“I am not yet a prisoner, madam,” I said, struggling to remove myself from the vice of her hands, “take your hands off me.” Shifting, I dropped my shoulder and turned, twisting away, slipping my leg between hers.
I’ve picked up a thing or two on my travels.
The crowd evolved, rapidly mutating, covert agents revealing themselves, revealing the true nature of the threat. Quite the welcoming committee, come out to greet me. Hands reached down for pistols, more as a warning than in promise of actual violence.
And I believe I’ve already mentioned how I respond to warnings.
I fell forward onto her, my knee landing in the small of her back, hard, as she lay on the cool, gold and aquamarine tiling of the aerodrome floor – still in the colours of the old king, the ancien régime of Val Verde, I noted.
I reached down and drew out her machine pistol, mentally counting my assailants, noting where each shot would best be placed. “Welcome to Val Verde,” I muttered, more to myself than to her, although she responded with a grunt. There was little else she could do, what with my weight on her kidneys. A space cleared around us, and I saw the taciturn nod and panicked hands a-flutter in one of the watching men. Their commanding officer, or so he did appear. Small and dark, a peasant now risen up, brusquely, thrust to the top of the chain of command.
Hard eyes, cold with the memories of brutal deaths.
Hard eyes, that told of bitter horrors witnessed, and thoroughly enjoyed.
Of the suspicious click of friendly fire, and the manic grinning silence that rang out afterward, deafening.
He who fights monsters quickly becomes one.
Part Five of The River of Crawling Death, my choose-the-protagonist’s-adventure serial. If you haven’t read part one, click HERE!
In this piece I used the Trifecta Writing Challenge word o’ the week, appear (to have an outward aspect : seem <appears happy enough>) without using the plural or past tense. Aaaand I used three of the BeKindRewrite prompts (in one sentence!) Suspicious click, friendly fire and grinning silence. Seemed to fit in perfectly with the story.
Also, no poll today – it’s hard to think up new ways to word the polls!