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Post by chocobeast on Feb 19, 2012 6:49:58 GMT -5
"Bodie! Wayne! Bruce!!!!" Richard yelled angrily into his radio. "Cover the back! They are regrouping just behind you!"
Richard lived for the adreniline rush of moments like this. He was crouched down low behind an old dead tree, barking orders into his tiny radio to his scattered taskforce, and shooting Ryel like they were rabbits in the bushes. This kind of excitement surrounded him every time he went on a Ryel encampment raid.
Tonight, Richard had planned on a total wipeout of this Ryel camp. These tribal people had been warned and even practically begged to move or annex themselves into one of the nearby townships. The older tribal leader defiantly denied both options for months. So, Richard was called. Richard could clear a Ryel encampment in one night.
"WATCH OUT!" Richard yelled as he shot a young man jumping out of a bush at Wayne. He shot 3 more as he leapt out from behind his dark dead tree. He sprinted for a nearby canvas tent shooting and ducking the whole way. The acrid smell of gunsmoke hid him from sight.
Richard burst into the tent gun first. He leveled it squarely at the first pair of scared eyes staring at him. That's when he noticed that it was a kid. They were all kids. The whole canvas tent was packed full of kids ranging from young looking teenagers to tiny babies. Their ragged faces were frozen in sheer horror. And to make it more ominous, not a single one made a sound, not even the tiniest of babies.
Richard scowled as he lowered his weapon. These children were innocents. They didn't choose to be pawns in the cold war.
"Stay here and you will be safe." He grumbled as he turned back around to head out. "Take one step out, and you die."
Suddenly there was a loud explosion just outside the tent. Richard was blown off of his feet before his mind could even comprehend it. And then after that, he was out cold.
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Post by halliana on Feb 21, 2012 13:55:05 GMT -5
Reese was enraged. He had overheard the chief telling his Giver to ready his men because he believed there was going to be an attack on the tribe. He had tried to convince his Giver to let him fight with, but he wasn't having it.
"I can fight if I want to, lets see them try to stop me." Reese said to himself lunching a rock at a near by tree. He got his bow and pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back and aimed the bow and arrow a tree a yard away. Before he could let go he heard screams coming from the tribe. He ran and hide behind a bush taking in the site before him. He saw his Bearer rush children into a tent near by and telling them to be quiet. He saw his Giver in the distance trying to fight off three people at a time. Reese aimed and shot an intruder that was ganging up on his Giver. Before Reese could get another arrow his Giver was shot and his Bearer was running and crying toward his mate. That's when he saw an intruder aim for his bearer. He didn't think about what he did next he lunched out of the bushes going for the intruder, a hand made knife ready. But before he could land on the guy he was shot in the side the bullet hitting a rib and being stuck there.
Reese was bleeding fast and he put a hand over the wound and crawled into a near by Bush before all he saw was black.
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Post by chocobeast on Feb 24, 2012 1:09:27 GMT -5
Richard opened his eyes into a bright flourescent glare. He blinked with a groan.
"Hey, you are awake." A nurse greeted him softly. He patted the giver softly on the forehead.
Richard nodded but tried to sit up. He failed when a wave of nausea made him fall back down on the bed. He groaned frustrated. "Well at least we got them."
"Not all of them." The nurse announced happily."We were able to save that boy over there."
Richard looked over in the general direction of where the nurse pointed. There, he saw a lifeless lump of white sheets.
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Post by halliana on Feb 28, 2012 18:35:44 GMT -5
Reese just kept seeing it over and over in his mind. The whole day just playing over and over, his rage, his fathers death, what he could have done to save him, it just wouldn't stop.
He didn't want to wake up though, to live with what he could have done, but didn't, and the pain he could feel all over his body, he knew it would hurt worst when he would open his eyes.
A lone tear slipped out the corner of his left eye and down his cheek.
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Post by chocobeast on Mar 1, 2012 3:35:59 GMT -5
Richard frowned when he remembered the tent was full of children. "That boy was the only survivor?"
The nurse quietly shook his head. "No, there were a few kids and a lone adult that was with them. The other kids were sent to an orphange down the way. And the adult is in intensive care with extreme head trauma. He is still touch and go."
Richard didn't smile. Yeah, he liked his job. But he hated the killing really. It always caused him extreme grief and dipression for a few days. At least he could look at the kids and know that the innocents were set free. As a matter of fact...
"Could you wheel over that chair?" He asked suddenly, softly.
The nurse didn't reply just obeyed. He set it up just perfect for Richard to slip out of the bed and into the chair. He had probably done it a billion times before in his nursing career.
Richard slowly rolled out of the hospital bed with the nurses help and flopped down in the stiff hospital wheelchair. He instantly took command of the wheels and rolled with a squeak over to the kid's bedside. Almost silently, he whispered, "Get some rest Kiddo. I know that you have a long road of healing ahead."
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Post by halliana on Mar 1, 2012 18:44:53 GMT -5
Reese could hear a deep soothing voice, stopping the horrible visions that continued to play over and over again. The voive sent a shiver down his spine, but he still didn't wake.
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Post by chocobeast on Mar 2, 2012 5:02:38 GMT -5
Richard then saw the single wet tear run slowly down the teen's chubby cheek. It made him frown even deeper. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt a deep emotional pity for this kid more than any other tribal brat he had rescued from their sad lives.
Iritated about his own weakness, he rolled his aluminum seat back to his own bed and climbed back in without another word. He refused all help from the concerned nurse and even closed his eyes to shut out the world. He climbed back into his stiff hospital bed and silently tried to concentrate on anything but the wounded kid in the other bed.
It must have worked. Somehow he settled into a dreamless sleep. And the only reason why he knew that he had fallen asleep was because he was awakened by a pair of whispered but arguing voices...
"I'm sorry, but the answer is still No." The deeper voice of the two finalized.
"You don't understand. I have nowhere to send him. All of the orphanages on Zerca are either full or they refuse to take in his kind. One even told me to humanely euthanize him for his own good. Please, you must have some room somewhere?" The second begged, truely sincerely begged.
"I already have all my boys doubled up and I am currently beyond my maximum capacity. I really wish I could help you. The only place I know of that has room right now is the boy's camp on Jeskara." The deeper voice informed unemotionally.
"Please, anywhere but there. I've been told that they abuse those poor young boys." He begged harder.
"I'm sorry but that's all I can offer you." The deeper voice announced almost defeated before they both fell eerily silent.
Richard opened his eyes curiously. He looked around expecting to see the pair that had been talking. Instead, he lay there alone. He tilted his head ever so slightly just to catch a glimpse of the sleeping brat in the other bed.
Before he knew what his feet were doing, he was using the kid's own hospital bed to balance himself. How he got there didn't matter. Right now, he was staring down at the bane of his emotions and biting the inside of his cheek. He was in deep thought. Deep considering thought...
This poor kid didn't deserve to be shipped off to Jeskara....
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Post by halliana on Mar 6, 2012 15:08:19 GMT -5
Reese can hear the conversation and emotions over welmed him. He can feel some one close to him and it caused his body to do a slight trimer.
He mumbled in a light whispere, tears passing his closed eye lids. "I don't wanna go to Jeskara."
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Post by chocobeast on Mar 8, 2012 3:59:21 GMT -5
***Sorry, I could have sworn I already posted here***
Richard made up his mind right then and there. He heard the boy cry and had seen the subconcious teardrops. They tugged at his heartstrings.
He quickly and on some amazing adrenaline, ran over to the wheelchair and wheeled it over. Carefully, he scooped up the limp body of the crying boy and set him down on the chair. He was amazed at how light the youngster was.. It was almost like lifting a 5 year old. He then smartly unplugged all of the devices hooked up to the boy. Then, he unhooked all of the wires and tubes and even the catheder.
Once he was sure that the kid was bedfree, he took a couple of homemade blankets off of another kid's bed and wrapped them around him. He was careful to keep the kid's head supported. Once he was sure that the kid was warm and safe, he confidently wheeled him straight for the door.
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