Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:18:05 GMT -5
The chaos had stopped. Walkers were dead, the bikers either dead or defeated. There was no gunshots, no yelling. People bled, were wounded, but for a moment they were safe. They could catch their breath. Being able to relax was a luxury, one they best not waste. But after all that happened, they could afford to rest a little, even if just for the night.
Arden forced the last of the bikers who surrender to his knees. Fifteen enemies who simply gave up in total. Tobias and him had rounded them up the best they could, getting everyone to help watch them and secure them. with guns trained on them they weren't going anywhere. bound and tied, they were prisoners about to fsce an execution.
Arden stepped up to the first guy. He was a biker, wearing leathers. The man before him muttered something about Knox and then spat at Arden's feet. He was having none of this. With his one hand in his sling, the other gripping a butterfly knife he went forward.
The blade slashed across the man's neck letting him bleed out as he fell, falling to the dirt in a pool of his own blood. He went to the next guy. It was another biker, he pleaded for his life, begged.
Arden just glared. He was having none of this. "You took my home. Ran out my sister you fucker. See your friend, all of them. You're gonna end up just like them. Dead, gone." He stabbed the knife in the man's neck and ripped it out, a spray of blood following. Letting the man drop he kicked him back to let him bleed.
One we by one he went down the line, killing each of the people. He made little work, cutting there neck, kicking them back, letting them bleed out. They wouldn't live, that was guaranteed. He looked at each one, in the eye. He watched their life drain out. It was what he wanted. They had ruined his home. Fuckers deserved worse,mbut he didn't want to scare anyone.
There were four men left when he stopped. He looked at the man before him. Long blonde hair covered his face, scraggly beard, unkept hair. But he saw the eyes, the piercing blue. Even through the hair he knew who it was. Kneeling on the ground, looking down at the dirt.
The man didn't move, didn't budge. He was not pleading or resisting like the others. But Arden knee who it was it was Owen. He stepped forward and grabbed the man's chin. He lifted it up as he looked his friend in the eye. It had been a long time.
With a flick of his knife he brought it to his neck, ready to cut along it.
Arden forced the last of the bikers who surrender to his knees. Fifteen enemies who simply gave up in total. Tobias and him had rounded them up the best they could, getting everyone to help watch them and secure them. with guns trained on them they weren't going anywhere. bound and tied, they were prisoners about to fsce an execution.
Arden stepped up to the first guy. He was a biker, wearing leathers. The man before him muttered something about Knox and then spat at Arden's feet. He was having none of this. With his one hand in his sling, the other gripping a butterfly knife he went forward.
The blade slashed across the man's neck letting him bleed out as he fell, falling to the dirt in a pool of his own blood. He went to the next guy. It was another biker, he pleaded for his life, begged.
Arden just glared. He was having none of this. "You took my home. Ran out my sister you fucker. See your friend, all of them. You're gonna end up just like them. Dead, gone." He stabbed the knife in the man's neck and ripped it out, a spray of blood following. Letting the man drop he kicked him back to let him bleed.
One we by one he went down the line, killing each of the people. He made little work, cutting there neck, kicking them back, letting them bleed out. They wouldn't live, that was guaranteed. He looked at each one, in the eye. He watched their life drain out. It was what he wanted. They had ruined his home. Fuckers deserved worse,mbut he didn't want to scare anyone.
There were four men left when he stopped. He looked at the man before him. Long blonde hair covered his face, scraggly beard, unkept hair. But he saw the eyes, the piercing blue. Even through the hair he knew who it was. Kneeling on the ground, looking down at the dirt.
The man didn't move, didn't budge. He was not pleading or resisting like the others. But Arden knee who it was it was Owen. He stepped forward and grabbed the man's chin. He lifted it up as he looked his friend in the eye. It had been a long time.
With a flick of his knife he brought it to his neck, ready to cut along it.