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The Outter Enemy - Martyr
~Martyr~
"Is losing one worth gaining another?"
The last sound he heard was a gunshot, it echoed off the walls of the small room he was in, and stung his eardrums. The pain didn't come right away, but, the knowlage that it was there did.
A boy around the age of sixteen wearing a white tank top and jeans pulled his hand up from his stomach to see it covered in blood, and a numbness swept over him. Everything slowed down, he fell slowly, forward, and hit gently. His hand reached out, and grasped at the air in front of him, a hand came to meet his, and gently enclosed around his.
"Sorry Tim, she's mine."
Tim didn't hear it, but felt it. He fell into the backs of his eyelids as the blood gently moved across the floor and sealed them shut.
Another boy, with spiked black hair, a black over coat, and green cargo pants stood infront of Tim, and watched him die. A girl, with short black hair had herself around his left arm, and was happily snuggling agianst him.
"Let's get out of her, Marty, it'll start to smell soon."
Martyr's right hand, gripping the gun, began to shake uncontrolably and tears began to run down his face.
The girl looked up at him, and said: " What's wrong, baby!? are you okay? Did the bullet bounce off and get you too!?"
He shook his head and turned, walking out of the small room.
"Hey, hey, wait up marty! We need to blow up the shed, remember, or somebody might find the body."
Martyr stopped walking, lowered his head and said:" He was my best friend, and his name was Timothy Dendle!"
The girl took a step back, and reached inside her pocket. Her hand moved for a second, and then she walked toward him.
"Baby, let's just blow this place and go back home to have some more fun, okay?" She said this while slowly sliding her hand down his chest.
The area they stood in was a forested mountain top, maybe an old radio station, as there were a radio tower and supplies everywhere, rusted, but still there. The small shack was connected by wires from the tower, and both had explosive devices rigged on them. Rusted and old cars also litered the area, along with some old rail road tracks that led to a small mining cave down the road.
Martyr shoved her off of him, and swung around.
"How can you be so calm about this!? I just killed my best friend! I... I'm horrible! You don't care! Your not worth it! You never were!"
The girl smiled, and then spoke through short sobs.
"How can you be so angry about this, huh!? I'm the one who's hurting over this, not you! You, the person who made me so happy, is yelling at me over nothing! It makes me hurt, Marty, it hurts."
He slouched down again. As he did so, he realised he was still holding the gun. It was a glock nine, police issue. His grandfather had given it to him for his 15 birthday, and ever since, he's trained himself with it.
Blood was splattered against the grip and the barrel. Looking up, he saw her laughing to herself for a split second, and then the sad face again.
"Well, Marty, I'm sorry, but i guess it just won't work out between us then."
Martry jumped to attenchion "Wh-what? Why not!? I'm sorry I yelled, but... no..."
The girl turned and faced the shed. "I guess you just never loved me as much as I did you."
Martyr put his hands to his head and screamed.
"Looks like this is it then, Marty baby. You wanted me, and you had me for a moment, but you didn't treat me well enough, so, here ya go. Spend the rest of your life in prison."
Police cars spun around the corner.
Martyr quickly realised what was going on and dove behind the nearest car, as a wall of bullets hit it.
His mind spun, so much pain. There was nothing but confusion and pain... what would Tim do? "Just trust yourself, and live through it." He'd say.
Something was strange though, those weren't normal guns they were firing,
Martyr noticed, and peeked over the top of the car with just enough time to see they had high grade machine guns, and no police uniforms.
He shrunk back down. They were still pelting the car with bullets, when he heard one say. "Hey, everyone get out of the way, Im throwin'!"
The bullet fire stopped, and a small hand grenade bounced off the wall of the shed, and landed next to him.
He quickly grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder as fast as he could. it exploded in mid-air in between the men and the car Martyr was behind. The car rocked toward him, and a few of the men yelled out in pain.
He knew this was the time to act. He sprinted out from behind the car, and dove at the tower, he knew he had something others didn't, and now was the time to use it. Jumping the 15 foot distance, and landing his feet on the tower, he rebounded off of it, and through the air, sideways. Time slowed down, and he aimed carefully, gently, and easily.
There were three cars, all police cars, and 12 men, four per car. They had brought alot of firepower with them. And they were all wearing bullet proof vests.
The girl was in the backseat of the second car with another man. He looked pleased, and said something to her, as she bent down towards his lap.
The sight of the glock moved into postion, and Martyr fired, seeing the bullet slowly exit the barrel and fly towards it's target, but, just to make sure, he took control of it, and pulled it slowly toward it's destination. With his mind inside the bullet, directing it, it hit the grenade in one of the twelve men's hands, and detonated it. The explosion killed four of them, and then ignited the gas tank of the first car, which in turn ignited the other two. Shrapnel flew in every direction, and Martyr's mind returned to him, still in the air, he spun, to avoid a bumper hitting him, and a piece of a tire snagged him in the chest.
He flew backward from the impact of the burning rubber, and the force of the explosion, through the wall of the shed, and onto his dead friend's body. They rolled together, and broke through the opposite wall of the tin shack, and rolled down the side of the mountain.
Suddenly, in mid-fall, a bright light flashed, soundlessly, and a teenage boy with spikey blue hair popped out of nowhere.
"Hi! uh... you okay?"
The boy put his hand out, and Martyr stopped rolling, Tim's body continued on, however.
The boy looked up at the mountain, seeing it now on fire, and the tower falling, along with the rusted car's tanks also exploding.
"whoa... what the?"
Martyr tried to stand up, but his legs were broken, and this all seemed too unreal. He pulled his glock up and placed it beneath his chin.
"Gah!" The boy dropped form the sky and pulled the gun away from him.
"Okay, I can see that this is all pretty insane, and your pretty messed up, so i'll make it quick."
The boy raised his hand again, and martyr's bodily pain vanished, But much still remained.
"Look, end your life here, or begin a new one with me in a new world. You can make it better. You can still make THIS life better too. but you don't seem to want to. So... it's your choice. By the way, my name's Ash, nice to meetcha."
Ash held out his hand, and Martyr took it, without saying a word.
"So is that a yes?"
"..."
Martyr nodded, and let himself collapse.
Ash looked around, burning forest, dead bodies, and a whole crapton of drama.
"...ohkaay, so when the hell do i find the warriors who are HAPPY? ...jeez"
~End~
Last edited by ChrisBaird : 03-18-2008 at 07:34 PM.
Reason: huge font...how annoying.
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the reader shouldn't need to guess, unless it was wrote that way.
