Chapter 35
Signs of thirty five
Freeman ordered the men to attack the undead. They ran off shouting orders to get into formation. Freeman left the undead to his men. He knew that defeating the undead would mean nothing if this creature was allowed to live.
“I will kill you monster!” He cried.
“You are an insect. I will crush you and then raise you up to be part of my undead army.” the old man replied.
Freeman rushed in slashing and stabbing with his blade. The old man cackled as he parried the attacks. The staff found Freeman side and drove the air out of him. He retreated to catch his breath and look for a weakness in his opponent.
“You will not defeat me, young one, you must know that.” the old man told him. “You have been told who I am or you would not be here. You must know my strength.”
“I know that you created the reavers. I know you created the undead.” Freeman yelled at the man. He took a quick look over to his men. The undead outnumbered them but the men were holding there own by pushing the attack to the undead. Hitting them as they emerged from the barrier.
He could hear the sounds of the battle. He hoped that the men could buy him the time to defeat this one foe.
“I did create the reavers, they were created to fight the humans. The masters of out world, or what you call the corrupted lands, needed a fighting force that they could employ in the seemingly endless war between themselves and you humans.” te old man told him.
Freeman saw it all before him again. Just as he did when he held those strange orbs. Reavers were created to fight the humans, they were constructed to be killing machines and easily replaced. When Freeman had learned the truth he had also learned that the reavers hunted in the human lands taking humans with them back to the corrupted lands not as food, but to make more reavers. All the years that he had fought reavers, killed reavers he was killing the very people he had swoen to protect.
He returned his thought to the present and lunged forward with another attack. He used all his cunning to force the old man on to the defensive. He pressed the attack for several minutes but the old man was spectacular. He managed to land a few glancing blows to the old man but they did little to slow him. Soon enough the staff hit him again forcing him back again to regain his breath. He was happy to see the old man breathing hard and really leaning on the staff. Also a trickle of blood in the old mans hand meant one of his blows had hurt the creature.
“So why did you create the undead?” Freeman asked. “Why would you unleash that menace on the world.”
The old man laughed, “You mean you don't know? Look around you at the tents that fill this place. The undead were created for the humans to use in the same way as the reavers are used. A cheap soldier to fight the wars with the reavers.“ The old man laughed again.
“Why? Why would the humans release such a plague on the land.” Freeman demanded.
“Because they were losing.” The old man told him, “as you are now. And a soldier dies but once, an undead soldier can die everyday if need be. Don't you see? I've simply made you obsolete.”
Freeman launched himself at the old man again. The fury of the old mans words fueled him to battle harder than he thought possible. He struck again and again with his sword only to find the old man found away to block him every time. HE heard the sounds of battle as the undead pushed the men closer and to his conflict with the old man. He felt the staff pierce his side. He heard the old man laugh. Freeman will himself forward and with all his remaining strength he struck at the old man.
The blow struck the staff first. The effect was startling. A brilliant flash erupted as the staff shattered into several pieces. Freeman saw the old mans' eyes. Widen as the staff shattered. The sword continued to descend. It caught the old man just below the ribs. The sword tore through the robe and shirt the old man wore. Blood sprayed out as the old man flew backwards.
A scream ripped from the old man as he fell to the ground. His life blood soaked the ground around him as he struggled for breath.
“You don't understand,” Freeman told him. “I've made you obsolete.”
Freeman turned to battle behind him. The undead had pressed his men all the way from the barrier into the camp. Freeman had hoped that the death of the old man would also destroy the undead, but that didn't seem to be the case. The undead were suffering ill effect from the death however so the destruction of the undead might be a bit easier. The men were starting to push back to the barrier. There was a group of undead that continued to push forward. The men battling that group were falling back, giving up ground to the aggressive attacks of the undead.
Freeman gathered up a few men and went to attack that undead force. When he saw who lead the undead he understood why they were still attacking aggressively.
“Luuk! Your forces are lost. Lay down your arms.” Freeman yelled at his former commander.
Luuk looked at him and with a pained expression and answered back “I have lost everything. You can not take this from me.”
The undead switched and started to move towards Freeman. Freeman and his men retreated and circled to keep the undead form pinning. The undead were numerically stronger than the men but the men were quickly evening the score. Soon Luuk group was the only undead group still moving.
Freeman called once more to his former commander. “It is lost commander. Please do not make this any harder than it has to be.”
Luuk looked at him. The undead around Luuk stopped fighting and were quickly dispatched.
Luuk Stood alone surrounded by Freeman and his men.
Freeman dropped his sword and went and stood next to Luuk. He addressed his men.
“I am very proud to have served with you.” He looked at looked directly at Luuk, “with all of you. You must understand what I am about to tell you. The undead were created to fight the reavers. They were created to use humans as stock to destroy our enemies. They must be hunted down and destroyed every last one.”
He waited until they had agreed to do this, then he told them the truth.
“Commander Luuk is infected he must be destroyed. Anyone he wounds will be come an undead monster. “ He took a deep breath in, “I am also infected. You must kill us both and leave this place in flames.”
The men advanced slowly. He heard Luuk grunt as a spear was shoved into his gut. Then he felt a sharp pain as an arrow appeared in his chest.
The End
Freeman ordered the men to attack the undead. They ran off shouting orders to get into formation. Freeman left the undead to his men. He knew that defeating the undead would mean nothing if this creature was allowed to live.
“I will kill you monster!” He cried.
“You are an insect. I will crush you and then raise you up to be part of my undead army.” the old man replied.
Freeman rushed in slashing and stabbing with his blade. The old man cackled as he parried the attacks. The staff found Freeman side and drove the air out of him. He retreated to catch his breath and look for a weakness in his opponent.
“You will not defeat me, young one, you must know that.” the old man told him. “You have been told who I am or you would not be here. You must know my strength.”
“I know that you created the reavers. I know you created the undead.” Freeman yelled at the man. He took a quick look over to his men. The undead outnumbered them but the men were holding there own by pushing the attack to the undead. Hitting them as they emerged from the barrier.
He could hear the sounds of the battle. He hoped that the men could buy him the time to defeat this one foe.
“I did create the reavers, they were created to fight the humans. The masters of out world, or what you call the corrupted lands, needed a fighting force that they could employ in the seemingly endless war between themselves and you humans.” te old man told him.
Freeman saw it all before him again. Just as he did when he held those strange orbs. Reavers were created to fight the humans, they were constructed to be killing machines and easily replaced. When Freeman had learned the truth he had also learned that the reavers hunted in the human lands taking humans with them back to the corrupted lands not as food, but to make more reavers. All the years that he had fought reavers, killed reavers he was killing the very people he had swoen to protect.
He returned his thought to the present and lunged forward with another attack. He used all his cunning to force the old man on to the defensive. He pressed the attack for several minutes but the old man was spectacular. He managed to land a few glancing blows to the old man but they did little to slow him. Soon enough the staff hit him again forcing him back again to regain his breath. He was happy to see the old man breathing hard and really leaning on the staff. Also a trickle of blood in the old mans hand meant one of his blows had hurt the creature.
“So why did you create the undead?” Freeman asked. “Why would you unleash that menace on the world.”
The old man laughed, “You mean you don't know? Look around you at the tents that fill this place. The undead were created for the humans to use in the same way as the reavers are used. A cheap soldier to fight the wars with the reavers.“ The old man laughed again.
“Why? Why would the humans release such a plague on the land.” Freeman demanded.
“Because they were losing.” The old man told him, “as you are now. And a soldier dies but once, an undead soldier can die everyday if need be. Don't you see? I've simply made you obsolete.”
Freeman launched himself at the old man again. The fury of the old mans words fueled him to battle harder than he thought possible. He struck again and again with his sword only to find the old man found away to block him every time. HE heard the sounds of battle as the undead pushed the men closer and to his conflict with the old man. He felt the staff pierce his side. He heard the old man laugh. Freeman will himself forward and with all his remaining strength he struck at the old man.
The blow struck the staff first. The effect was startling. A brilliant flash erupted as the staff shattered into several pieces. Freeman saw the old mans' eyes. Widen as the staff shattered. The sword continued to descend. It caught the old man just below the ribs. The sword tore through the robe and shirt the old man wore. Blood sprayed out as the old man flew backwards.
A scream ripped from the old man as he fell to the ground. His life blood soaked the ground around him as he struggled for breath.
“You don't understand,” Freeman told him. “I've made you obsolete.”
Freeman turned to battle behind him. The undead had pressed his men all the way from the barrier into the camp. Freeman had hoped that the death of the old man would also destroy the undead, but that didn't seem to be the case. The undead were suffering ill effect from the death however so the destruction of the undead might be a bit easier. The men were starting to push back to the barrier. There was a group of undead that continued to push forward. The men battling that group were falling back, giving up ground to the aggressive attacks of the undead.
Freeman gathered up a few men and went to attack that undead force. When he saw who lead the undead he understood why they were still attacking aggressively.
“Luuk! Your forces are lost. Lay down your arms.” Freeman yelled at his former commander.
Luuk looked at him and with a pained expression and answered back “I have lost everything. You can not take this from me.”
The undead switched and started to move towards Freeman. Freeman and his men retreated and circled to keep the undead form pinning. The undead were numerically stronger than the men but the men were quickly evening the score. Soon Luuk group was the only undead group still moving.
Freeman called once more to his former commander. “It is lost commander. Please do not make this any harder than it has to be.”
Luuk looked at him. The undead around Luuk stopped fighting and were quickly dispatched.
Luuk Stood alone surrounded by Freeman and his men.
Freeman dropped his sword and went and stood next to Luuk. He addressed his men.
“I am very proud to have served with you.” He looked at looked directly at Luuk, “with all of you. You must understand what I am about to tell you. The undead were created to fight the reavers. They were created to use humans as stock to destroy our enemies. They must be hunted down and destroyed every last one.”
He waited until they had agreed to do this, then he told them the truth.
“Commander Luuk is infected he must be destroyed. Anyone he wounds will be come an undead monster. “ He took a deep breath in, “I am also infected. You must kill us both and leave this place in flames.”
The men advanced slowly. He heard Luuk grunt as a spear was shoved into his gut. Then he felt a sharp pain as an arrow appeared in his chest.
The End
posted by shaneknysh at 01:52
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home