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Oriphiel · 05-22-2017, 08:15 PM

Chapter Six

On a hill overlooking the city, the rebels stared forward in silence. Cutting through the darkness of night, endless veins of neon lights stretched across buildings and streets as swarms of helicopters passed over the city. All across the cityscape, numerous pillars of flames were climbing towards the sky, each one signifying the destruction of a rebel stronghold. Using the information extracted from the leader of the bootleggers, the IME forces had begun their final push towards uprooting all rebel activity in the city. Every moment that passed by, yet another flame appeared on the horizon. Turning away from the city, the man withdrew his pistol as he began to walk down the path that wound around the hill. The woman stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The man angrily brushed her hand aside. Turning to face her, he expected to see tearful eyes staring back at him, as she tried to convince him to not throw his life away. However, as the two locked gazes through the tinted visors of their helmets, he looked at her and saw naught but a smile of clever determination. In her eyes continued to burn the passionate fire that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, on the day that their gazes had first met. He smiled back, realizing that she, as always, had a plan.

IME could not be stopped. Even if every soldier in the city was killed, the entirety of their global forces comprised an army large and powerful enough to contend with every other military force on the planet. They had become a hydra, their forces in the city simply one of many heads, capable of being replaced at a moment’s notice. And, in the end, a beast of their sort had infinitely more to fear of pens than of swords. A singular man, however, is a thing still living within the realm and reach of blades, and the procurement of his one and only head a quite tangible goal. In her mind, the woman saw the face of the officer, the smile that he had worn as he had opened fire on the prisoners. Though it pained her to admit it, it was a smile that reminded her very much of her own, as well as the one worn by her lover. All three were cursed with a lust of blood, an insatiable thirst that led them forward to become heroes and villains, as accorded by the whims of fate. One can always recognize a kindred spirit, as it is only a kindred spirit that can reveal in one either a love or a hatred like no other.

Together, the two lovers mounted their motorcycles and set off on their final run, hungry for blood and hellbent for glory. The surviving rebels followed suit, pushing their engines to the limit and shouting battle cries as they prepared to escort the lovers into oblivion. Racing down the highway, the lines of traffic all parted before the warparty, unwilling to face the destruction that would surely befall any who stood in their way. Before long, the rebels had reached a certain bar, one that had become known as a hangout for off–duty IME soldiers, and parked their vehicles beside it. Withdrawing their weapons, they walked solemnly to the entrance, and kicked open the door.

In a flash, bright beams of searing light cut through the dark and cloudy air within the bar as the rebels opened fire. As terrified bystanders fell to the floor and crawled for whatever cover could be found, the few IME soldiers that had survived the opening volley found their pistols and returned fire. However, having been taken completely by surprise, the IME soldiers were completely unable to mount a defense, and it wasn’t long before only two remained. Of the two, one was soon shot in the shoulder, and dropped his gun as he fell to the floor, while the other willingly tossed away his pistol and surrendered, holding his hands high in the air and flinching as he narrowly dodged a laserbeam. The rebels ceased their fire and made their way towards the survivors, keeping them in their sights as they prepared to interrogate them. The rebels knew that it wouldn’t be long before IME reinforcements arrived on the scene, and so they skipped all pleasantries and went straight to work. In a matter of moments, they had obtained their goal; a location. To be precise, the location of their most hated enemy.

05-22-2017, 08:15 PM	#8 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Chapter Six On a hill overlooking the city, the rebels stared forward in silence. Cutting through the darkness of night, endless veins of neon lights stretched across buildings and streets as swarms of helicopters passed over the city. All across the cityscape, numerous pillars of flames were climbing towards the sky, each one signifying the destruction of a rebel stronghold. Using the information extracted from the leader of the bootleggers, the IME forces had begun their final push towards uprooting all rebel activity in the city. Every moment that passed by, yet another flame appeared on the horizon. Turning away from the city, the man withdrew his pistol as he began to walk down the path that wound around the hill. The woman stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The man angrily brushed her hand aside. Turning to face her, he expected to see tearful eyes staring back at him, as she tried to convince him to not throw his life away. However, as the two locked gazes through the tinted visors of their helmets, he looked at her and saw naught but a smile of clever determination. In her eyes continued to burn the passionate fire that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, on the day that their gazes had first met. He smiled back, realizing that she, as always, had a plan. IME could not be stopped. Even if every soldier in the city was killed, the entirety of their global forces comprised an army large and powerful enough to contend with every other military force on the planet. They had become a hydra, their forces in the city simply one of many heads, capable of being replaced at a moment’s notice. And, in the end, a beast of their sort had infinitely more to fear of pens than of swords. A singular man, however, is a thing still living within the realm and reach of blades, and the procurement of his one and only head a quite tangible goal. In her mind, the woman saw the face of the officer, the smile that he had worn as he had opened fire on the prisoners. Though it pained her to admit it, it was a smile that reminded her very much of her own, as well as the one worn by her lover. All three were cursed with a lust of blood, an insatiable thirst that led them forward to become heroes and villains, as accorded by the whims of fate. One can always recognize a kindred spirit, as it is only a kindred spirit that can reveal in one either a love or a hatred like no other. Together, the two lovers mounted their motorcycles and set off on their final run, hungry for blood and hellbent for glory. The surviving rebels followed suit, pushing their engines to the limit and shouting battle cries as they prepared to escort the lovers into oblivion. Racing down the highway, the lines of traffic all parted before the warparty, unwilling to face the destruction that would surely befall any who stood in their way. Before long, the rebels had reached a certain bar, one that had become known as a hangout for off–duty IME soldiers, and parked their vehicles beside it. Withdrawing their weapons, they walked solemnly to the entrance, and kicked open the door. In a flash, bright beams of searing light cut through the dark and cloudy air within the bar as the rebels opened fire. As terrified bystanders fell to the floor and crawled for whatever cover could be found, the few IME soldiers that had survived the opening volley found their pistols and returned fire. However, having been taken completely by surprise, the IME soldiers were completely unable to mount a defense, and it wasn’t long before only two remained. Of the two, one was soon shot in the shoulder, and dropped his gun as he fell to the floor, while the other willingly tossed away his pistol and surrendered, holding his hands high in the air and flinching as he narrowly dodged a laserbeam. The rebels ceased their fire and made their way towards the survivors, keeping them in their sights as they prepared to interrogate them. The rebels knew that it wouldn’t be long before IME reinforcements arrived on the scene, and so they skipped all pleasantries and went straight to work. In a matter of moments, they had obtained their goal; a location. To be precise, the location of their most hated enemy. __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------