Post by sweetooth on Oct 29, 2007 16:20:11 GMT -5
~~I was bored during English and wrote this, you don't have to read it and it might be a bit long so don't worry. Just wanted to put it somewhere ^.^~~
Burning. The city was on fire, how did it come to this? How was he able to set this city on fire, while everyone else raped and pillaged? Best not to think about it he thought to himself. "I am what I am" he said quietly. That's right, keep telling yourself that, this will soon pass.
For a few moments more, he stood there. It would of been a full moon tonight if it hadn't been for the smoke. He heard a scream from a little ways behind him. He turned around to see a man, about thirty meters away, running at him. His soot covered face distorted in a range of emotions, most obvious was anger, with his jaw clenched and eyes looking wild and possibly frantic. Next was grief, or sorrow, as there were streaks of wet soot coming down from his eyes. A quick glance behind the man showed what must of been the reason. A soot darkened body of a child. Must be his he thought to himself.
The man kept running, about ten meters away he quickly dashes into one of the buildings, then nothing. The house is on fire, is he daft? he thought to himself, looking dumbfounded at where the man was. Still standing there, looking at how the fire made the smoke in the sky look red. He shifted his gaze down to his left hand. A torch. The very torch that had put the building the man ran into into the raging inferno that helped fuel the rest of the city. His gaze then shifted to his right hand. The gladius he wielded was splattered in blood to match his armour. A closer inspection revealed some hair stuck in the handle.
All of a sudden there was the sound of glass breaking. He looked up to see the man jump out the the window on the second floor. Shards of glass stabbing into him, mostly on his chest. He landed only a couple meters from him, a rough guess would be four. At this distance he could see the man's arms and shoulders, they were massive, the guy looked capable of lifting a horse. Then he took notice of what the man went to get. The biggest hammer he had ever seen, and with those shoulders it was clear who had the advantage. A giant of a man. Too bad your not on my side. He thought to himself. The man's face distorted even more with rage as he saw his target. He gave a ferocious roar, gave his hammer a little test swing, let's just say it was good, and started to charge. The head of the hammer reached out about five feet from the giants chest with his arm fully extended.
Not knowing what to do, he waited until the giant was close enough to attack, taking on a soldier's stance that he had learned long ago. Waiting, watching his every move. side step and jab, neck or crotch. That gets everyone he thought to himself, waiting for the right moment. When the giant was about ten feet away from him, he jumped unto the air, spinning while extending his arms. Never having this happen before, he wasn't sure what to do. The hammer come at with with it's full weight. He tried to block but the hammer just crashed into his right arm. He could hear and feel what he thought to be every bone in his arm shatter. His gladius fell to the ground with a loud clang as he was thrown about ten feet to the left, sliding along the ground for a good three feet after he landed. Knowing that unless he got up, death would ensue, he gets up in time to see the man running at him again. A few more moments and it would be over. About six feet away, the giant was attacked by a much smaller man. He was wielding a knife and jumped him from the left. He sank his dagger into the giant's neck. The giant roared with fury. With the smaller man still clinging onto him, the giant let one hand go from the hammer, used that giant mitt to pick up the man by his face, which his hand engulfed. He lifted him into the air with ease, shook him around until there was a loud crack and the body went limp, then threw him up against a wall. Blood was gushing out of the giant's neck with the knife still there. He put both hands back on the hammer and returned his focus back on his earlier target.
Still unsure on what to do, he threw the torch that he somehow managed to keep a hold of. It flew fast and true as it hit the giant in the chest. The old linen vest he had on burst into flames, then the torch fell to the ground, with the giant still running.
He knew it was over, he couldn't run and and the pain in his arm was unbearable. Just standing there, he watch as his death approached, a farmer with a hammer fueled by a dead child. Blood was still gushing out of his neck and the fire burned bright, making the glass shards in him shine red. Closer and closer the giant came, he closed his eyes, listening, behind the laboured breathing and heavy footsteps of his grim reaper. Behind the screams of the women as they watched as there husbands were been killed, there kids taking away, then finally raped. Past all that was the crackling fire, builder and destroyer of homes. Even at times like this it was a peaceful and comforting sound.
That's why I did it He thought to himself, with a grin coming across his face. He opened his eyes to see the giant getting ready to swing. The hammer hit him on the side of his head, knocking off his helmet and making him spew blood and teeth from his mouth. Falling limp to the ground, blood coming out of his ears. He laughed. Closing his eyes to the world one last time as he saw the hammer coming towards him like a golf club.
I am what I am.
Burning. The city was on fire, how did it come to this? How was he able to set this city on fire, while everyone else raped and pillaged? Best not to think about it he thought to himself. "I am what I am" he said quietly. That's right, keep telling yourself that, this will soon pass.
For a few moments more, he stood there. It would of been a full moon tonight if it hadn't been for the smoke. He heard a scream from a little ways behind him. He turned around to see a man, about thirty meters away, running at him. His soot covered face distorted in a range of emotions, most obvious was anger, with his jaw clenched and eyes looking wild and possibly frantic. Next was grief, or sorrow, as there were streaks of wet soot coming down from his eyes. A quick glance behind the man showed what must of been the reason. A soot darkened body of a child. Must be his he thought to himself.
The man kept running, about ten meters away he quickly dashes into one of the buildings, then nothing. The house is on fire, is he daft? he thought to himself, looking dumbfounded at where the man was. Still standing there, looking at how the fire made the smoke in the sky look red. He shifted his gaze down to his left hand. A torch. The very torch that had put the building the man ran into into the raging inferno that helped fuel the rest of the city. His gaze then shifted to his right hand. The gladius he wielded was splattered in blood to match his armour. A closer inspection revealed some hair stuck in the handle.
All of a sudden there was the sound of glass breaking. He looked up to see the man jump out the the window on the second floor. Shards of glass stabbing into him, mostly on his chest. He landed only a couple meters from him, a rough guess would be four. At this distance he could see the man's arms and shoulders, they were massive, the guy looked capable of lifting a horse. Then he took notice of what the man went to get. The biggest hammer he had ever seen, and with those shoulders it was clear who had the advantage. A giant of a man. Too bad your not on my side. He thought to himself. The man's face distorted even more with rage as he saw his target. He gave a ferocious roar, gave his hammer a little test swing, let's just say it was good, and started to charge. The head of the hammer reached out about five feet from the giants chest with his arm fully extended.
Not knowing what to do, he waited until the giant was close enough to attack, taking on a soldier's stance that he had learned long ago. Waiting, watching his every move. side step and jab, neck or crotch. That gets everyone he thought to himself, waiting for the right moment. When the giant was about ten feet away from him, he jumped unto the air, spinning while extending his arms. Never having this happen before, he wasn't sure what to do. The hammer come at with with it's full weight. He tried to block but the hammer just crashed into his right arm. He could hear and feel what he thought to be every bone in his arm shatter. His gladius fell to the ground with a loud clang as he was thrown about ten feet to the left, sliding along the ground for a good three feet after he landed. Knowing that unless he got up, death would ensue, he gets up in time to see the man running at him again. A few more moments and it would be over. About six feet away, the giant was attacked by a much smaller man. He was wielding a knife and jumped him from the left. He sank his dagger into the giant's neck. The giant roared with fury. With the smaller man still clinging onto him, the giant let one hand go from the hammer, used that giant mitt to pick up the man by his face, which his hand engulfed. He lifted him into the air with ease, shook him around until there was a loud crack and the body went limp, then threw him up against a wall. Blood was gushing out of the giant's neck with the knife still there. He put both hands back on the hammer and returned his focus back on his earlier target.
Still unsure on what to do, he threw the torch that he somehow managed to keep a hold of. It flew fast and true as it hit the giant in the chest. The old linen vest he had on burst into flames, then the torch fell to the ground, with the giant still running.
He knew it was over, he couldn't run and and the pain in his arm was unbearable. Just standing there, he watch as his death approached, a farmer with a hammer fueled by a dead child. Blood was still gushing out of his neck and the fire burned bright, making the glass shards in him shine red. Closer and closer the giant came, he closed his eyes, listening, behind the laboured breathing and heavy footsteps of his grim reaper. Behind the screams of the women as they watched as there husbands were been killed, there kids taking away, then finally raped. Past all that was the crackling fire, builder and destroyer of homes. Even at times like this it was a peaceful and comforting sound.
That's why I did it He thought to himself, with a grin coming across his face. He opened his eyes to see the giant getting ready to swing. The hammer hit him on the side of his head, knocking off his helmet and making him spew blood and teeth from his mouth. Falling limp to the ground, blood coming out of his ears. He laughed. Closing his eyes to the world one last time as he saw the hammer coming towards him like a golf club.
I am what I am.
