Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 14:58:25 GMT -5
Thunder and lightning had lit up the sky and rain was pouring down nonstop, in the midst of the street in the middle of nowhere stood Samuel. His clothes was soaked through, and now he was facing five bandits alone who sought to take his stuff, yet he didn`t say a Word.
“Give us ya`r stuff or we`ll gut ya.” One of them said, whilst waving a knife in front of his face. When no answer was given the five glanced at each other, wondering what to do.
“Is he deaf? You think he can hear us?” Another asked nervously.
“Nah doubt it, maybe he just doesn`t feel like answering.” A filthy girl in their group replied, looking rather interested at him.
“Huh, well, no matter, we are taking his things.” Their leader answered and moved forward, aiming at Samuel`s head with a gun.
Samuel had only been staring at the ground as he listened to them speak, waiting for the right moment, knowing if he didn`t do anything, they would make the first move. Being robbed on the road was something that happened more and more often, and he was getting sick of it. As the guy came closer with the gun, Samuel went into defense mode and in a quick maneuver; he pushed the gun to the side, breaking the man`s arm as he took the gun from him. He fired one shot at a nearby enemy to the left, hitting him in the knee, causing him to fall. Then he shot another right in the chest, killing him instantly. The gun clicked, the magazine was empty.
When the guy with the knife came running at him, he was still holding a grip of their leader, thus Samuel just had to move to the side, using his hostage to block the path. Instead of killing the supposed target, one of their own killed their leader. The girl screamed in rage seeing it happen, apparently upset that her lover and protector died. In rage she charged Samuel, but failed and got choke slammed to the ground. With her wind knocked out of her lunge, she coughed trying to catch a breather. Meanwhile the one man remaining who had killed his friend and boss decided to flee the scene.
Samuel pulled the knife out of the dead leader, and then threw it at the deserter trying to escape. It hit him hard in the back, and he fell forward, face first. With him dead and gone, only two was left, the cripple and the girl. His attention shifted to the cripple, who slowly tried to drag himself away. “Please, no…don`t kill me.” He pleaded, but all in vain. With the foot on his throat, Samuel ended is miserable life by breaking his neck, only to stamp on his head afterwards.
“You gonna kill me next?” The girl asked now standing, brushing the dust off her clothes.
“I don`t kill girls.” He answered with his back turned at her and began to walk away, heading for the small town visible in the distance.