Chapter 13: The Man Among the Massacre
(A short chapter. Yes. But my typing mood IS returning. So, thumbs up to that.
)
As the blood was being splattered upon the once buzzing streets of Varrock. Another villages was deprived of it's people. They all laid dead upon the dirt pathway, even small children. Their blood covered the land, corrupting beautiful plants and withering them to their deaths. Alone among the carnage, alone among the bloodletting, alone caped in blood stood a man with a Black Cavalier.
He held a blade in his left hand. It was bloodied, covered top to bottom in the blood of victims, assassins more like. A depraved smile grew on his crimson covered face. But then it quickly goes down, and instead he grows angry. He clenched his right hand into a tightly closed fist and looked out to the empty village of bodies and blood.
"You Assassins believe you own the world! I've just killed all of you! So what do you have to say about that!?!" he shouted off the top of his lungs. His voice echoed across the silent late afternoon. "I want you to strike me with your weapons! I want you to show me your resentment!!"
The afternoon grew still. Silent. As a winter day. Marcello lowered his head and closed his eyes. He and the world around him were shrouded in silence.
His quiet blank mind wandered on the thought of his past. The warm embrace of his brother, the cold wintry skin of his lifeless mother, and the burning flames that engulfed his every nightmare. The two siblings ran to their father's workshop where he was before the attack. They hasted as fast as they could, wearing off their small bodies' amount of oxygen.
(A short chapter. Yes. But my typing mood IS returning. So, thumbs up to that.
)
As the blood was being splattered upon the once buzzing streets of Varrock. Another villages was deprived of it's people. They all laid dead upon the dirt pathway, even small children. Their blood covered the land, corrupting beautiful plants and withering them to their deaths. Alone among the carnage, alone among the bloodletting, alone caped in blood stood a man with a Black Cavalier.
He held a blade in his left hand. It was bloodied, covered top to bottom in the blood of victims, assassins more like. A depraved smile grew on his crimson covered face. But then it quickly goes down, and instead he grows angry. He clenched his right hand into a tightly closed fist and looked out to the empty village of bodies and blood.
"You Assassins believe you own the world! I've just killed all of you! So what do you have to say about that!?!" he shouted off the top of his lungs. His voice echoed across the silent late afternoon. "I want you to strike me with your weapons! I want you to show me your resentment!!"
The afternoon grew still. Silent. As a winter day. Marcello lowered his head and closed his eyes. He and the world around him were shrouded in silence.
His quiet blank mind wandered on the thought of his past. The warm embrace of his brother, the cold wintry skin of his lifeless mother, and the burning flames that engulfed his every nightmare. The two siblings ran to their father's workshop where he was before the attack. They hasted as fast as they could, wearing off their small bodies' amount of oxygen.
The end
is only
the beginning...
13-Nov-2009 21:03:40
