It was a jungle out there. Knifes in the dark, stray shots, blood-curdling screams and sights that made you want to poke out your own eyes and those were only your friends; the enemy was much worse. You had to be on your toes all the time or else you bought a farm. It was unclear why would anyone buy a farm from the enemy with all the hard work you had to do around them but it was far better then being killed. Apparently these farms had a lot of buckets that needed to be kicked around.
There was a war going on, there is always a war going on. It is considered by some that the ability to wage war is the first step towards civilisation; ants go to war, monkeys go to war, wolves go to war, humans go to war. War is the ultimate source of propulsion for the advancement of civilisation, during which every aspect of civilisation gets a boost thanks to the individual's will to survive and outlast. It was self-evident, if you desired peace, you prepared for war, and if you desired war then it was your lucky day. There are few rules in war everyone should follow if they wanted to survive and thus win; kill them before they kill you, never pull sentry on an empty stomach, don't ask questions and most importantly never, ever get separated from your mates.
He got separated. The enemy shelled them and in the confusion and panic he went the wrong way. Now it was either go back the way he came only to be creamed or go further into enemy territory and try to do some damage on his own. Charlies were all around him and he was pretty sure that they would find him if he stayed there. He wondered if they would offer him to buy a farm. It didn't really matter, he had no money and he doubted they'd accept bubblegum as a valid form of currency.
Raian wasn't sure how he came to be in this situation. He remembered someone telling him about his people needing him, telling him about glory, pride and honour and how they were morally superior than their enemies and were a force of good. It was a rather nice speech, too bad it lasted only for about forty seconds.
Voices. They were voices, for sure. And sounds of footsteps. Raian hid in the shadow, took a bullet in his hand and prepared for the worst. There wasn't time for flashbacks, and pondering about your life, there wasn't even time to come up with some good famous last words; the enemies were just a couple of meters away. And then there was a scream, a high pitched girlie scream and he heard the enemy run away. Then he saw the shadow, whatever it was it was at least two times the size of Raian and he was pretty convinced that it was the thing that scared the enemy away. He placed his bullet in his sling, swung it and released the sling.
-Ouch! &%$*#@
A large hand came from the dark and grasped him by his collar and lifted him from the ground.
-Emil? Is that you?-
-Now what are you boys up to again? And why are there eggs all over this street? It looks like a very angry chicken coop came this way!- said Emil with a slight hint of anger in his voice and a rather large bump on his forehead.
-We're at war with the kids from the Street of Small Gods. They threw eggs at us.-
-I just saw the Charlie brothers, and they gave me quite a scare and now you give me a black eye and I'm not even in this war of yours! -
-Hehehe, I heard. One of them screams like a little girl.-
-No, that was me.- The anger now completely replaced by embarrassment.
It was hard to be afraid of Emil. He wasn't like other grown ups . He never pulled their ears or spank them, he never made them eat broccoli and he often gave them sweets, but not in the creepy, strange way.
-Do you mind if I ride with you, in case the Charlies come back?- It was the worst attempt at puppy eyes Emil had ever seen and it even disturbed him a bit.
-All right. I was to go to the Parcnoegdip square to investigate some religious disturbance, but I guess I can drop you of at your home. Just don't make that face again, it freaks me out.-
Post je objavljen 21.09.2008. u 22:29 sati.