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The Burning Dawn, Chapter 2This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by jake | |
| Sunday, 10 August 2008 | |
The room was dark, the wallpaper peeling away, mold eating away at the floors. There were two men in the room, one was lying on the floor, a bruise covering his right cheek. The other man was tall, with sleek black hair, a rough beard, and piercing green eyes, like glowing limes. his left arm was replaced with a robotic interchangable, one of the military's advancements dicovered in 2012. It was composed by a main shaft, with wiring attched to nerve endings, allowing brainwaves to control it. The end of the RI, wich would normaly be a hand, was removable, and several things could be attached to it: a synthetic hand, capable any movement equal and beyond that of a normal human hand, a small cannon, a grapple hook, a steel blade(capable of rotating) and a gun. Currently he was using his hand function, which he was in full control of. "So, are you gonna talk?" "I dont ******* know anything... I didn't see the base, they didn't take me there, they didnt trust me! And they had reason not to!" "You were unable to find anything out about any of them, not the government, not the rebellion... nothing..." "No, the government doesnt trust anyone anyway...," the man said, rubbing at his sore cheek. "Why do you care so much? what side are you on?..." "I care because they both took something from me..." "And now, you know were my refuge is... Im sorry, but i cannot let you walk away... " "I wont tell anyone, i promise you..." "Cant trust a liar..." The man's eyes widened. "Do you happen to be familar with effects of radiation on the organic body? No... You'll learn then..." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lucious took a large puff of his cigar. He shook his shaggy blond head. His army squeeked, and he held tight to the grip bar. The vehicle had no windows, was cramped, and was not smooth, not even in the desert. He bit litely at the end of his cigar, fearing it would fall from his mouth. The other five men in the war vehicle stared at him. "What? Cant have a good cigar before I get my head blown off..." The others laughed, and coughed. "Whynnie babbies!" One of his colleagues with a cros neklace tapped him on the shoulder. "What Mitch?" Lucious said. "Mind if I have a puff?" He handerd Mitch the cigar. Mitch took a long draw off of it. "Anything you want to see before you die, Mitch?" "Yeah, man, there is... I want to see angels..." Copyright 2008 jake |
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