Rain - (no better title -_-)
PostPosted:Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:04 am
Rain. It was cold, wet, and coming down in droves. It pelted off my face, and off my shoulders, off every surface around me. “Like the slings and arrows of war,” I mumbled. I spoke only to the night around me.
I opened my eyes to see the darkened treetops, and the midnight sky. The rain clouds had blocked out all the stars. Even both the moons of this planet were unseen. “A beautiful night for killing,” unknowingly escaped my lips.
My arms pulled out the pockets of my black pants, and without the support of my arms, the long black coat rolled back across the weapons at my waist. It rested almost closed around me, protecting my body from the harsh rain. The black clothing I donned was for respect of my kind. Governed only by passion and emotion, we have always been considered evil by the rest of the galaxy. But on this small world, in the dead of night, I was all but invisible to the visor covered eyes of my enemies. My boots left no marks, my clothes left nothing to see, and in my wake, nothing lives.
The forest around me was dense, but not too dense to walk through. The tall trees resembled those of my home, Earth. The same wide leaves, the same brown trunks, the same debris, leaves, sticks, and spent cartridges, on the ground. Even the same air passed through my lungs. Many humans lived here on the planet Ranor 5, and they created nearly no pollution. A beautiful land to be stained by me, only me, and only to spill blood.
Feeling curious, I took a step forward, into a puddle near the short dirt road that was my destination. The water parted to avoid the crushing of my boots, making the puddle larger. “My puddle… and they make my puddle larger.” I mumbled, consciously. The feeling of stretching my power, making it ever larger made me lust for death.
A second step brought me to the tree line. I could see the men at the tall wire gate, with hideous razor wire on the top, guarded from men like me. On the other side of the gate lay nothing, the men at the gate my objective, the very reason I was here. Death. Power.
One was in a grey uniform, arrogantly strolling about, obviously bored out of his wits. His black clad hands held each other behind his back, a short distance from his side arm. Reaching out, I felt his frustration, and surmised this to be a dead end position for him. The other four men stood mindlessly at their posts, one in front of the gate, one right behind the gate. The final two flank the arrogant bastard. The four soldiers wore crisp white armor, with a black underlay that covering their entire bodies, all the way to their white helmets. The white plating showed little of the black, save the neck and major joints. No flesh was exposed to the outside world.
That would change soon. I wanted more, I wanted more power, I needed more power.
Silently I began my slow walk of death, for the officer knew not of what I was capable of.
“Halt!” I continued to walk.
“Who are you?”
I continued to walk.
“St-”
“Silence” I snapped, gaining power.
“You dare to disrespect me! Fire on him, I want his body!” spat the officer, drawing his own weapon.
The soldiers mindlessly raised weapons, and as I saw the motion, I flicked back my coat. With my inexplicable power growing, I shed my self imposed restrictions, readying my power for use.
The first shot was coming soon; I felt it, the trigger finger of a soldier tightening on his trigger, intent on hurting me.
With a force equal to a freight train slamming into my very being, I saw the world slow down, the red bolt of death arcing towards me, ever slowing, a second appearing, a third, more and more. Seeing the wall of gunfire slow to an almost stop, it sped back up. Almost as if on cue, my body reacted similarly, and I was aware of the impossible speed. Flitting down the road, I felt the familiar hilt leave my belt, and pulled by an unseen force. It moved faster than my body to greet my waiting right hand, and ignited. The searing red blade forced it’s was out of the hilt, aching for the job I designed it for. Three feet of glowing red light, solid enough for the killings I lived for.
The officer stood, weapon drawn, trying to aim at me, surprise staining his face, making me desire to force that to be his last expression. My blade screamed silently through the air, and effortlessly passed through the leg of the officer, cauterizing it as it passed through his knee, severing it cleanly. But before the lower leg could touch the ground, I swiftly continued the arc of my blade, and it connected with the smooth black underlay of one of the officer’s flanking guards, connecting the man’s head to his chest. The audible sizzling of decapitating the guard goaded me on, fueling my anger.
One of my feet struck out, fueled by my own blinding power, crushing the breastplate of the officer’s final flanking guard, shards of white flying free into the air, armor and bone.
I jumped sideways, and while waiting for gravity to finally pull me back down to the ground, I took the brief moment to focus and take a breath.
A stray shot grazed my face, brutally tearing at the flesh, breaking my moment of peace. My mind went still, a pause of uncertainty and confusion. Then it was replaced, anger boiled up, the quest for power turning into one of revenge.
Finally landing, I rolled smoothly across the ground, coming to a halt, legs bent, anger staring down the remainder of my enemies. My weapons became visible to the remaining soldiers. One of those men had hurt me, damaged my body. Desire to hurt those men forced its way out of my body, leaving my screaming body in the night as the Force coursed out of my hand, a wave of power. Slowly expanding fields of destruction made dirt go flying, debris get unsettled, uprooted the gate, and threw the guard from outside the gate.
The guard outside the gate gave a satisfying crunch as he landed bodily on the ground a distance away, signaling the death of yet another man, part of the avenging of my face complete. The inside guard was slowly crushed by the gate itself, no screams, no pain for the mindless. I could not see his corpse, but I felt no life from him. My personal revenge satisfied, my attention focused back upon the officer. Screaming and writhing in pain, he clutched the burned stump of his leg.
My coat finally settled around my body, as I became still, battle finished.
I opened my eyes to see the darkened treetops, and the midnight sky. The rain clouds had blocked out all the stars. Even both the moons of this planet were unseen. “A beautiful night for killing,” unknowingly escaped my lips.
My arms pulled out the pockets of my black pants, and without the support of my arms, the long black coat rolled back across the weapons at my waist. It rested almost closed around me, protecting my body from the harsh rain. The black clothing I donned was for respect of my kind. Governed only by passion and emotion, we have always been considered evil by the rest of the galaxy. But on this small world, in the dead of night, I was all but invisible to the visor covered eyes of my enemies. My boots left no marks, my clothes left nothing to see, and in my wake, nothing lives.
The forest around me was dense, but not too dense to walk through. The tall trees resembled those of my home, Earth. The same wide leaves, the same brown trunks, the same debris, leaves, sticks, and spent cartridges, on the ground. Even the same air passed through my lungs. Many humans lived here on the planet Ranor 5, and they created nearly no pollution. A beautiful land to be stained by me, only me, and only to spill blood.
Feeling curious, I took a step forward, into a puddle near the short dirt road that was my destination. The water parted to avoid the crushing of my boots, making the puddle larger. “My puddle… and they make my puddle larger.” I mumbled, consciously. The feeling of stretching my power, making it ever larger made me lust for death.
A second step brought me to the tree line. I could see the men at the tall wire gate, with hideous razor wire on the top, guarded from men like me. On the other side of the gate lay nothing, the men at the gate my objective, the very reason I was here. Death. Power.
One was in a grey uniform, arrogantly strolling about, obviously bored out of his wits. His black clad hands held each other behind his back, a short distance from his side arm. Reaching out, I felt his frustration, and surmised this to be a dead end position for him. The other four men stood mindlessly at their posts, one in front of the gate, one right behind the gate. The final two flank the arrogant bastard. The four soldiers wore crisp white armor, with a black underlay that covering their entire bodies, all the way to their white helmets. The white plating showed little of the black, save the neck and major joints. No flesh was exposed to the outside world.
That would change soon. I wanted more, I wanted more power, I needed more power.
Silently I began my slow walk of death, for the officer knew not of what I was capable of.
“Halt!” I continued to walk.
“Who are you?”
I continued to walk.
“St-”
“Silence” I snapped, gaining power.
“You dare to disrespect me! Fire on him, I want his body!” spat the officer, drawing his own weapon.
The soldiers mindlessly raised weapons, and as I saw the motion, I flicked back my coat. With my inexplicable power growing, I shed my self imposed restrictions, readying my power for use.
The first shot was coming soon; I felt it, the trigger finger of a soldier tightening on his trigger, intent on hurting me.
With a force equal to a freight train slamming into my very being, I saw the world slow down, the red bolt of death arcing towards me, ever slowing, a second appearing, a third, more and more. Seeing the wall of gunfire slow to an almost stop, it sped back up. Almost as if on cue, my body reacted similarly, and I was aware of the impossible speed. Flitting down the road, I felt the familiar hilt leave my belt, and pulled by an unseen force. It moved faster than my body to greet my waiting right hand, and ignited. The searing red blade forced it’s was out of the hilt, aching for the job I designed it for. Three feet of glowing red light, solid enough for the killings I lived for.
The officer stood, weapon drawn, trying to aim at me, surprise staining his face, making me desire to force that to be his last expression. My blade screamed silently through the air, and effortlessly passed through the leg of the officer, cauterizing it as it passed through his knee, severing it cleanly. But before the lower leg could touch the ground, I swiftly continued the arc of my blade, and it connected with the smooth black underlay of one of the officer’s flanking guards, connecting the man’s head to his chest. The audible sizzling of decapitating the guard goaded me on, fueling my anger.
One of my feet struck out, fueled by my own blinding power, crushing the breastplate of the officer’s final flanking guard, shards of white flying free into the air, armor and bone.
I jumped sideways, and while waiting for gravity to finally pull me back down to the ground, I took the brief moment to focus and take a breath.
A stray shot grazed my face, brutally tearing at the flesh, breaking my moment of peace. My mind went still, a pause of uncertainty and confusion. Then it was replaced, anger boiled up, the quest for power turning into one of revenge.
Finally landing, I rolled smoothly across the ground, coming to a halt, legs bent, anger staring down the remainder of my enemies. My weapons became visible to the remaining soldiers. One of those men had hurt me, damaged my body. Desire to hurt those men forced its way out of my body, leaving my screaming body in the night as the Force coursed out of my hand, a wave of power. Slowly expanding fields of destruction made dirt go flying, debris get unsettled, uprooted the gate, and threw the guard from outside the gate.
The guard outside the gate gave a satisfying crunch as he landed bodily on the ground a distance away, signaling the death of yet another man, part of the avenging of my face complete. The inside guard was slowly crushed by the gate itself, no screams, no pain for the mindless. I could not see his corpse, but I felt no life from him. My personal revenge satisfied, my attention focused back upon the officer. Screaming and writhing in pain, he clutched the burned stump of his leg.
My coat finally settled around my body, as I became still, battle finished.
