Redshirt?s Creed: Part 3
?Here I am; do do, dododo. Rock you like a hurricane! Yeah yeah!? I shout away, head rocking back and forth, jamming on my sword like I was Jimmy Page gone wild! The rest of the guards look at me curiously. Pfft, they don?t know rock like I do.
Man, guard duty is soooo boring. I was ordered to stand here at this gate with these three other guys and make sure nobody stabs my captain. I sheave my sword after a few irritated glares.
?Obviously you guys have no taste.?
The day went on. The only fun thing we did was shove people that tried to come through. We all enjoyed doing it and it cheered Dural up immensely. We weren?t allowed to shove priests though. This one group came through about five minutes ago and I swear the one in the middle was armed to the teeth. I guess he was off to demonstrate that swords kill people or something.
Ding ding ding ding! The town bells ring. Honestly I had no idea there was town bells. Dural grabs my shoulder,
?Come on brother. An assassin has murdered!?
We all rush to our captain, as we go we meet up with a priest sparring with some guards. A few lunge at him one at a time and he slices them down with swift and rapid movements. Swords don?t kill people, priests with swords kill people!
?Everybody go at him at once!? I shout at the guards.
They don?t even hear me and keep to their pattern; one at a time. He keeps countering them and then cutting them down.
Eventually we slowly begin to outnumber him. Sooner or later he?ll get tired and die, but come on, if two guys jumped him he would be dead by now. He doesn?t even have armour on. Suddenly he springs out of combat and jumps up a wall and onto the roof.
?I saw a guy do that on Youtube,? I say to Dural.
?Come on brother, we must go after him. We cannot let the assassin live!?
I chase after him, ?The priest?s the assassin?! Why would he do that??
The priest jumps and dives over rooftops and through stands. Me and Dural manage to keep up with him after all the other guards fall back. We run out to a corner. Drats, he?s gone? but where? He couldn?t of jumped the wall, it was too high. I loom around. All there is around me is a few people and a bundle of hay on a cart. Seriously, why does this city need so much hay? It?s everywhere I go. Why don?t even take cattle inside the walls. What the hell?s up with that?
Eventually me and Dural give up chase an announce it loudly. As we begin to walk off, another heavily armed priest walks by us praying. He?s covered in a lot of hay. Maybe I should tell him. Then suddenly? he stops praying!!! ?He?s the assassin!? I shout as I pull out my sword.
The priest spins around looking at me and Dural.
?You not going anywhere this??
Crap. He stabbed me.
-Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one-
?Aaaggghhh!? The doctors are sawing off my god damn legs! The pain is excruciating!
?Why oh dear god why are you doing this to me! Haven?t you heard of anesthetics!?
One of the doctors punches me in the face.
-Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one-
I wake up. I?m in some tent. I look down at where me legs should be. The general area hurts so badly but my throats so dry I can?t scream. My bandages wiggle around. I pull them away and see that hundreds of maggots have called my stumps home. I vomit up all over my wounds. My vomit stings the sores even more so!
?Hurrk.?
Everything goes funny and glitchy again and I suddenly wake up in that white room I was in before. I try to get up quickly and bang my head on the glass visor they put over me. I look down at my legs; they?re still there! And I?m naked again. This is becoming a problem I think.
?Get him up Lucy!? the old man shouts at the woman. He seems really angry. The visor retracts back and I sit back up on the table.
?I can?t believe we got the wrong person! After all this time!? he yells.
?Look, we?re close. We saw the assassin, the man we?re looking for! He even interacted wi??
?It doesn?t matter!? the old man cuts her off, ?We have a week to go and so much to be done. This is such a blow back for us.
?Umm, hello. Did I guys get you what you wanted??
The old man looks at me with loathingly. He pulls out his phone. Two big men walk inside and grab me by each arm.
?Hey, can I grab my clothes?? I say as they pull me out the door. ?Ok, I guess not then.?
The two men throw me out the window. I fly naked into a large garbage bin. Ow, I think there?s a broken bottle digging into my back. Looking around me I see a half used pen and a piece of paper. I begin to write:
Dear Mum,
You?ll never guess what happened today?
The End
?Here I am; do do, dododo. Rock you like a hurricane! Yeah yeah!? I shout away, head rocking back and forth, jamming on my sword like I was Jimmy Page gone wild! The rest of the guards look at me curiously. Pfft, they don?t know rock like I do.
Man, guard duty is soooo boring. I was ordered to stand here at this gate with these three other guys and make sure nobody stabs my captain. I sheave my sword after a few irritated glares.
?Obviously you guys have no taste.?
The day went on. The only fun thing we did was shove people that tried to come through. We all enjoyed doing it and it cheered Dural up immensely. We weren?t allowed to shove priests though. This one group came through about five minutes ago and I swear the one in the middle was armed to the teeth. I guess he was off to demonstrate that swords kill people or something.
Ding ding ding ding! The town bells ring. Honestly I had no idea there was town bells. Dural grabs my shoulder,
?Come on brother. An assassin has murdered!?
We all rush to our captain, as we go we meet up with a priest sparring with some guards. A few lunge at him one at a time and he slices them down with swift and rapid movements. Swords don?t kill people, priests with swords kill people!
?Everybody go at him at once!? I shout at the guards.
They don?t even hear me and keep to their pattern; one at a time. He keeps countering them and then cutting them down.
Eventually we slowly begin to outnumber him. Sooner or later he?ll get tired and die, but come on, if two guys jumped him he would be dead by now. He doesn?t even have armour on. Suddenly he springs out of combat and jumps up a wall and onto the roof.
?I saw a guy do that on Youtube,? I say to Dural.
?Come on brother, we must go after him. We cannot let the assassin live!?
I chase after him, ?The priest?s the assassin?! Why would he do that??
The priest jumps and dives over rooftops and through stands. Me and Dural manage to keep up with him after all the other guards fall back. We run out to a corner. Drats, he?s gone? but where? He couldn?t of jumped the wall, it was too high. I loom around. All there is around me is a few people and a bundle of hay on a cart. Seriously, why does this city need so much hay? It?s everywhere I go. Why don?t even take cattle inside the walls. What the hell?s up with that?
Eventually me and Dural give up chase an announce it loudly. As we begin to walk off, another heavily armed priest walks by us praying. He?s covered in a lot of hay. Maybe I should tell him. Then suddenly? he stops praying!!! ?He?s the assassin!? I shout as I pull out my sword.
The priest spins around looking at me and Dural.
?You not going anywhere this??
Crap. He stabbed me.
-Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one-
?Aaaggghhh!? The doctors are sawing off my god damn legs! The pain is excruciating!
?Why oh dear god why are you doing this to me! Haven?t you heard of anesthetics!?
One of the doctors punches me in the face.
-Fast forwarding memory to a more recent one-
I wake up. I?m in some tent. I look down at where me legs should be. The general area hurts so badly but my throats so dry I can?t scream. My bandages wiggle around. I pull them away and see that hundreds of maggots have called my stumps home. I vomit up all over my wounds. My vomit stings the sores even more so!
?Hurrk.?
Everything goes funny and glitchy again and I suddenly wake up in that white room I was in before. I try to get up quickly and bang my head on the glass visor they put over me. I look down at my legs; they?re still there! And I?m naked again. This is becoming a problem I think.
?Get him up Lucy!? the old man shouts at the woman. He seems really angry. The visor retracts back and I sit back up on the table.
?I can?t believe we got the wrong person! After all this time!? he yells.
?Look, we?re close. We saw the assassin, the man we?re looking for! He even interacted wi??
?It doesn?t matter!? the old man cuts her off, ?We have a week to go and so much to be done. This is such a blow back for us.
?Umm, hello. Did I guys get you what you wanted??
The old man looks at me with loathingly. He pulls out his phone. Two big men walk inside and grab me by each arm.
?Hey, can I grab my clothes?? I say as they pull me out the door. ?Ok, I guess not then.?
The two men throw me out the window. I fly naked into a large garbage bin. Ow, I think there?s a broken bottle digging into my back. Looking around me I see a half used pen and a piece of paper. I begin to write:
Dear Mum,
You?ll never guess what happened today?
The End
