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Driving up to a stop near several other MDOC (Mississippi Dept. of Corrections) trucks, Richard hopped out of the truck, saying to Aspen, "Looks like we're late to the party," rolling down the driver's side window and whistling several times to Morse, who sprinted over to their location. "Okay, what's the dope on the armory there?" he asked...listening to Morse's explanation of the situation, Richard nodded and said to him, "Okay, go ahead and bring the vehicles around to the back gate. I want you and a couple others to pop the garage roll-ups' and enter that way."
"And where will you be, hoss?" Morse asked; without missing a beat, Richard replied, Oh, Aspen and I and a couple others will go right on in through the front door..."
Traveling on foot, she cut her way through into Mississippi. Checking her bag, she saw that she was nearly out of food and was completely out of water. Sighing, she was thirsty and the heat was causing her to sweat. Pushing on, she kept walking. With her walking staff in hand and using it to bare some of her weight on it, her old injuries that were treated was starting to hurt again. Groaning as she didn't want to feel it. She came across what looked to be a small town or at least a place that had a few buildings. Stumbling slightly as she made her way through it, but voices were heard and there was also a high whistling. Looking around, she was scared. Her eyes fell on the building in question. Running now, she was heading for a smaller building. Going to the door, she opened it and closed it behind her.
Mary was scared because she heard male voices. Breathing heavily, she slowly slid down the door and just sat there for a few moments. But her attention was taken away from the door she was leaning against was turned towards the darkness. And from it, a gun was aimed right at her. Not breathing now, she could see the steel of the revolver and it's hammer pulled back. A man moved forward as he took his hand and waved it to him. Taking her bag off, she tossed it to him along with her bow, arrows and her staff. The man stood up and moved closer to her. Grabbing her quickly by her arm, she whimpered a bit as she was tossed further into the small building she now wished she didn't go into to hide. Crashing slightly into a table, she laid on the ground and curled up. Fear had taken hold of her.
Post by Richard Bryant on Mar 16, 2017 22:02:25 GMT -5
Entering the Armory through the front door, Richard, Aspen and a couple of his corrections officers slowly made their way inside, not wanting to get caught in a trap but also not wanting to miss anything of note...each step, they could hear their heartbeats it was that quiet; everyone was carrying their M14s' except for Aspen, who had her katana out and held down by her side. Step by step, they made their way inside when they heard the call over the radio that Sgt. Allison's team had seen someone outside the building.
"Stand by, Mose; we're headed your way," Richard said, motioning for everyone to spread out as best they could as they headed back outside and around the side of the building. "Talk to me, Mose, what's going on?" he asked over the radio.. .
"We heard some people milling around near a small building about a hundred, 150 yards away," Mose said, looking over with binoculars at the place in question; off in the distance, there was a small group of rough-looking men beginning to mill around what looked like a small building - a shed or an out building to a nearby house, either one it looked like. Joining Mose and the others, Richard grabbed the binoculars and took a look, trying to think of how...motioning for everyone to duck down behind the trucks, he said, "Okay, so we got a bunch of thugs hanging around a building....," Pausing to peek another look, he got back down and continued. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. Aspen, you and me are going to sneak around, along that small wash to the left and get in behind them....Gregor, you and McAllen go down that fenceline off the right, make your way down towards them--"
"What about the rest of us, boss?" Mose said as Richard set down his rifle and checked his pistol and extra mags.
"I want you guys to watch the rest of us; when things start going, you guys make straight for them; we time this right, those bastards out there won't know what him them." After a moment, Richard added, "Alright, everyone, let's go!"
Last Edit: Apr 26, 2017 17:34:29 GMT -5 by Richard Bryant
"Well...can't say I blame you for trying to hide from us chica....but sadly, you know what's coming next." The man said to her with his thick Spanish accent. It was one of the slavers. Her eyes widened in fear as she tried to back away from him, but her back came to the corner of the shed. "No use trying to run now. You made us kill the rest of you little sluts. Now, after me and the boys outside have our way with you...you are next to die little bitch." Walking over towards her, he tried to grab her leg but she tried to kick him. It landed on his calf which caused him to stumble. Getting up, she tried to make a mad dash for it. Reaching the door, she quickly opened the shed door but she was caught off guard. A hand grabbed her by the ankle which caused her to fall forward as the man she kicked yanked backwards. Her forehead slamming against the ground and her body twitching from the blow. Mary was dazed as everything was spinning and a bit blurry. She could feel she was being dragged back into the shed.
Being lifted up, her body was tossed onto a metal table. Her lower half was hanging off of it. Blood began to seep down her face as she laid somewhat still on the table. But when she heard the sound of a Zipper being lowered down, her hearing picked up the sound and tried to get up. That only earned her a punch to the back of the head and her shorts being yanked down past her legs. *Camera zooms out of the shed to the thugs now standing in the way of the door way* Her screams could be heard as she was starting to be raped yet again by her captures. There was no way for her to fight back since she was to weak and small compared to them. Some of them watched the show and even cheered and couldn't wait to get they're hands on her next. The rest of them though had they're rifles up and ready for combat.
Post by Richard Bryant on Apr 28, 2017 21:26:22 GMT -5
Before they could get going, they all heard what sounded like a woman screaming; looking around, Richard had a pretty good idea of where it was coming from, focusing his view on the shed. "Well, there goes Plan A," he said, climbing into the truck and starting it up; as he waited for Aspen to join him in the cab, he said to everyone over the radio, "Soon as you get your vehicles fired up, follow me and charge that shed!" Looking over at Aspen, he said rather nonchalantly, "Ready to go?"
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 3, 2017 20:34:43 GMT -5
Aspen took a second to stare absentmindedly ahead of her as the sound of the anguished screams met her ears; they were all too familiar, being a rape victim herself. If it wasn't rape, it was torture, and that wasn't much better. Without a word, she slowly drew her katana in one hand, and held it forward as if to nonverbally answer Richard, her mouth a firm, thin line as she glared ahead. She knew what torture, what Hell, was like; she had a biological souvenir from it within herself!
She definitely wanted to save this woman from whatever it was that was happening to her, and from the looks of things, she may get some enjoyment out of it herself.
Post by Richard Bryant on May 5, 2017 9:43:18 GMT -5
Seeing the firm look on Aspen's face, Richard got the truck started and, as he waited for her to climb in, he stuck his arm out of the window and made a circling motion, a non-verbal way of saying "Let's go!" Moments later, as the sounds of several trucks began to roar, he looked over at Aspen and smiled, saying, "Hold on tight, Aspen," and floored the throttle, the truck's wheels spinning for a moment as it shot out forward, crashed through the fencing and charged towards the shed, the other MSP trucks in close pursuit. Hang on out there lady, Richard thought to himself, just hang on....
When the sounds of Engines from trucks fired up, all the gang members of the Slaver circle looked at each other and a few raised their firearms while a few decided to just high tail it out of there, and one of those that was running was the one who was raping Mary against the Shed's work table. Mary laid on the ground in a fettle position. She had tried to raise her shorts back up, but managed to get them up all of the way but couldn't get to button them since she decided to hide under the table once the rifles and pistols began to open fire on the incoming vehicles.
Post by Richard Bryant on May 8, 2017 18:18:11 GMT -5
As the handful of state prison vehicles barreled towards the shed, Richard could see a bunch of bandits who'd been hovering around outside take for the hills; getting on the radio, he said, "Alright, when we get to the shed, secure the building and start checking for survivors; they had to be covering for something inside. Bryan out." Setting the radio down, he looked over at Aspen and said, "Soon as we get to that shed, we'll secure the area outside of it then we'll see what's inside...and I want you leading the way there, Aspen, alright?"
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 8, 2017 21:17:29 GMT -5
"I don't think that's all of them that left. If you like, I can...hm..", she didn't finish her proposal as her green eyes focused rather intention on the interior of the hut, an infernal figurative fire in them at the subject of rape, even more so it was supposedly one woman and many men; a tale all too close to home for her. She didn't care if her fiery stare was on one of the bandits or not, it was the entire hut itself that was now her target, and to that end a few of the bandits that remained in the hut may just soil themselves if it weren't for their numbers keeping a sort of solidarity, who knew if those that escaped would be going to get reinforcements?
Aspen didn't take her gaze from the shed as she spoke back to Richard, her grip on her katana firm but true, "I feel like going in now and slaughtering the lot of them. If it were anything else, maybe I'd consider them prisoners..but rape? Or torture? That's a whole new ball game with me, friend.", she said as she turned her head just enough to look at Richard for emphasis and to see his reaction, before glaring back at the shed.
Post by Richard Bryant on May 8, 2017 21:35:06 GMT -5
As if reading Aspen's mind, Richard met her stare with one of his own and said, "Oh, they'll get theirs; down here in Mississippi, we don't take kindly to men forcing themselves on women," adding with a could, icy glint to his voice as they came to a stop and he began climbing out of the truck, "so if they make so much as a truck....you know what to do."
Whistling to the others as they climbed out of their trucks, Richard signaled for some to go out and stop those trying to escape while he signaled the rest to go towards the shed. "Remember, if they make so much as a move, shoot 'em in the head...but I want at least one or two alive so we can talk to 'em, you heah?" When everyone acknowledged, he added, "Well, go on, boys, git going," taking a bead on an escaping slaver and shooting him in the head, an all-not-too-difficult shot for someone with an M14 rifle in hand.
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 10, 2017 12:02:48 GMT -5
At the go-ahead, Aspen was one of the first to rush towards the shed, a deep bloodlust in her eyes that reflected in the angry sneer on her expression. Blade in hand, she nonchalantly kicked down the door nearest her and ran forward with her torso at a lower angle, lowering the chance of her being hit right off the bat. Ignoring the sounds of gunfire that she could hear from Richard's position, she took her sword and stabbed one of the slavers through the chest and heart while just as swiftly clotheslining another with her right arm, landing a harsh thud against his throat in the process as he would fall onto his back. She wasted no time in kicking him straight in the head to knock him out cold, then stabbing the impaled man she just killed in the head.
Alert, her gaze shifted coolly towards the rest of the interior of the shed...were there any left? If there were, were they demanding anything, or were they going to try to aim and shoot at her? Either way, her nerves were like a hair-trigger--even one wrong sound and she was ready to move.
Mary laid in the shadows shaking a bit, her eyes were closed tight with her hands covering her ears. The ringing sounds from all the gun fire began to die down slowly, one by one until the guns shots were next to nothing. The only sounds of shooting was that in the distance. Opening her one eye, she looked from the shadows at one of the dead slavers who was on his back. A sword's blade was coming out of his skull and Mary could see the legs of a person standing inside of the shed with her. Looking around a bit, she saw her walking staff not to far from her along with her bow and quiver of arrows. Looking back at the legs who was standing there still, Mary gently and slowly moved in the shadows of the table and positioned herself so that she could reach for her belongings. It was sort of a good thing that she was short for her moving wasn't anything to it.
Calming her breathing, she slowly reached out and grabbed the somewhat thick Oak walking staff and pulled it towards her. The bow with the quiver moved as well, making a bit of noise as she dragged them under the table. Grabbing her things, she huddled against the wall and curled back up into a tight ball. Sitting there, gently rocking back and forth as she felt the tears and even blood going down her face. Mary didn't know what to do since she was beyond scared and now scarred further more from her captures. Her back slightly thudding against the wall which caused it to make even more sound as she stayed under the table. Not knowing if these people were going to save her or just kill her for being on their property.
Post by Richard Bryant on May 11, 2017 16:04:09 GMT -5
Dropping a second slaver with a head shot, Richard re-slung his rifle over one shoulder and switched to his backup weapon, a side-handle baton, a weapon which could kill in the right hands....and Richard very well knew how to wield it in such a manner. As some of his officers kept a steady drumbeat of shooting at the escaping group of slavers, Richard walked over to one of the injured slavers and picked him up by the shirt, holding him up against the outside of the shed, the smooth-wood baton tightly against the man's throat.
"Where are you from?" Richard asked, pressing hard on the man's throat with the baton. "Where....are....you....from?" he asked with punctuation.
"Fuck.....you," the man said weakly, a sneer upon his lips...seconds later, the next thing anyone would've heard was the crushing of the man's larynx and throat by Richard's baton, the sounds crackling in the air around them. Stepping back from the man - Richard knew the man would turn after death unless struck decisively in the head - Richard drove the baton right square into the man's forehead almost like you would drive a knife in, the wood making a sickening crunch as it entered the man's skull...and an equally sickening squelch as it came out, with bits of blood and bone and brain on it.
Walking back over to the truck, Richard dropped the baton into the back - he'd have one of the convict trustees clean it when they got back to Parchman Farm - and walked quickly back over to the shed. "Aspen?" he called out. "We find any survivors inside?"
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 13, 2017 5:05:36 GMT -5
Aspen had, in the meantime, managed to cut down the remainder of the slavers inside of the shed but she wasn't entirely unscathed; she had scorch marks and scrapes where bullets grazed her skin and blood to show for it, she had even been shot in the foot much to her pain, and she found herself limping towards the girl she had seen before the men were now dead, and carefully kneeled down to place a hand on her back and called back towards Richard without looking away from her, her green eyes much less bloodthirsty now and more concerned and hopeful, hopeful that the girl may still be all there and maybe even accept their help, "There's a woman here...girl, what's your name? I won't hurt you, promise."
Post by Richard Bryant on May 14, 2017 20:57:23 GMT -5
Hearing Aspen reply that there was a girl inside, Richard walked over and took a look inside - and regretted doing so; there were at least two (by the looks of it) dead slavers on the floor of the sled, along with a very frightened and scared young girl who Aspen was trying to talk to. Rather than try and talk to her himself, Richard said to her, "Aspen, I'll be right outside; we got a captive slaver."
Walking over to where Mose and several other MSP (Miss. State Penitentiary) officers were holding a Hispanic-looking fellow by the arms; without saying a word, Richard walked right up to him and swung, striking the man square in the gut and causing him to double over. Looking him in the eye, Richard said in Spanish to him, "Bien, hijo de puta ... dame una buena razón por la que no dejo que mi amigo," pointing back towards the shed as he added, "te llevará con su katana, desgraciada desgraciada para un ser humano," punching him once more in the gut for emphasis. As the salver stood there, refusing to talk, Richard looked back at the shed and said, "Alright, puta," raising his hands as if to say, "tough luck to you...." It was a bluff but Richard was hoping the slaver would crack under the thread of imminent death....
Slaver After taking the hits and now on his knees, he would spit a wad of blood out from his mouth and chuckle a bit at the attempt of strong arming him. He would look up at Richard and say to him. "Amenazar todo lo que quieras, incluso si te dijera que quieres que quieras oír ... Voy a ser un hombre muerto antes de que el sol se ponga en unas pocas horas. Así que haz lo peor de ti, chico blanco y sucio. Eso es todo lo que alguna vez serás ... ¡una perra blanca, estúpida y solitaria!Espero que la pequeña zorra dentro de ese cobertizo que mi chico de casa se divirtió con muere una muerte muy lenta." {Trans: Threaten all you want, even if I did tell you want you want to hear...I'll be a dead man before the sun sets in a few hours. So do your worst you filthy white Boy. That's all you will ever be...a lonely, stupid white Bitch! I hope the little slut inside that shed that my Home boy had his fun with dies a really slow death.} After he was done speaking his peace, he would spit a spray of blood towards Richard and laugh at him.
Mary in the Shed
The woman who was in there was injured, yet she tried to comfort the scared Mary who was now shaking after feeling the woman's touch on her back. Like a scared animal, Mary moved herself away from the woman to be further away from her with her Walking Staff and her bow with the Quiver of arrows. Letting go of her Staff, she pulled out her father's Dog tags from underneath the ripped up shirt that she wore and began to pray in Spanish. Rocking back and forth. Her voice breaking and sounding more of a whisper as she talked the prayer and closed her eyes with tears streaming down her bloody and dirt covered face.
"Señor Jesucristo, me pongo al pie de Tu cruz y Te pido que me cubras con Tu Preciosísima Sangre que brota de Tu Santísimo Corazón y de Tus Santísimas Llagas. Líbrame, Jesús mío, en el agua viva que fluye de tu Corazón. Te pido que me rodees, Señor Jesús, con Tu Santa Luz.
Padre Celestial, que las aguas curativas de mi bautismo fluyan ahora a través de las generaciones maternas y paternas para purificar mi línea familiar de satanás y pecado. Vengo delante de Tí, Padre, y pides perdón por mí mismo, mis parientes y mis antepasados, por cualquier invocación de poderes que se establezcan en oposición a Ti o que no ofrezcan verdadero honor a Jesucristo. En el Santo Nombre de Jesús, ahora reclamo cualquier territorio que fue entregado a satanás y lo coloco bajo el señorío de Jesucristo.
Por el poder de Tu Santo Espíritu, revela a mí, Padre, cualquier pueblo que necesite perdonar y cualquier área de pecado sin confesar. Revela aspectos de mi vida que no son agradables a Ti, Padre, formas que han dado o podrían dar a satanás un punto de apoyo en mi vida. Padre, te doy cualquier perdón; Te doy mis pecados; Y, Te doy a todos los caminos que Satanás tiene un asimiento de mi vida. Gracias, por Tu perdón y Tu amor.
Señor Jesús, en Tu Santo Nombre, enlazo a todos los malos espíritus del aire, del agua, de la tierra, del subterráneo y del mundo inferior. Además, en el Nombre de Jesús, afirmo que todos y cada uno de los emisarios del cuartel general satánico y reclaman la Preciosa Sangre de Jesús en el aire, la atmósfera, el agua, la tierra y sus frutos alrededor de nosotros.
Padre Celestial, permítele a Su Hijo Jesús venir ahora con el Espíritu Santo, la Santísima Virgen María, los santos ángeles y los santos para protegerme de todo mal y para evitar que todos los espíritus malignos se vengen de mí de cualquier manera."
{Trans: Lord Jesus Christ, I place myself at the foot of Your cross and ask You to cover me with Your Precious Blood which pours forth from Your Most Sacred Heart and Your Most Holy Wounds. Cleanse me, my Jesus, in the living water that flows from Your Heart. I ask You to surround me, Lord Jesus, with Your Holy Light.
Heavenly Father, let the healing waters of my baptism now flow back through the maternal and paternal generations to purify my family line of satan and sin. I come before You, Father, and ask forgiveness for myself, my relatives, and my ancestors, for any calling upon powers that set themselves up in opposition to You or that do not offer true honor to Jesus Christ. In Jesus' Holy Name, I now reclaim any territory that was handed over to satan and place it under the Lordship of Jesus Christ.
By the power of Your Holy Spirit, reveal to me, Father, any people I need to forgive and any areas of unconfessed sin. Reveal aspects of my life that are not pleasing to You, Father, ways that have given or could give satan a foothold in my life. Father, I give to You any unforgiveness; I give to You my sins; and, I give to You all ways that satan has a hold of my life. Thank You, for Your forgiveness and Your love.
Lord Jesus, in Your Holy Name, I bind all evil spirits of the air, water, ground, underground, and netherworld. I further bind, in Jesus' Name, any and all emissaries of the satanic headquarters and claim the Precious Blood of Jesus on the air, atmosphere, water, ground and their fruits around us, the underground and the netherworld below.
Heavenly Father, allow Your Son Jesus to come now with the Holy Spirit, the Blessed Virgin Mary, the holy angels and the saints to protect me from all harm and to keep all evil spirits from taking revenge on me in any way.}
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on May 18, 2017 19:25:29 GMT -5
As she got closer, Aspen could just feel the fear emanating from the poor injured girl, a fierce flame in her green eyes as if to represent her determination, and followed her down to very gingerly place a hand on her shoulder, not at all trying to force or hold her, or hurt her, before she spoke quietly with an intermediate articulation of the language she was praying in, having learned decent Spanish-speaking skills from her time working with FEMA, "Cálmese. No estoy aquí para hacerte daño, te lo prometo. No somos esclavistas. Estamos aquí para ayudarte ... ¿puedes soportar?"
Translation: "Calm down. I am not here to hurt you, I promise. We aren't slavers. We're here to help you...can you stand?"
Post by Richard Bryant on May 19, 2017 19:25:10 GMT -5
Hearing the man's defiant streak once again, Richard didn't bother waiting for him to say another word, instead turning around and, without missing a step, caught a fellow officer's nightstick and just started whalingon the slaver like he was straight out of The Shawshank Redemption, not enough to kill the man - he'd had his fill of death for the day - but enough to make sure the slaver knew what was what.
Signaling for the officers to let the man go, Richard watched him scamper off and yelled, "Yeah, that's right! Run, boy, run!" spitting on the ground as if disgusted by what had happened at the shed. Turning on a heel, Richard walked over to the door of the shed and peeked his head inside and asked, "Aspen, is she going to be alright?" nodding towards the young woman inside with Aspen.
Hearing the woman speaking to her in Spanish didn't earn points towards Mary. It only caused her to move as far away from Everyone as humanly possible. Squeezing herself through between the work table and a work bench so that she was now in a tight spot which would be hard to get to her. Sitting in the tight space of the corner of the shed, she sat there huddled up into a tight ball. With how thin and small she was, she was able to get back there with a little effort. Hugging her legs close to her body, she sat there breathing fast when she heard the voice of the male speaking to the woman who he called Aspen.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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