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Short Stories Science Fiction A Failed Resistance
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A Failed Resistance |
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| Written by Cody Horonzy | |
| Friday, 25 January 2008 | |
A Failed Resistance
The Resistance against the Bureau, that’s all we are. I really don’t even feel human anymore. I know we haven’t shot innocents like those bastards have done time and time again. But walking around with this gun and these weapons of mass destruction around me. I believe I truly am a demon within. These pieces of machinery give you the power to kill and I learned to love them. How horrible is that loving something that’s used for killing another human being. But I’ve killed so many death soldiers with my weapon that I’ve learned to love it.
I don’t really remember how I got involved in the resistance. That was so many years ago. We are told not to think about the past because the past is gone. We are only supposed to think about the present. Most of the time the present is all that’s in my mind but sometimes a memory of the past will come bleeding through.
What really matters is that our resistance attempt has failed. Our numbers are dwindling and the Bureau is slowly killing us all. They have just too many soldiers and much more high-end equipment. That’s how it always is though. It seems the villain always gets the best and the hero is left with nothing. But we are no heroes. We really haven’t done anything except kill a few hundred-death soldiers and save a couple of innocents. Just yesterday we heard the Bureau slaughtered the family of innocents we saved two hours later.
Honestly I am sick of all the fighting. I’d love to say that we could change the future for the next generations. But the truth is we are just a dying cause. I’d love to smile to the little kids that we see and say it’s going to be alright. By the time you grow up this will all be over. But that’s just a dream. The truth is they have a nightmare ahead of them. The next generation will be just as screwed as we are. The Captain told us today we would be making one last stand against the Bureau. We would be defending a city. I just hope we can kill a lot of death soldiers. But deep down I have a very bad feeling about this.
Six Hours Later
I should have just shot myself when I had the chance. My feeling was right. The battle did not go as planned and the Bureau flanked us and cut off our supplies. Our captain was shot just over an hour ago. There are three of us left. I have one clip left. That’s all. I think we all know we are going to die here. BANG! One of my fellow comrades just shot himself. He fell on the ground with blood just pouring out of his head. I’ve never seen so much blood before. The other comrade just sat down and began to cry. He was completely out of it by this point. He began to blurt out these verses from the bible.
I looked at him in sorrow because I knew citing prayers was useless. God is not on our side. God was never on our side. But I hope in his sake he goes somewhere peaceful after this. He’s endured so much and he deserves to rest in peace. So I shot him in the head. He lay there dead clutching his bible.
I took the bible out from his clutch and burned it. Then I covered him with a blanket. “May you finally rest in peace.” With him gone I sat down and waited for my death. I wanted to sit and think about things for a while. I could hear the looming sound of tanks coming my way. There was no way out from this. They had finally killed us off. I tried. But I finally gave up. I gave up on trying to stop something that was inevitable. I truly wished for peace in the coming future. But I was ready for whatever afterlife I was going to be sent. I am ready to leave this behind. There was never anything good for me here. Now I could see black bodies coming towards me. But I smiled because I knew they were going to send me to where I am finally ready to go. The silencing machine had finally come. I was ready to go to sleep for eternity.
Comments (4) |
 01-26-2008 14:32, In this situation, it makes me feel like the character nearly went insane while waiting. I would find it extremely hard to just wait for death while everything around me was a war. I liked how he was able to stay so calm and excepting, rather than thrashing about. I liked the part where rather using his life with the last shot he chose his fellow comrade. I really liked thinking about the situation. » Reply to this comment...  01-27-2008 09:21, is what i ended up as. soldiers commiting suicide has always confused me. the japanese on iwo did the same thing... why, if intent on war, would a person use his last bullet to eliminate a friendly, when the obvious choice is the enemy? well written, however. i liked it. » Reply to this comment...  01-27-2008 10:09, Being a real hard-ass on the presentation of ideas and themes, I must say that this piece could have used a fair amount of editing and rewording. I know it's a pain, almost an insult, when someone tries to "correct" your work, but a good editor can work with the author to get the same ideas presented in the same manner without the stops and starts. The story was there, but I think it could have been presented smoother. But on the opposite side, I am also a good interpreter, and the ideas and raw emotions presented in the story are beautiful. However, I don't understand why he shot a fellow comrade. I'd assume in war the object is to survive, and fight for your fellow comrades, and not to shoot them dead because they were trying to renew their faith and hope. But anyway, the story was a raw insight (kinda) of a warrior who's cracked. If you'd like me to show you what I'm talking about with the 'stops and starts' and such, e-mail me or something and I'll be glad to help :) 5/5 :) » Reply to this comment...  01-27-2008 16:34, Yes i wrote this a long time ago. And now going back and rereading it i see corrections and wordings that i missed. But yes i tried to display this as a raw piece of like u said someone who has cracked. I appreciate your comments and it really means alot to me for rating it so high. Thank you. » Reply to this comment... |
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