Post by Archer on Feb 12, 2017 21:56:06 GMT
I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, the scent that fills my nostrils all too familiar to me.
The stench of warm blood surrounds me. It stains the grass, splatters the trees, paints the stones.
There is a light drizzle of rain falling from the eggplant colored sky.
The only source of light is from the full moon above, the tree branches causing the moonlight to appear as lace on the ground.
The people of the Ark, probably Guards, litter the ground; their corpses staring with the stars reflecting within their empty gazes.
I had been minding my own business when the Guards ambushed me. There were only a few, but enough of them to cause a struggle. They probably saw me as a threat, being a Grounder and all, but I do not attack unless provoked.
Was I on their land? Yes. But do I recognize the land they have overrun as theirs? Not at all. Before they came, this was my home.
Searching the bodies for anything worth taking, I notice something moving in the brush. I pause, waiting. Maybe one survived?
I wait, but nothing.
Must have been a rabbit.
I go back to picking up their weapons, stripping them of anything I can sell or give to the poor.
That's when I hear it.
The cry of a man in pain.
I start toward the sound only to find a wounded Guard who attempted to escape.
The Guard recognizes me and the pleas catch in his throat. He closes his eyes and waits; waits for me to give the final blow.
His face is a mask of anguish, and mine mirrors it.
Being a bounty hunter, I kill for a reward. Even then, I only hunt down those who deserve to be killed. There is no reward with the death of these poor men.
I step toward the wounded man, kneeling down beside him.
For a moment, I ponder taking my knife and slitting his throat.
Staring at his ashen face, I attempt to conjure the fury necessary to do so, but it doesn't come.
The enemy's eyes flutter open and meet mine.
I cannot look in the eyes of a young man terrified of death and feel hate.
"Please. End it." The man chokes out.
I nod and grab for my blade.
Adelaide Morgan