on this night, just like your parents! It was most entertaining to watch them die!" I just glared as he kept talking. "Ha! Me?! Pray for my life?! That was funny kid! If I didn't have to kill you I might learn to like you! Besides, you should be the one praying!"
"I have nothing to pray for and no reason to keep living... I have you to thank for that..." His expression softened. As soon as I saw this I pushed him back and swung. He jumped back, holding his chest. I saw him look down in horror at the blood seeping though his fingers. He dropped his sword and looked at me. I glared back.
"Heh heh... You're good kid... You've definitely gotten better... Maybe even liberate this country from him..."
"Who?"
"The man I work for, duh! I thought you wanted to know?" He coughed hard, bleeding from the mouth.
"You're willing to tell me now?"
"That's my job kid..." He laughed at the confused look on my face. "That day long ago, my boss had his eye on your father. He wanted me to kill him. But if I failed I was to tell that man where to find my boss. Well... You know the outcome..." He staggered a little and got on one knee, trying to hold on long enough to tell his tale. "But I didn't expect his son to come after me! Heh heh... When you attacked, I was lucky I didn't lose my leg... But it was nothing a little surgery couldn't fix... Anyway, I thought that maybe you could take him down with the right training..." He laughed again and looked up at me. "I remember when I used to change your diapers." I was appalled at this remark. I was about to finish him, but then I just chalked it up to delusion. He laughed again and reached into his coat pocket. "Here... Look familiar?" He pulled out a small picture and held it out to me. I took it and looked it over. I gasped.
"Wha-!? But, how could you have this picture!?" I glared at him harshly, but he spoke softly.
"Calm down kid, I didn't steal it. We took that picture when you were just a lil'un." I looked down again. My father was smiling warmly with my mother in his arms. I saw Vincent standing beside them, his arms crossed harshly but a warm smile on his face. I saw myself playing in the lake.
"I remember that day... Right after the camera flashed I grabbed fish as big as my head." I smiled at this thought, tears welling up in my eyes. He smiled
"That was a pretty big fish. I grilled that sucker and your father decided you could eat it." I looked at the dieing man.
"How did you know my father?"
Chapter 11: The Hour Of Reckoning Is At Hand
My anger grew with each strike. Clang, clang, shing, clang, whoosh! These sounds echoed off the walls of fire closing in on us as we fought to end everything. I was fighting for revenge. He was fighting for someone else, but who? I had to learn who he was working for. Clang, slash, clang, shing, shing, clash, whoosh, whoosh! I fought with everything I had. I wasn't gonna quit. I wasn't gonna lose. I couldn't lose. If I were to lose I'd die. But I'd also be letting this town be destroyed. Letting these people be killed for nothing. Letting this maniac kill Crystal. Her name flashed in my mind. All this time I was hunting down this man because he killed everything that meant anything to me. But I was fighting this man to protect a woman I met just the other day. Why? Did I... Did I love her? Maybe. Who knew? She seemed to care for me. Our swords locked up hard, neither budging. I pushed with all my might, but to no avail. I wouldn't quit. I couldn't quit. He smiled his annoying smile and laughed.
"That look in your eyes! You must think you're fighting for something!"
"What does it matter? You'll be dead soon anyways! I'd be using this time to pray for forgiveness!" He laughed in my face.
"You're telling me to pray?! HA! You'll die on this night, just like your parents! It was most entertaining to watch them die!" I just glared as he kept talking. "Ha! Me?! Pray for my life?! That was funny kid! If I didn't have to kill you I might learn to like you! Besides, you should be the one praying!"
"I have nothing to pray for and no reason to keep living... I have you to thank for that..." His expression softened. As soon as I saw this I pushed him back and swung. He jumped back, holding his chest. I saw him look down in horror at the blood seeping though his fingers. He dropped his sword and looked at me. I glared back.
"Heh heh... You're good kid... You've definitely gotten better... Maybe even liberate this country from him..."
"Who?"
"The man I work for, duh! I thought you wanted to know?" He coughed hard, bleeding from the mouth.
"You're willing to tell me now?"
"That's my job kid..." He laughed at the confused look on my face. "That day long ago, my boss had his eye on your father. He wanted me to kill him. But if I failed I was to tell that man where to find my boss. Well... You know the outcome..." He staggered a little and got on one knee, trying to hold on long enough to tell his tale. "But I didn't expect his son to come after me! Heh heh... When you attacked, I was lucky I didn't lose my leg... But it was nothing a little surgery couldn't fix... Anyway, I thought that maybe you could take him down with the right training..." He laughed again and looked up at me. "I remember when I used to change your diapers." I was appalled at this remark. I was about to finish him, but then I just chalked it up to delusion. He laughed again and reached into his coat pocket. "Here... Look familiar?" He pulled out a small picture and held it out to me. I took it and looked it over. I gasped.
"Wha-!? But, how could you have this picture!?" I glared at him harshly, but he spoke softly.
"Calm down kid, I didn't steal it. We took that picture when you were just a lil'un." I looked down again. My father was smiling warmly with my mother in his arms. I saw Vincent standing beside them, his arms crossed harshly but a warm smile on his face. I saw myself playing in the lake.
"I remember that day... Right after the camera flashed I grabbed fish as big as my head." I smiled at this thought, tears welling up in my eyes. He smiled
"That was a pretty big fish. I grilled that sucker and your father decided you could eat it." I looked at the dieing man.
"How did you know my father?"