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  • in reply to: The Stranger in a lost land #5422

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    Chapter 1: The Cheating Merchant

    The story starts in the Great Lands in the thick forest of Greshnir. In the middle of the forest, on a path leading to the nearest village lies a man. He had just woken up, dazed and confused, asking himself ‘Where am I?’, ‘What is this place?’, ‘What is this place?’‘Who am I?’. He jumped around, extremely scared, he had no clue of how he had gotten here. Their was fear in his eyes, but not the fear of unknown force going to attack him, he was large and was very capable of defending himself. This fear was the fear inside, he didn’t know where he was, how he got here, and not even who is. This man knew nothing of himself, he didn’t know his name, nor his date of birth. He began to sweat, constantly looking around him, he then began to shout “Hello? Hello? Anyone there? Please I need help!”.

    At first it was quite, but suddenly he heard a noise and it was coming this way. He knew the noise was coming from the small hill above him, so he charged up the hill to find the origin of the noise. As he got to the top of hill he felt this gust of wind hit his body. But this was no wind, it was me. He looked down and saw me, I was running and was just halted by this man’s shear size. He picked me up from my arm and as I got to my feet, I said to him “Help Me!”

    Suddenly stood in front of us was two Imperial soldiers. They were breathing heavily, as they had been chasing me since the markets. They saw this strange man holding me by the arm, as if he was helping them catch the culprit. “Thank you peasant, now please hand over the merchant.”

    The strange man then spoke “What has he done to you to deserve to be chased?”

    “He sold us both faulty love charms, when we came back to get our gold coins, he simply insulted us and ran off. As it states in the law, insulting a soldier is insulting the Emperor.” They replied.

    “What is his punishment?” Asked the strange man.

    “The penalty is death. Now hand him over.” They replied swiftly and then smiled at me.

    The giant of a man then said “your going to kill a man because he insulted you? I am sorry but I can not allow this to happen.”

    The soldiers were finally sick of the conversation and shouted “How dare you question the laws of Emperor! You to shall also suffer the penalty of death!”

    The large man pulled me behind him, the soldiers drew their swords. The stranger clenched his fist, and suddenly they charged at him. The first soldier swung his sword way up into the air and forced it down, but as it came down it stopped. The behemoth had grabbed his forearm, he pulled the sword out of his hand and threw it into the bushes beside us. He then picked him above his head and threw him into a tree. The second soldier attacked him from behind, he was going to die for sure so I alerted him “Watch out, he’s behind you!”

    The soldier looks behind at me and stares at me and looks back only to see a large fist collide with his face. As if it was slow motion, I watched this soldier fly across from me and saw his nose broken, and some of his teeth missing. The two injured soldiers struggled to get up but as they did, they knew they couldn’t win this fight. The soldier with the broken noise helped his injured comrade and dragged him with him and shouted back at the large man “you haven’t heard the last of us, the Imperial army will come find you, and they will kill you!”

    I stood there bedazzled, I have never seen Imperial soldiers been beaten up as if they just kids. I ran up to the large man and hugged him, I looked up and well he wasn’t very happy. I let go and shouted in laughter “you did it! You did it! Whoa! You picked that soldier up and threw! I mean thank the gods that you have rescued me! I am in your debt, please do not be afraid to ask me anything!”

    He then looked at me and spoke “Where am I?”…

    in reply to: The tale of a seeker #2444

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    I'm sorry for the mistake, I decided to change his name to Blake Horne, it find it sounds better.

    in reply to: Wall of Silence #2443

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    I like it alot, its kept me wanting to know more.

    in reply to: The tale of a seeker #2310

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    Off Topic: Sorry for the wait, I have been very busy

     

    Chapter 1: Red Dragon Part 2

    The Seeker sat down, and put his hands on his knee, just in case of a trap, he would easily be able to grab his gun. Frankie rubbed his forehead, and began to sweat a little, he was afraid. He looked at 56 and asked him “I'm sorry, how rude of me… Would you like something to drink?” Pointing at the bar across the room.

    The seeker looked at him and replied “No Thank you…”

    Frankie nodded his head “Well excuse me, but I would love a drink.” The deserter stood up and walked over to the bar, the seeker watched as Frankie pulled out a bottle of whiskey, 56 then said to him “You know alcohol is illegal in this colony.”

    Frankie turned his head as he poured the alcoholic beverage into a cup, “I'm sorry if I'm not a law abiding citizen, but like everyone in this colony, I like to drink. So may I ask the name of the man who is going to take me away?”

    The government agent replied “I have no name, I am simply called Seeker 56.”

    Frankie turned around and sat back down on his chair and looked straight into the eyes of the seeker and said “You have a name. Is it too hard to ask for your name? As one of my last wishes can I please have your name?”

    Seeker dropped his guard, its against the guidelines, and said to Frankie “I use to be called Blake Horne.”

    Frankie sipped his drink with curiosity and then replied “Horne…Horne… During my military training, I met a man by the name of Luke Horne. Any relation to that man.”

    The seeker hesitated “No.”

    Frankie began to sip his drink even more and then asked the agent “Do you like your job Seeker? I mean what kick do you get out of it?”

    “I like my job, I reinforce the law that is are only hope…” Frankie then cut in and said “hope…? Do you even know the meaning of hope?”

    The seeker replied ” I like to think I do.”

    “I'll tell you the meaning of hope. Their is none. Hope is when you feel that their is a chance that you beat the impossible. Hope is when your at your dying breath and continue to fight on. Hope is when their is chance… Everyday this planet dies even more, our chances of survival are running low. The more chance the more hope, but see we fucked that up, and now we are going to pay for it.”

    “Why such a negative attitude?” The Seeker asked.

    “Why?”

    “Yes.”

    “I'll tell you why. Do you remember the very moment when the war began?”

    “I was a small child, I was playing in the backyard when my parents told me to come inside and watch the president break the news.”

    “Oh how cute… I was eighteen and with my beautiful girlfriend when I heard the news. When the president said that anyone who was over the age of eighteen, passed the physical and mental test, was forced to fight. Were was my input in this? Was I asked to fight? No i wasn't. I had a future with that girl, but all because of that stupid War, I lost everything.”

    “I'm sorry to hear that.”

    “No your not… No your not!” Screamed Frankie.

    “… Beside the point that you lost everything… You still deserted.”

    “Who are you to tell me to call me a deserter. Have you ever witnessed the horrors of war? Have you watched as your best friends die right in front of you? Have you watched a once beautiful city burn to the ground?”

    The seeker said “No.”

    “So don't you dare come into my place of business and insult me!” Shouted Frankie. Fueled with rage, the nightclub owner went for his gun under his desk and pointed it at the seeker. But before Frankie could pull the trigger, the seeker jumped to the floor, pulled out his weapon and shot Frankie under the desk. The bullet shattered inside Frankie's stomach. He dropped to the floor and his gun slipped out of his hands.

    The agent walked around the desk, and grabbed the nightclub owner's gun and threw it away from him. Before Frankie died he whispered “Stop… What you are doing…. Before it…. Takes… Over… you….” Frankie lied their dead as the Seeker stood over him. 56 grabbed his phone out of the pocket and called the headquarters “I have a deceased deserter at the nightclub Red Dragon, by the name of Frankie Da Antoni. Task 89B4M is complete. Clean up squad is required.

    Seeker put his phone back into his pocket, and left the office. Outside the door's stood all the bouncers. They looked at him all guarding the stairs to the lower level. He looked at them, and they all stood to the side, letting him through.

    Task 89B4M was complete…

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    Off topic: Thanks Kaylin88100

     

    Chapter 1: Red Dragon Part 1

    The monsoon had been going on for weeks now. The streets were flooded, and less people were out of their designated homes. The nightclubs and bars for some reason were still open, they would open anytime, just to make an easy credit. The thugs had a name for the peak of the monsoons, they called it “Feeding time”. They called that because its around these times that seekers are out more often, searching for deserters.

    The rain meant less people out on the streets and clubs, this meant it was easier for seekers to go searching. It was a lot easier to catch them, if the streets aren't crowded with people. This certain night was the night Seeker 56 was given a job. His job was to find a certain deserter, he'd been able to hide during the hot days. People were out and about, partying and crowding the streets. This certain deserter was a lot harder to find, he had changed his name several times, and had illegal facial reconstruction done.

    The eyes struggled to find him, but when they did, it was a huge victory in the agency. This deserter has now gone by the name of Frankie Da Antoni, a famous nightclub owner. His most prestigious nightclub is called the Red dragon. Known to have connections with several crime families that reside around the colony, Frankie is deemed untouchable. That's why they gave the job to 56. This certain seeker has been given a reputation, for being the best of the best. He has a record of capturing over 200 deserters. This for him was just another night.

    Across from the Red Dragon, hiding under a umbrella stood Seeker 56. Smoking the very last pinch of tobacco he had in his cigarette. His dark, blunt clothes made it easier for him to camouflage in the forgotten alleyway. He stood there, watching the door to the nightclub. Out the front stood two large men. Both wearing black suits, they stood there guarding the entrance into the dragon. The one on the left, was a lot larger, he had his arms tide around his back. He stood with the presence only a soldier stood with. The scar on his chin, could suggest a military background. 

    The second bouncer, was an African man. Their wasn't a lot of dark skinned people in the colony. The War devastated the African continent to the point that it's descendants were to be a dying species. He stood there also with his arms tide around his back, turning his head, trying to see anything, but the rain was making it difficult. The seeker finished his smoke, and threw it into the gutter, there it would follow onto the recycling center and be disintegrated. The seeker walked across the road which was now a one huge puddle.

    His first step onto the road caught the attention of the bouncers, they were what he was, a seeker. They stood at the door and watched every step he made. 56 also watched them, every step he made, he slowly moved his and into his pocket, if need be he would wipe out his gun and kill them both. He made it to the other side, he dropped his umbrella on to the road and watched as it floated down the street. He walked up to the bouncers and lightly grunted “ahh I have an urgent message for your boss.”

    They both towered over the seeker, but they knew of his combat training, and how big they were, they were no match. The white bouncer put his finger on to his ear, in his ear was a message coming in from Frankie's security. He then pointed up to the security camera that watched over them and grunted “Look at the camera”.

    The seeker stared into the camera with is dark brown eyes and then slowly moved his head back down. The dark skinned bouncer also listened into his speaker located in his ear, he looked at the seeker and said “Right this way.”

    The larger guardian stood at his post while the other one escorted the seeker inside the dragon. Inside the lighting had made the room dark red, along the way the seeker looked as people beside him watched him, all drugged up on X13 or its street name “Red Eye”. The symptoms included, high heart rate, increased sexual desire, hallucinations and most commonly the pupil of the eyeball would go red (The reason behind its name). They finally made it to the dance floor, the club was quite deserted with only a few people dancing to the repetitive beat they call 'music'. 

    The bouncer kept on walking until he made it to the bar, to the right side of the bar was a door guarded by another large man. The bouncer lifted his hand pointing to the direction in which the seeker must take. The seeker walked to the door, this man was a lot larger then the other two at the front. He instead had his hands in front of his body, it was to show off his knuckles. On his knuckles were scars, this meant that he was a former cage fighter, he must of been fighting in the illegal fight clubs that surrounded the colony. The large brute of a man, stood to the side, and opened the door.

    The door opened to what was stairs. The seeker began walking up the stairs and noticed the man close the door behind him. 56 kept on walking up the next level. When he reached the end, it was entrance to a reception. In the reception stood another two men who guarded a large red door. The room was covered in red, the carpet, the walls, the paintings and the couch were all red. The seeker walked up to the bodyguards and simply lifted his head and said “Let me in.”

    The bodyguards opened the large door, which was the entrance to Frankie Da Antoni's office. Inside Frankie was sitting on his chair laughing away to his friends that stood around him. They were all rich thugs that become friends with Frankie. They stood there with the beautiful escorts that Frankie organized, it was his way of saying thanks. Frankie looked straight at the seeker. He also knew who he was. The room became silent, as every stood and stared at 56. After the awkward silence Frankie then spoke “My friends… I think it is best that you all leave now, I have some business to take care of.”

    They all nodded their heads, and knew they had to leave. They all walked past me, and even the escorts gave me a bad look. The bodyguards closed the door, and stood inside the office but Frankie continued “I meant everyone.”

    They acknowledged him and left the room. Unlike the rest of the club which was just filled with red, this office was quite dull. The room's main color was a brown, the carpet, the walls, the furniture, the desk and even the drapes were just brown. Frankie looked at the seeker with utter despair, you could be by the scars around his neck that he had received facial reconstruction. The nightclub owner wore a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, black pants and a brown tie. The reconstruction had his face look more dull and old, his hair was black, he had thick eyebrows that were raised at the tip. His nose small and pig like, and had little facial hair surrounding chin. 

    Frankie took a deep breathe and said “Well…Well…Well…  I kept trying to forget that this day will come. I really did…” But before he could continue, he took another deep breathe and then said “…But before you do what ever you have to do, either take me away or…Kill me. Please allow me to have a conversation with the man who's going to allow me to see my maker.”

    The seeker stood there, and contemplated the offer, he then answered him “Its not protocol… But I will respect your wishes.”

    The nightclub owner smiled and said “Thank you. Now please, please take a seat.” 

    The seeker walked over to the two chairs that sat opposite to Frankie's desk, he undid the button of his coat and sat down on the chair…. 

     

    (To be continued…) 

       

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