Kroshka Moia, Chapter FourChapter Four
The damned heat of the mid-July sun beat down upon the men, hundreds of pounding boots pressing into the earth. Beneath the steel helmets, sweat fell from flushed faces as the soldiers trudged on behind the Kübelwagen transporting Smoke, with Barth taking the wheel. About ten meters behind hummed the Opel Blitz, hauling rations and weapons. The fields of France seemed never-ending. To the right of the Kompanie marched Martin, who wasted no time yelling at any speaking or a foot being out of step. His throat was beginning to dry; he had been barking orders since they left before sunrise, leaving little to no evidence of a campground even existing in the field. Nonetheless, he continued his tirade. His eyes as daggers, they focused on a particular soldier, whom he specifically had placed on the outside of the middle rank.
"Keep in step, Hexenkopf! Lift your head up, and relax your fists." Martin flashed a smile and turned his head, quickly moving ahead to
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Titleless AC FicThe tired Dai blinked his eyes open and groaned. Malik pushed himself off the counter and looked down at the maps that had engraved themselves into his mind. A hallway here, an exit there there was never something new in these maps, nothing his eyes didn't catch before. He picked up the inkwell and peered inside. Just barely enough for a few words. That fool Altair had to rush in and knock his new one over the other day before he was able to dip a pen in. Idiot.Titleless AC Fic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if on cue, the master assassin jumped in and Malik almost dropped the inkwell. He glared as Altair turned to him, a small smile playing on his face. What could he be so happy about? He thought as he sighed and went back to his work.
"You certainly look better, my friend." Malik had recently recovered from a mild fever in the past few days and Altair was by his bedside the whole time. It annoyed him to be treated like a child, but having Altair there gave him assurance that no harm would come to him.
"Why do you
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I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. See the wall in front of you?"
The butt of his rifle smashed the back of my head so hard I couldn't even cry out as I fell to the cold floor. A faded figure walked over me and bent down. Everything turned black.
"Lynn... That is a ridiculous middle name. Lynn, Lynn... I take it your parents didn't exactly lov
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With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
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Mutti's hands are cold, Ansel. Help me warm them up "
An explosion of shouts erupted from outside, sending torrents of cries that murdered the silence that once ruled before. The young Schütze's eyes snapped open and he sluggishly rolled to his side, finding himself back in the tent. At first, his surroundings were nothing more than splotched colors swaying back and forth. He carefully sat up, a hand hovering an inch over his eyes. The words grew louder; one of the voices sounded familiar. Sitting still, he felt around for anything to help him stand. His fingers brushed against the rough wool of his blanket, the biting cold of the ground, and finally the smooth yet icy texture of his rifle barrel. He shivered at the touch; what he wouldn't give to get his gloves back. Firmly placing the butt of the rifle on the ground, he gave a mighty heave to his feet. His movement was too fast for his body's liking and he stumbled backwards and out of the t
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I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
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Boots hitting the concrete brought the battered girl back to life and gasping for air. She looked no older than about twelve, but that didn't stop her captors from the experiments and torture. Her entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, while day-old burns coiled around her neck and wrists. Her arms were a dark purple and snapped at the elbows; her legs bore a grim resemblance. Rags barely offered warmth from the freezing cell. A map of incisions traveled up and down her torso. She lay, curled up as best she could, staring at the limp, hand-shaped branch peeking from a crack in the stone floor.
She barely had the will to look up as the cell door was unlocked and opened. She remained staring at the pair of boots as they clicked over and stopped inches from her face, but not before mercilessly digging a heel into the branch and flattening it. A knee came into sight, soon followed by a black glove grabbing her chin and gently caressing her bloodied cheek.
AC - Concern "Ibn La'ahad, you insufferable idiot," Malik complained as he cleaned the fresh wound on the assassin's left arm. "How many times do I have to stitch you back together before you learn to avoid the guard-posts south of the bureau? They're always on high alert whenever someone is wearing white. I've noticed scholars don't even walk through that street anymore."AC - Concern3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair chuckled, "I took care of them, didn't I? They're-" his sentence was cut short by Malik's hand slapping him across the left side of his face.
"The guards who will replace them will be even more suspicious of your actions!" Malik's sudden burst of anger caught Altair off-guard. Sure, Malik was an angry man, but he seemed so calm just moments ago.
"Malik, I was just-"
"Think before you raise your blade, Altair
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I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire and come out virtually unscathed, but would then find himself dead when all he heard was nothing. Even my father had his moments when everything turned quiet. I had no idea how I was able to remain so calm; the nightmare still plagued my mind. Those clicking boots, that voice, his damned smile. I looked to my new acquaintance, a single question bounci
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A loud sigh echoed through the room as a pair of dark, brown eyes slowly closed, heavy lids blinding the sight and making the light from the room fade a bit in intensity. The colored glass and the thick stone walls seems that were not enough to keep away the suffocating heat of the summer midday. He could feel the sweat oozing down his face from the top of his head, drops tracing down the outline of his face, brushing on his tanned skin. His hand let down the quill and fingers quickly ran through his wet short and black hair, the back of the palm wiping the sweat away from his forehead as the man inhaled deeply the hot air. The gray walls seemed now white from the light that shone inside, even if the windows would play harmonious hues all over the chamber that once was Al Mualim's bureau. Years passed since the Grand Master of the Assassins died, since the order was left behind in his hands and Altair's, since everything they thought will not be able to accomplish has com