Talow stood Membaca the task he had been given. It had come from the general of the battalions and recruiting so he couldn't object. He read the scrawled out message again:
Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains
anda are to lapor to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one hari after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death
Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The meja was occupied sejak a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in soalan watched silently. “Do anda remember what it was anda did?” The man sat forward, a wicked grin on his face. The boy was sweating but made no alih to wipe his brow. “Speak!” He jolted and like a machine began to talk.
“I refused to follow my battalion into battle, leaving my brothers to the mercy of the Bellators.” His mouth clamped shut when he was done.
“Exactly.” The man at the meja had a look in his eye like a savage beast with its prey pinned under it. “And anda know why I have to punish anda for this. If everyone started abandoning mission we would have Lost years ago. Is that what anda want! To be ruled sejak self-loving Bellators! Well do you?” The man's face had turned red with rage as he leaned across the meja to shout in the traitor's face.
“No...I...um..” He was silenced sejak the man as he stood and gripped him sejak the throat.
“I new anda were a tikus the hari anda were recruited.” He dropped him to the ground. “Take him away, I'll deal with him later.” Two of the soldiers who had been standing behind the boy now came ke hadapan and grabbed him sejak the arms. His shouts and pleading could be heard as he was dragged down the hall. Talow watched them leave and was having saat thoughts about this when the man noticed him.
“Quit cowering and get over here before I do the same to you.” Talow obeyed and stood before the man, handing his paper over. The man read it and sank back into his chair.
“So, anda got the guts to do this atau are anda going to chicken out like most of them?” Talow didn't say a word as the man walked around the meja and lead him down the same hall the soldiers had vanished down. Talow could see people locked behind bars, dirty and sad-looking as he passed keeping close to the officer. When they reach cell 23 Talow could see the villagers from Dains watching him as the door was unlocked. They backed into the corner as the officer entered the cell and grabbed a thin man with bloody nails and a bruise on his cheek. He dropped him in-front of Talow.
“Your choice. We can do this the quick way atau we can drag it out.” He pulled from his tali pinggang a small gun and a club with nails poking out of it. Talow looked from the weapons to the man who was watching the floor, not meeting his eyes. Talow picked the gun, checking how many rounds it had left. One. Just enough to finish the job. He saw the officer watching him, waiting for him to pull the trigger and end this mans life in full view of the others. Talow knew this man which made all so much harder. As he aimed the gun and steadied his shaking finger on the trigger Talow was about to bury the bullet in the man's head when a shout from down the hall forced him to jerk his hand and shoot the floor seterusnya to the man. The officer spun on his heel and stormed down the small ahllway, stopping at a cell containing one person. The boy who had attacked Talow in the clearing. The man berkata something to him before he started walking back to his meja to fins another bullet.
Talow took this opportunity to run down the hall and stop at the cell.
“Why did anda do that?” He asked the boy behind the bars. The boy leaned casually against the wall, examining his nails.
“Do what?”
“Stop me from shooting that villager.” Talow was growing impatient knowing that his time was running out.
“I know anda don't like killing, it's written all over your face.” The boy came closer. “You want to get out of here?” Talow nodded eagerly. “Next chance anda get out of this place find the main road until anda reach a place with two alley ways. Take the second, it'll lead anda the jungle.” Talow made a mental note of what he was told.
“Why are anda helping me?”
“Think of it as a favour.” Talow took a step back from him and started to turn away.
“Thank you...um..” He didn't even know his name to thank him properly.
“Name's Raza, now get out of here.” Raza shooed him away as the officer started coming back down the hall.
Talow found the entrance to HQ easy enough, it was getting out that would cause some problems. He waited around until he saw someone he knew.
“Nico, Cyle!”
“Hey Talow, what's up?” They stopped to talk to him, moving to a dinding where they wouldn't be in the way.
“I was wondering if anda guys could get the guards to open the doors since you've both got lebih seniority then me. I think I dropped something outside when we were coming back.” Cyle and Nico exchanged looks, not quite believing his story but they helped him anyway. When Talow was far enough away, he started to follow the directions Raza had telah diberi him, sure enough he found himself at the edge of the jungle. All he had to do was dive in there and he'd be utama free, but should he? Talow looked back at the city noticing the line of men coming down the main road. He still held the plans under his jaket and he knew they were looking for him. Were they after the plans? Did they know he had escaped? All thinking came to late as UFS soldiers found him. Maybe if he talked to them they would see it from his point of view. He had the plans, all he had to do was tunjuk them.
Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains
anda are to lapor to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one hari after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death
Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The meja was occupied sejak a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in soalan watched silently. “Do anda remember what it was anda did?” The man sat forward, a wicked grin on his face. The boy was sweating but made no alih to wipe his brow. “Speak!” He jolted and like a machine began to talk.
“I refused to follow my battalion into battle, leaving my brothers to the mercy of the Bellators.” His mouth clamped shut when he was done.
“Exactly.” The man at the meja had a look in his eye like a savage beast with its prey pinned under it. “And anda know why I have to punish anda for this. If everyone started abandoning mission we would have Lost years ago. Is that what anda want! To be ruled sejak self-loving Bellators! Well do you?” The man's face had turned red with rage as he leaned across the meja to shout in the traitor's face.
“No...I...um..” He was silenced sejak the man as he stood and gripped him sejak the throat.
“I new anda were a tikus the hari anda were recruited.” He dropped him to the ground. “Take him away, I'll deal with him later.” Two of the soldiers who had been standing behind the boy now came ke hadapan and grabbed him sejak the arms. His shouts and pleading could be heard as he was dragged down the hall. Talow watched them leave and was having saat thoughts about this when the man noticed him.
“Quit cowering and get over here before I do the same to you.” Talow obeyed and stood before the man, handing his paper over. The man read it and sank back into his chair.
“So, anda got the guts to do this atau are anda going to chicken out like most of them?” Talow didn't say a word as the man walked around the meja and lead him down the same hall the soldiers had vanished down. Talow could see people locked behind bars, dirty and sad-looking as he passed keeping close to the officer. When they reach cell 23 Talow could see the villagers from Dains watching him as the door was unlocked. They backed into the corner as the officer entered the cell and grabbed a thin man with bloody nails and a bruise on his cheek. He dropped him in-front of Talow.
“Your choice. We can do this the quick way atau we can drag it out.” He pulled from his tali pinggang a small gun and a club with nails poking out of it. Talow looked from the weapons to the man who was watching the floor, not meeting his eyes. Talow picked the gun, checking how many rounds it had left. One. Just enough to finish the job. He saw the officer watching him, waiting for him to pull the trigger and end this mans life in full view of the others. Talow knew this man which made all so much harder. As he aimed the gun and steadied his shaking finger on the trigger Talow was about to bury the bullet in the man's head when a shout from down the hall forced him to jerk his hand and shoot the floor seterusnya to the man. The officer spun on his heel and stormed down the small ahllway, stopping at a cell containing one person. The boy who had attacked Talow in the clearing. The man berkata something to him before he started walking back to his meja to fins another bullet.
Talow took this opportunity to run down the hall and stop at the cell.
“Why did anda do that?” He asked the boy behind the bars. The boy leaned casually against the wall, examining his nails.
“Do what?”
“Stop me from shooting that villager.” Talow was growing impatient knowing that his time was running out.
“I know anda don't like killing, it's written all over your face.” The boy came closer. “You want to get out of here?” Talow nodded eagerly. “Next chance anda get out of this place find the main road until anda reach a place with two alley ways. Take the second, it'll lead anda the jungle.” Talow made a mental note of what he was told.
“Why are anda helping me?”
“Think of it as a favour.” Talow took a step back from him and started to turn away.
“Thank you...um..” He didn't even know his name to thank him properly.
“Name's Raza, now get out of here.” Raza shooed him away as the officer started coming back down the hall.
Talow found the entrance to HQ easy enough, it was getting out that would cause some problems. He waited around until he saw someone he knew.
“Nico, Cyle!”
“Hey Talow, what's up?” They stopped to talk to him, moving to a dinding where they wouldn't be in the way.
“I was wondering if anda guys could get the guards to open the doors since you've both got lebih seniority then me. I think I dropped something outside when we were coming back.” Cyle and Nico exchanged looks, not quite believing his story but they helped him anyway. When Talow was far enough away, he started to follow the directions Raza had telah diberi him, sure enough he found himself at the edge of the jungle. All he had to do was dive in there and he'd be utama free, but should he? Talow looked back at the city noticing the line of men coming down the main road. He still held the plans under his jaket and he knew they were looking for him. Were they after the plans? Did they know he had escaped? All thinking came to late as UFS soldiers found him. Maybe if he talked to them they would see it from his point of view. He had the plans, all he had to do was tunjuk them.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't hayun, swing me sejak my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't hayun, swing me sejak my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
No matter how much anda wish for lebih it happens like the jam glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test sejak our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test sejak our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in Cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in Cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to menelan me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that anda will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. seterusnya time, I invite anda to sertai with us on our battle. And it will be even lebih life-consuming, if anda know what that means.