Post by fracturedprince on Jun 24, 2006 21:59:06 GMT 10
Just wanted to know if this could be worth writing out as a real story..
Betrayel has it's cost regradless of what it's for..
Mission:
It was winter in the North Continent and it was well known to the people that the Dark Land were often the coldest, even in the summer triad.
His hands shock, as they were effected by the cold. It was so cold, that he could even see the condensation on his rifle. But that and the cold would not have been enough for him to stop what he was doing.
He must succeed, without failure. For himself and others. Well, that was what he told himself.
Waite moved into location and made the final preparations. He needed a clear and precise shoot as this would be his only opportunity. It was then that he heard a noise and turned his head. It was human, but could not distinguish the identity from plain sight. But, it was his target, he had only needed to look and he knew.
Waite moved his hand to the trigger and aimed the barrel, then squeezed the trigger as hard as he could. Closing his eyes at the last minute he knew that he might’ve missed and squeezed the trigger again. When it was confirmed kill he let out a cry at what had done. He never knew that he was capable of such a thing. To kill is to murder, and to murder a fellow patriarch is a crime greater then any other. Betrayal, even for the greater good does have its costs.
Betrayel has it's cost regradless of what it's for..
Mission:
It was winter in the North Continent and it was well known to the people that the Dark Land were often the coldest, even in the summer triad.
His hands shock, as they were effected by the cold. It was so cold, that he could even see the condensation on his rifle. But that and the cold would not have been enough for him to stop what he was doing.
He must succeed, without failure. For himself and others. Well, that was what he told himself.
Waite moved into location and made the final preparations. He needed a clear and precise shoot as this would be his only opportunity. It was then that he heard a noise and turned his head. It was human, but could not distinguish the identity from plain sight. But, it was his target, he had only needed to look and he knew.
Waite moved his hand to the trigger and aimed the barrel, then squeezed the trigger as hard as he could. Closing his eyes at the last minute he knew that he might’ve missed and squeezed the trigger again. When it was confirmed kill he let out a cry at what had done. He never knew that he was capable of such a thing. To kill is to murder, and to murder a fellow patriarch is a crime greater then any other. Betrayal, even for the greater good does have its costs.
