Fallen warriors
I stared still waiting for the thing to leave the house. Over 2 hours passed and there was no sight of anything else moving in the house. I decided to head into town and look for anyone else who might be able to calm me down. The house was empty just like many of the houses on the road. They all looked similar, however all with different exceptions on them. My house had an angel overlooking the front porch while many others had souvenirs like guns and medals enlarged by technology. The angel was carved so it looked almost exactly like my mother. I quickly ran from garden I had landed in.
It took me another hour to walk into town as I didn't want to attract any unwanted attention with all the weapons in my bag so I went through all the ally's and ended up in the town centre which was almost completely empty apart from a few shop owners and some young kids playing around. I walked to one of the street vendors.
"Excuse me but do you know where all the people are because I don't think it's a national holiday." He looked at me and shook his head but pointed me to another vendor who was sitting on a chair admiring the view of the centre. "Excuse me sir-"
"Yes, I know what you want and all you have to do is go and look at the holo screens in the canteen in the upper market and you'll find out what's going on." He looked at me and then gave me a sinister smile. "I'm sure I've seen you on the holo screens before." The man started laughing and kept pointing at me. I decided to leave before I ended up getting even more humiliated but something the man said stuck in my head about seeing me on TV. No one had ever said I look like someone off the screens. Maybe he was imagining it. I ran up the ramps that led to the 1st floor of the market where the holo screens were. I could see that many people were all in this room and also I could see a few of my friends were in the room.
The room was quite large and had 1 large holo screen TV built into the roof so that shoppers could watch the news while going about their normal lives. All the people were surrounding the image that the screen was projecting onto the floor. I couldn't see much over the people but suddenly one of my friends recognized me.
"James. Hey move out of the way you lot." He moved many people out of the way and the signalled for me to move go over to him. I quickly pushed through and stood next to him. "I'm well sorry mate, I just found out myself. How are you taking it?" Ben looked at me as though I had just lost all I held dear to me.
"What are you on about now?" I looked at him without a clue of what he was on about and then saw all the colour of his face fall away as if he had just seen someone die right in front of him. He signalled to one of the other kids in the crowd and suddenly all the group opened up.
"Follow me and prepare yourself." He started to walk into the opened up gap and looked back at me. I followed him only in curiosity and also the fact that I wanted to know where everyone was if they were not here. He stopped in front of the projection and looked at me holding his head low. "I'm sorry mate." He pointed towards the image. I looked into it and I felt myself feel empty and all the life and energy pulled from within me. It was as if the 3rd world war had begun again but this time instead of hatred for the Russians and the Americans, I had hatred for the people who had perpetrated such an inhumane act especially to someone who I held so close. My dad's corpse was sitting, impaled on a pike somewhere on the outskirts of the city. His blood dripping from his hand, never stopping. The pike went through all of his body from his feet to his head and that was where. I stepped through into the projection and could see more clearly his face. The smile wiped away all my thought except those of hatred and anger. I could not bear to look as his face, he looked as though he had just gotten mum back. It made me sick to my stomach and I just ran out of there.
"James! Hey somebody stop him." People darted at me from all over the place to try and stop me from running away but I moved even quicker than I had ever done before. I was full of hatred and sadness and all I could hear my mind saying was "run. Run. Leave them behind." It was as if I had been given a new lease of life but all I wanted to do was make the person who killed my father pay.
The image of him stuck in my mind. It wouldn't get out and all I could see was my father who was smiling, covered in his own blood and just lying there, motionless. The sight was too much to bear but the more I ran the more I thought about it and wondered. Why him? Why now? Who? I also wondered to myself why the sky was black and not blue like it had been this morning when I assumed he was killed. The further I ran the more I wanted to kill until I just stopped still and collapsed into a heap on the floor holding my head in my arms and cried. I cried until all I could feel was the cold air on my face and all I could feel was the hatred and the anger. Ben had caught up with me and was standing behind me.
"I thought you knew. He's been dead since last night said the news reporter." I lifted my head up and looked at him.
"What did you say? How can that be when I talked to him this morning? How can that be?" I stood up feeling slightly groggy and looked straight at Ben.
"Well why do you think it had a black background on? The taped it last night and aired it last night at about half past 11 and this morning constantly on this TV but its not on any other TV's in the town." I started to laugh and could feel all the hatred in my body slip away.
"That would explain it all then. I must be mad, either that or there is someone who looks exactly like my dad in my house." Ben looked slightly taken back by what I said but then moved a little closer.
"Well why don't we go to your house and check out for ourselves or if you want we could call the police and ask them to check it out." Ben looked really sorry and took out his phone.
"Yeah I'd rather the police went and looked at my house. I don't think I can even step back in it after what happened this morning." Ben looked quizzically at me and I knew what he was going to ask so I decided to tell him. He took it a lot better than I thought he would and he tried his best to comfort me. I felt sorry for dragging him into this but he asked me and I couldn't just lie to him especially not after what I had just been through.
"Put your phone away I'll call the police and ask them to check my house and send a car to pick me up." I took out my phone and looked at it. It had received a new message. I quickly looked at it and dropped my phone. The colour quickly ran out of my hands and my face and I was completely pale. Ben went over and picked up the phone. The message was from an unknown number but whoever it was they said this:
"I hope you've had a good day so far because it's only just starting and there is a lot more fun to come as long as you know where to come."
The message came from whoever had killed my dad. The anger boiled in me and I clenched my fist turning them pure red with the amount of force. Ben started to dial another number into the phone when it went off.
"Do you want me to get it?" Ben asked me looking down at the phone.
"No pass it me." I took the phone and held it up to my ear and clicked the small button.
"Heya James. Hope you've had a good day so far because it ain't over yet, that's if you are still up for meeting us tonight." Chris's voice sounded weaker and more evil than it had ever done before and I knew that something was up with him now.
"What the hell does that mean eh? You know about my dad's death and you still want me to meet you. Why would I want to be with you?" I started to yell down the phone and could feel my hand start to shake I was getting that angry.
"Well I thought you'd like to meet your father's killers in person." Chris started to laugh and my hand went weak almost dropping the phone but I kept a hold of it. He was still laughing and so were the other people on his end. He paused. "You should have seen him when he found out it was me who took him. He was so surprised and thought it was all an act until I stabbed him that's when he learned is time was at an end. And the best part was when we sent a little present over to your house so that you wouldn't find out until a lot later. However I wanted to be the one to tell you and show you the exact blade I used to cut his throat as he was calling out your name." I got so angry I threw the phone at the floor smashing it into lots of tiny pieces and then I set off at a run towards the church. I didn't know what time it was but I knew that he must already be there and I didn't want him to get away with it not now I knew where he was and not now I had the means to kill him.
I looked at my watch. The time was almost half seven and I remembered what Chris had said. He was waiting for me there at half ten but if he had done what he had said over the phone then he knew that I would be there earlier than that and would kill him. I looked at Ben again who was looking ever so worried. He tried to place his hand on my shoulder but I moved away and dropped my bag onto the floor. If I were you I'd call the police and tell them to get over to St. Mary's church now. I pulled out the pistol and the knives and placed the gun under my shirt behind my back and the two knives, one in each pocket and looked into my bag. There were two cans of WD40 and the lighter still left in it. I opened up the front pocket and found some duck tape that I had used to fix my board when it had broken and I remembered about my house and thought to myself, "Dad had a lot of weapons in his room, they could help me avenge him", I picked up the bag and ran off towards my house while Ben looked at me and started dialling on his phone.
It took me less than 10 minute to reach the street where I lived and I decided to walk slowly towards my house and make sure that whatever was in it this morning was gone. As I approached my house I could see that something was not right as the gate had been torn apart. I looked at the front of the house and was further enraged. The angel that was on the front of my house had been taken leaving the front of my house desolate and empty. I knew that Chris had to be behind this as well and I burst into the house pushing past the jarred front and racing upstairs, this time I could feel nothing breathing on my neck however I still felt like something was slowly cutting my neck the longer I stayed in the house. I ran into my dads' room and threw my bag onto his bed.
His room had been untouched since last night and I could see that now nothing had been living in it since then. I pushed the wardrobe door open and found a chest, which belonged to my dad and dated back to before the war and had all his weapons he had used to help defend the country and his family.
I thought to myself as I looked through the chest what would happen to dad's body if something happened to me tonight but then the images came back of his corpse and I quickly got of that subject and searched the chest. I moved some old war clothes and found a sword and a shield, which had an unknown insignia on them. The sword was in its casing and was attached to a belt. I fastened the belt around my waist and put the shield on my back and continued searching the chest but found no other weapons. I knew this was where my dad kept al his stuff from the war but how come there were no guns or newer weapons in here apart from a sword and shield which would have been used centuries ago not in the 3rd world war. Something was not right here but I couldn't get any answers from my dad now. He was dead and his murderer would pay the ultimate price for killing him. I looked into my bag again and saw the two cans sitting there and decided to duck tape the lighters to I had to flamethrowers should I need them. I placed them into two holsters which I found in the chest which were the only thing that was modern in it. The rest were old knight robes and chain linked garment that would have been used by knights of the holy order many millennia ago. I left the room and felt my neck become ensnared with pain as blood flew down my spine from two cuts which appear out of nowhere on my neck but caused an immense amount of pain. I fell down the stairs and quickly landed on the landing lying almost motionless looking towards the top of the stairs where those red eyes I had seen before were staring at me.
I lifted myself to my feet and ran through for the front door looking back at puddle of blood lying at the bottom of the stairs. The creature from the top of the stairs hadn't followed me. I decided to run while I the thing wasn't chasing me and I remembered what was actually going on. I set off running towards the church where I would face my fathers' murderer. The sun was just setting and I could feel the cool breath of night setting in through all the hatred that had clouded my mind. I ran like a warrior who was charging into his last battle unafraid.