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Sword egion
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VIZ: 148715

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I know how it is. . . . there isn't any changing it. I've been here for centuries. It's a trap. It's a sophisticated machine, I know how it is. So why even try? Heroes don't exist. Only survivors. Instincts of empathy will betray you. Love and preservation are merely toys to be used against us. I know this. I don't want to believe it, but I know it's true.

Looking around the dirt and the dust, I could see the sun's rays penetrating a break in the brown colored cloud. The sunglasses weren't doing much to protect my eyes, but the black scarf around my nose and mouth created a half decent filter. Looking down at my guass rifle, I could see the silver glimmer from holvine scratch marks. The bayonet at the end still had dried scabs covering at least half of it. I didn't have time to put my weapon down or clean it, but I was out of the caves. . . away from the machines, that was the main thing. I was going to get out alive, I wasn't going to die trying. I wasn't going to sacrifice myself for others falling into some other trap. Our captors are more cunning then that, I can't afford to be selfless.

*sigh*

The breath passed through my scarf and faded into the dirty air.

If I stay, it won't be long till I'm burning on the inside. I can only hope that I make it to the other side I reminded myself as I placed the butt of my rifle on the ground and checked the chamber for any obstructions.

Clean. . . nothing's stopping me. . . I remembered as the dust slowly began to clear. A wind picked up and caused the obstruction to spin within the air. I was just waiting. Waiting in a cloud of dust south of the Rocky Mountains. I can only hope they checked out the valley once hell broke loose in the mining corridors. Stealth was more viable than shooting for a planned escape. Nothing will stop me, I quite caring long ago. I reinforced. The humanzees Are coming. . .

I listen intently for any sounds indicating their arrival. Nothing seems to come.

I've waited long enough. I determine. I know what I have to do. I look to the mountainside that's been hiding me for this long along with the dusty storm. Moving slowly, I begin to climb between the slope and a large boulder. My brown leather jacket lacks any protective qualities against steel projectiles, but at least it will keep my arms safe from the rough surface of these rocks should I scrape it against something. My jeans do an equally good job as I finally reach the top of the boulder. . . looking down into the dust I can see nothing. I can only hope a guard doesn't look this way first, because the dust is beginning too clear. They talk about a time when America was free. . . when men used to rule the earth and planned to reach the stars. But such tales were the hopeful memories of older slaves. We're all slaves. And we're all doomed for the grave after the grind.

Just now the dust began to clear, and I could see a neighboring mountain. It was just as bare as the one I was resting at. Looking down upon the ground, I could see several figures begin to shape up. They were clear now. . . and they were walking away. Their tall, eight foot high bodies. Their brown hairy skin, their impudent tails. . . the humanzees. . . they were monsters built to enslave humanity. Our fathers told us that they were made by humans to act as war machines, but they grew to powerful and took over the northern continent during World War IV. Crossbreeds between humans and primates. Even the mountain I had been enslaved in was heavily bombed by nuclear weapons creating the barren wasteland and forcing us all to live deep underground. Now I. . . . I had my foes in gun range, with one of their own stolen gauss rifles. I had broken out of the mines, and was only a few hundred feet of becoming free forever. I could make it to the other humans who had escaped. I could join the rebellion. But I dare not take a shot now and alert them of my presence- even if guass weapons were mostly silent. Patiently, I crouch down, and make my person more difficult to see. Something is not right as all the dust finally blows away, and I hear human voices.

Oh no. . . I think as I look onward. This group of humanzees is not wandering around in the open for no reason. . they have captives. . . Three of them. Humans like me, and doubtlessly part of the same group that made it this far during all the subterranean confusion. I hold my breath as I try to grasp the enemy's plans. There are three humanzees and three humans. One humanzee is carefully holding a gun, nothing extreme is happening yet. The other two monsters are completely unarmed. I begin to question if it's worth trying to free allies.

Just then, the humanzee points his rifle to the back of one of the prisoners.

Damn. . . they think they've got us all. . . execution right here and right now. . . what the heck. . . I ask myself as I think back to my life within the mines. I find myself taking aim at one of the armed, genetically engineered creatures, ready to pull the trigger.

You don't have to blow your cover when they have already given up on finding you and are thinking about slaughtering the others. Just let them die, and make an easier getaway. My logical side encourages myself. You know that there are no heroes who make it out alive. If you can't save yourself, then who are you trying to help?

The humanzees begin speaking to each other in a strange tongue we could never understand.

You can take this shot. But who says you'll all make it to the other side. My brain begins to pick at me. Why should you care about anyone who's dumb enough to get escaped and then get captured only inches from the finish line? You don't owe them anything. You don't know your actions will even bear fruit.

Independence. I valued it. Strength. . . intellect. The things we as creatures need to develop in order to survive. If we rely on each other then we're prone to less effectiveness because you CAN'T rely on other humans. As a slave, I knew this. . . and picking up the slack of a sick worker was always a pain. Even still, a hint of mercy, and the idea of restoring other people to the freedom I might be tasting became appealing.

Down below, the human's faces were dirty, much like mine. They had the same leather uniform crafted for workers, and the they all worked together as brothers.

One of them was a girl. Mating was strictly illegal for slaves, and we were bred like animals as determined by our masters. Now my hormones, and the basest levels of my instincts were driving me to make a decision.

Of course, someone as selfish as yourself would do this ONLY because one of them happens to be a girl among them. Selfish, selfish, selfish. My guilt complex reminded me as the issue of my choice began to change.

Surely everyone is worth it. . . . or worthless. I don't. . . . know! I argued inside my mind. Logic? Self Preservation? Sacrifice? Doomed to fail and all efforts in vain? Bllllaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

*Paaack!*

My finger slipped. I wasn't even aiming right. The tiny bullet was launched from the rifle chamber, and my drowsy body was no longer in control of the situation. Moving infandously, it missed the humanzee and struck the female human.

She fell. My body began to tremble over this mistake.

"EEHHH AH!" The armed humanzee stepped back, shocked over the strange and sudden act of violence.

"EEEHHH AHAHAHAHAH!!" The second humanzee scolded the first one violently. The one with a gun acted as though he did nothing wrong, but the unarmed one walked up to him aggressively. The two of them almost acted as if they were about the square off. . . the third humanzee looked around as though he was slightly confused.

They think he shot her. . . . they. . . they think he shot her. . . I have to make this right! I realized deep inside. I took aim at the second humanzee's head. A pull of the trigger obliterated his brain into a slippery biodegradable lubricate. The armed enemy jumped back and began to go into a panic. These bullets moved so fast, that they were hard to identify the source of. Apparently the sound wasn't giving me away as I had suspected. In fear, the third humanzee began to back off from the first, who was panicking with his rifle.

Who to take out first? I fought hard to retain my structure as my finger came down for a third time, releasing a bullet into the most dangerous threat. *Paaack!* The alien like creature fell onto the ground. As the dust came up and a pool of blood began to soak the dirt around him, the last humanzee looked up and saw where I was shooting form.

"EEE HAAAAAAYEEEE!" He screamed as he lept in a zig zag pattern towards me.

*click click* my finger pressed hard in an effort end this scrimmage. My gun was empty. Idiot! trying to conserve bullets when you should have just for your spare clip! You never intended to shoot that much anyways, so there was no need to save them! The fast running manimal lept onto the mountainside, and landed ten feet away from me. I raised my bayonet and prepared for the collision. The blade wasn't close to his heart at all as his gruesome body came closer and closer. But before it could penetrate his skin the sound of a gunshot flashed across air.

*bask!* It sounded as the beast shrieked backwards from the shock. Wiggling and squirming like a fish out of water, he fell over. Taking a shot from the back, my enemy was mostly subdued. With a pale scream, and out of desperation, I yelled. I began slashing at it in a fit of fear and rage. For some reason my eyes were watering. Because I had shot a woman? Because the stress was just too much? I didn't know why, all I knew is that I was killing it. Killing this. . . thing that brought misery to humanity, and too myself. The wiggling dies down, and I pull my juicy red blade out for the fifteenth time. Looking down, I can see one of the humans is carrying a humanzee's rifle. He had picked it up when I was charged by the remaining one, and had possibly saved me. The woman laid on the ground, but her eyes were still moving left and right quite frantically.

Please. . . no number of kills can make up for the taking of an allied life. I don't want to live with this! Please let her be alright! My mind cried deep inside. Her hands pressed against the ground and her body shook as she tried to get back up. Her hair was very bright and like the color yellow. A man came up to her aid and helped to bring her up. She stood, and a red patch of blood began to show upon her lower body some place below her waist within her thigh.

You can't cry now. You can't regret now. There weren't any more of them. You won, now, see about finishing this little situation you've created you monster! I told myself as I slid on down the mountainside. Some words were exchanged. The people were alright. As we began walking, and looking for a place to hide, the girl's wound miraculously appeared to be less severe. I hadn't hit an artery. . . having no military experience or understanding of the human body, I hadn't caused her to die. I didn't know that these things could hit people and somehow avoid causing death. They were like magic to us. . . and the humanzees thought of them as such. But no. . . our bodies were resilient. We were tougher than we thought. Even as a weaker species, somehow we could survive. That's what I remember most about that day.
I know how it is. . . . there isn't any changing it. I've been here for centuries. It's a trap. It's a sophisticated machine, I know how it is. So why even try? Heroes don't exist. Only survivors. Instincts of empathy will betray you. Love and preservation are merely toys to be used against us. I know this. I don't want to believe it, but I know it's true.

Looking around the dirt and the dust, I could see the sun's rays penetrating a break in the brown colored cloud. The sunglasses weren't doing much to protect my eyes, but the black scarf around my nose and mouth created a half decent filter. Looking down at my guass rifle, I could see the silver glimmer from holvine scratch marks. The bayonet at the end still had dried scabs covering at least half of it. I didn't have time to put my weapon down or clean it, but I was out of the caves. . . away from the machines, that was the main thing. I was going to get out alive, I wasn't going to die trying. I wasn't going to sacrifice myself for others falling into some other trap. Our captors are more cunning then that, I can't afford to be selfless.

*sigh*

The breath passed through my scarf and faded into the dirty air.

If I stay, it won't be long till I'm burning on the inside. I can only hope that I make it to the other side I reminded myself as I placed the butt of my rifle on the ground and checked the chamber for any obstructions.

Clean. . . nothing's stopping me. . . I remembered as the dust slowly began to clear. A wind picked up and caused the obstruction to spin within the air. I was just waiting. Waiting in a cloud of dust south of the Rocky Mountains. I can only hope they checked out the valley once hell broke loose in the mining corridors. Stealth was more viable than shooting for a planned escape. Nothing will stop me, I quite caring long ago. I reinforced. The humanzees Are coming. . .

I listen intently for any sounds indicating their arrival. Nothing seems to come.

I've waited long enough. I determine. I know what I have to do. I look to the mountainside that's been hiding me for this long along with the dusty storm. Moving slowly, I begin to climb between the slope and a large boulder. My brown leather jacket lacks any protective qualities against steel projectiles, but at least it will keep my arms safe from the rough surface of these rocks should I scrape it against something. My jeans do an equally good job as I finally reach the top of the boulder. . . looking down into the dust I can see nothing. I can only hope a guard doesn't look this way first, because the dust is beginning too clear. They talk about a time when America was free. . . when men used to rule the earth and planned to reach the stars. But such tales were the hopeful memories of older slaves. We're all slaves. And we're all doomed for the grave after the grind.

Just now the dust began to clear, and I could see a neighboring mountain. It was just as bare as the one I was resting at. Looking down upon the ground, I could see several figures begin to shape up. They were clear now. . . and they were walking away. Their tall, eight foot high bodies. Their brown hairy skin, their impudent tails. . . the humanzees. . . they were monsters built to enslave humanity. Our fathers told us that they were made by humans to act as war machines, but they grew to powerful and took over the northern continent during World War IV. Crossbreeds between humans and primates. Even the mountain I had been enslaved in was heavily bombed by nuclear weapons creating the barren wasteland and forcing us all to live deep underground. Now I. . . . I had my foes in gun range, with one of their own stolen gauss rifles. I had broken out of the mines, and was only a few hundred feet of becoming free forever. I could make it to the other humans who had escaped. I could join the rebellion. But I dare not take a shot now and alert them of my presence- even if guass weapons were mostly silent. Patiently, I crouch down, and make my person more difficult to see. Something is not right as all the dust finally blows away, and I hear human voices.

Oh no. . . I think as I look onward. This group of humanzees is not wandering around in the open for no reason. . they have captives. . . Three of them. Humans like me, and doubtlessly part of the same group that made it this far during all the subterranean confusion. I hold my breath as I try to grasp the enemy's plans. There are three humanzees and three humans. One humanzee is carefully holding a gun, nothing extreme is happening yet. The other two monsters are completely unarmed. I begin to question if it's worth trying to free allies.

Just then, the humanzee points his rifle to the back of one of the prisoners.

Damn. . . they think they've got us all. . . execution right here and right now. . . what the heck. . . I ask myself as I think back to my life within the mines. I find myself taking aim at one of the armed, genetically engineered creatures, ready to pull the trigger.

You don't have to blow your cover when they have already given up on finding you and are thinking about slaughtering the others. Just let them die, and make an easier getaway. My logical side encourages myself. You know that there are no heroes who make it out alive. If you can't save yourself, then who are you trying to help?

The humanzees begin speaking to each other in a strange tongue we could never understand.

You can take this shot. But who says you'll all make it to the other side. My brain begins to pick at me. Why should you care about anyone who's dumb enough to get escaped and then get captured only inches from the finish line? You don't owe them anything. You don't know your actions will even bear fruit.

Independence. I valued it. Strength. . . intellect. The things we as creatures need to develop in order to survive. If we rely on each other then we're prone to less effectiveness because you CAN'T rely on other humans. As a slave, I knew this. . . and picking up the slack of a sick worker was always a pain. Even still, a hint of mercy, and the idea of restoring other people to the freedom I might be tasting became appealing.

Down below, the human's faces were dirty, much like mine. They had the same leather uniform crafted for workers, and the they all worked together as brothers.

One of them was a girl. Mating was strictly illegal for slaves, and we were bred like animals as determined by our masters. Now my hormones, and the basest levels of my instincts were driving me to make a decision.

Of course, someone as selfish as yourself would do this ONLY because one of them happens to be a girl among them. Selfish, selfish, selfish. My guilt complex reminded me as the issue of my choice began to change.

Surely everyone is worth it. . . . or worthless. I don't. . . . know! I argued inside my mind. Logic? Self Preservation? Sacrifice? Doomed to fail and all efforts in vain? Bllllaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

*Paaack!*

My finger slipped. I wasn't even aiming right. The tiny bullet was launched from the rifle chamber, and my drowsy body was no longer in control of the situation. Moving infandously, it missed the humanzee and struck the female human.

She fell. My body began to tremble over this mistake.

"EEHHH AH!" The armed humanzee stepped back, shocked over the strange and sudden act of violence.

"EEEHHH AHAHAHAHAH!!" The second humanzee scolded the first one violently. The one with a gun acted as though he did nothing wrong, but the unarmed one walked up to him aggressively. The two of them almost acted as if they were about the square off. . . the third humanzee looked around as though he was slightly confused.

They think he shot her. . . . they. . . they think he shot her. . . I have to make this right! I realized deep inside. I took aim at the second humanzee's head. A pull of the trigger obliterated his brain into a slippery biodegradable lubricate. The armed enemy jumped back and began to go into a panic. These bullets moved so fast, that they were hard to identify the source of. Apparently the sound wasn't giving me away as I had suspected. In fear, the third humanzee began to back off from the first, who was panicking with his rifle.

Who to take out first? I fought hard to retain my structure as my finger came down for a third time, releasing a bullet into the most dangerous threat. *Paaack!* The alien like creature fell onto the ground. As the dust came up and a pool of blood began to soak the dirt around him, the last humanzee looked up and saw where I was shooting form.

"EEE HAAAAAAYEEEE!" He screamed as he lept in a zig zag pattern towards me.

*click click* my finger pressed hard in an effort end this scrimmage. My gun was empty. Idiot! trying to conserve bullets when you should have just for your spare clip! You never intended to shoot that much anyways, so there was no need to save them! The fast running manimal lept onto the mountainside, and landed ten feet away from me. I raised my bayonet and prepared for the collision. The blade wasn't close to his heart at all as his gruesome body came closer and closer. But before it could penetrate his skin the sound of a gunshot flashed across air.

*bask!* It sounded as the beast shrieked backwards from the shock. Wiggling and squirming like a fish out of water, he fell over. Taking a shot from the back, my enemy was mostly subdued. With a pale scream, and out of desperation, I yelled. I began slashing at it in a fit of fear and rage. For some reason my eyes were watering. Because I had shot a woman? Because the stress was just too much? I didn't know why, all I knew is that I was killing it. Killing this. . . thing that brought misery to humanity, and too myself. The wiggling dies down, and I pull my juicy red blade out for the fifteenth time. Looking down, I can see one of the humans is carrying a humanzee's rifle. He had picked it up when I was charged by the remaining one, and had possibly saved me. The woman laid on the ground, but her eyes were still moving left and right quite frantically.

Please. . . no number of kills can make up for the taking of an allied life. I don't want to live with this! Please let her be alright! My mind cried deep inside. Her hands pressed against the ground and her body shook as she tried to get back up. Her hair was very bright and like the color yellow. A man came up to her aid and helped to bring her up. She stood, and a red patch of blood began to show upon her lower body some place below her waist within her thigh.

You can't cry now. You can't regret now. There weren't any more of them. You won, now, see about finishing this little situation you've created you monster! I told myself as I slid on down the mountainside. Some words were exchanged. The people were alright. As we began walking, and looking for a place to hide, the girl's wound miraculously appeared to be less severe. I hadn't hit an artery. . . having no military experience or understanding of the human body, I hadn't caused her to die. I didn't know that these things could hit people and somehow avoid causing death. They were like magic to us. . . and the humanzees thought of them as such. But no. . . our bodies were resilient. We were tougher than we thought. Even as a weaker species, somehow we could survive. That's what I remember most about that day.
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(edited by Sword legion on 10-10-16 12:42 AM)     Post Rating: 2   Liked By: Eirinn, Uzar,

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Eirinn
Level: 154


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So I just read this and I'm sitting thinking one thing..

Please let this be a part of an entire series and not a one shot So...is it? Because I need more. Lol
So I just read this and I'm sitting thinking one thing..

Please let this be a part of an entire series and not a one shot So...is it? Because I need more. Lol
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Sword Legion
Sword legion
Sword egion
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POSTS: 2915/3034
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CP: 16237.8
VIZ: 148715

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Eirinn :

Naw, Probably not. I may save the settings for a future project though. This could end up as a side story for another book I've had in my head for a much larger period of time. Unfortunately authors do not have all the time in the world.

I may post a few more of these. Not on this character or guy specifically. Just little stories where I toy with concepts and such. Although I have one idea I've been more interested in than others.

We'll see what comes of it.
Eirinn :

Naw, Probably not. I may save the settings for a future project though. This could end up as a side story for another book I've had in my head for a much larger period of time. Unfortunately authors do not have all the time in the world.

I may post a few more of these. Not on this character or guy specifically. Just little stories where I toy with concepts and such. Although I have one idea I've been more interested in than others.

We'll see what comes of it.
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