I had to write a story for my english class, and i already had all these ideas floating around from me and Buck in the RP. Check it out its a pretty intense story. Thanks buck for the inspiration
hope you dont mind lol.
There may be more stories coming from me in the future, i enjoyed writing this....
The Long and Winding Road
Slade was sitting alongside the desert road loading his modified crossbow, one arrow at a time he slid them into the chamber, every click sent a surge of satisfaction through Slade’s mind. It’s a fully automatic revolving chamber crossbow capable of firing off twenty arrows in under thirty seconds. It was Slade’s prized possession, his one handed war axe was a close second, it could sheer through human flesh like it was butter. If needed it could be thrown up to fifty feet and still have significant killing power.
‘’It feels like its been hours’’ said Slade, impatience crept into his mind. He shuffled in place adjusting his position to get more comfortable, his legs kept falling asleep. Slade had been hiding in the bushes next to the road waiting to ambush the next sorry soul that would happen to trot by. The tripwire he had setup was lying on the ground limp but ready for what was to come. Slade heard a faint sound… It sounded like rocks clattering… Slade peeked through the brush surrounding him ‘’a man on a horse’’ muttered Slade under his breath. Adrenaline injected itself into Slade’s bloodstream. Meanwhile, Drake was riding his horse toward Feldunost. He was in a hurry to get there, his uncle Locke had sent him a letter concerning possible job opportunities in the Imperial Guard. Drake was interested, he was in good physical condition and he was pretty decent with a blade as well. He picked up speed and the clattering of steel on cobblestone echoed through the winding desert road.
Drake was flying down the cobblestone road, the clattering of hooves on cobblestone was deafening. Drake could feel the fatigue in his horse building. The gap between Slade and Drake was closing. Slade knew the time has come, ‘’right here right now’’ thought Slade to himself. Drake was within twenty feet of the bushes. Slade took one last peak through the brush, held his crossbow in his right hand and took aim and pulled the tripwire as taught as possible with his left hand, the sound of rope whipping cut through the air. Suddenly, the horse’s front right leg hit the rope full force, the rope snaps, the horse’s front legs cave in, the horse collapses to the ground violently. Meanwhile, Slade pulls the trigger, a trio of arrows instantaneously flies from the modified crossbow barrel. The first arrow nails straight through the top of Drakes left hand and protrudes through his palm, Drake lets out a blood curdling scream. The second of the trio hits him in the sternum puncturing his stomach lining causing internal bleeding. The third arrow imbeds itself in the rear of the horse. Drake was launched from the saddle when the horse collapsed, Drake flew five feet into the air and slammed into the ground with so much force Slade felt the vibration and heard the deafening cracking of bone, Drakes collar bone was shattered beyond repair. Pure panic seized control of Drakes mind, utter confusion enveloped his nervous system, it was practically over for him. Slade looked at the crumpled distorted body that was Drake, he drew his war axe from its holster at his side and began walking toward Drake his long black hair and cloak flapping mysteriously in the wind.
Drake climbed to his feet nearly stumbling over from the intense fatigue. Drake’s vision was going in and out of tunnel vision, his life was all a blur to him, nothing seemed real except the intense pain inside his stomach. Drake drew his short sword with his good hand, his left arm fell limp at his side, the bone no longer connected at his shoulder, his left arm had no function. Slade kept walking toward him, Drake could see the criminal intent in Slade’s eyes. Suddenly, Drake was overcome with fear, the adrenaline levels in his blood skyrocketed. ‘’Its over now Drake!’’ Slade lifted his war axe above his head preparing for a forceful blow, Drake saw his chance he lunged forward pointing his blade straight into Slade’s chest, but his movements were slowed, Slade sidestepped, Drake fell forward, Slade brought his axe down with lightning speed, breaking the sound barrier causing a vicious thunderclap. The axe made impact at Drake’s upper back severing the spinal cord. Drake’s vision faded, he thought of his family, he thought of Locke, he relived his entire life in that instant before the electric impulses in his mind came to a halt, annihilating his illusion of consciousness. Slade felt exhilarated, blood spattered on his face, red solvent of life dripping from his axe forming a small puddle below him. He stood there taking in the reality of what had just occurred.
Slade had made a decent amount of gold selling off everything Drake had had owned. He had earned his night of rest at the nicest inn in Feldunost, had his delicious feast he had desired and even purchased a new nicer cloak. Slade wondered if it was worth it, he took someone’s life for material possessions. An intense feeling of unworthiness tugged at Slade, he had become what he had always hated, a blood hungry savage. At age seventeen Slade’s village was burned to the ground by axe wielding bandits, his whole family killed all his friends rendered lifeless. Slade decided from this day forward he would never destroy another innocent persons livelihood. ‘’I cant justify these actions anymore, I’m only creating more savages’’ Slade thought to himself. Now two years later from that horrible day when his village was wrecked, Slade’s bitterness toward the world was gone, he had gotten his revenge.
