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No one could understand how or why it was happening. Maybe there were three of them? There had to be. No, maybe there were more. Where was it coming from. Who was it. Who were they. The man looked on in fight as his comrades were all slain, one by one. His speech had only swiftened their own deaths, and only prolonged his. He wished he had been killed first, if only to avoid this sight. The girls giggle, the menial laughter, only sent an eerie feeling throughout the air. The smell of blood become thick, while the sound of the voices began to fade, as did the whining of the horses. The valley was soon as silent as it had been before, the blood heavy with each and everyone of the soldiers blood. Swords were strewn everywhere. No one was alive. It had become a graveyard of corpses. The moon covered the men in a soft blanket of silver light.
Three figures stood silently together. The girl, being the shortest, stood in the middle. The taller figure, still hooded, stood on the right, while another figure, slightly shorter than the other male, stood on the right. He wore a crooked grin, the only part of him visible, besides the eyes, glowing gently like the two others beside him. a small, but hyped laugh escaped his mouth while he gripped his sword hard, the blade dripping crimson liquid onto the already soaked grass. The girl took a step forward, looking gently down into the eyes of the one man still alive.
"you are not to tough once your men are dead are you?"she asked in a soft tone, reaching up and touching his face, only to have him twitch and move back in response. Her hand slid form his cheek, leaving a trail of blood behind. He shivered, gazing up at her with defeated black eyes. As gentle as she seemed, sounded, looked, she was unmerciful. Her eyes were stone, and so was her expression. The moon brought out her features, he could see them clearly. She looked up at it once, before closing her eyes and stepping back.
The smiling male took a step forward and lifted him by the neck, his smile growing wider. Her sword, out of nowhere, pierced his stomach. she turned around swiftly, sticking the next through his groin. She burst into a fit of giggles as the soldier called out in pain, screaming out into the still night air, hoping for mercy, praying for freedom. He hadn't needed to wait long.
With one swing of his deskata, the larger male cut his head, clean off of his shoulder, neck and all, sending it across the field with his comrades. The body was dropped before a fountain of blood gushed from his lifeless body. All the while, the sound of laughter filled the night air. Rolling over the plains in the moonlight kissed valley.
 X__M 0 m O · Sat Jun 23, 2007 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |
