Post by Hat Salesman on Dec 8, 2008 21:12:38 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Escape
Rado checked the dumpster carefully for any scraps of food. They had cameras in the stores; no, he restricted his diet to any food that wasn't poisoned, as long as it wasn't on camera. Every store was on camera, unfortunately.
They'd been watching him, and they made no effort to hide it. The Secret Police had been on his tail since he started talking in his sleep; a sign of discontent. He hadn't been careful enough in checking the rooms for bugs when he rented the apartment. The damned landlord must have been paid a lot of money. He seemed honest.
After the first cryptic call, which pretty much warned him of the coming search and definite jailing, he went into hiding. Joining up with families who would join him, some of them former Brawlers, he managed to move all the way across the city. Along the way he had joined up with the three men and a guitarist, who were called only "The Sons." They helped him across a large portion of the city, but were lost in the crowd around Brawl Plaza. He was, however, that much closer to The Caverns.
The Caverns were the last place that hadn't been corrupted by the government. To the mindless sheep, they were rebels. To everyone else, they were hope. Raiding government buildings, they helped squeegee the world clean of the damned officials who helped it all along. They only slowed the spread, for the government merely trained more and more to fill the spaces.
Suddenly, Rado was awakened to his senses. He had wandered out into the streets, at night. How stupid.
He raised his hands, in accordance to their demands. He couldn't die, when he was so close. Two of the men lowered their weapons and ran to handcuff him. One kept his weapon trained on his spine, to paralyze him if he attempted escape. He let a small smile creep onto his lips.
He quickly raised his left arm into the air and shot out two bullets. Both hit their targets. The two attempting to arrest him crumpled to the floor, blood flowing from their faces. The last one shot, though Rado was far too fast. Without thinking, he shot out a reflective metal, which blasted the bullet straight back at the policeman.
The man writhed on the ground in pain, a bullet lodged in his lung. "Kill me now, scumbag," he yelled. Rado complied, burying a bullet in the man's skull. He let out a last breath, and blood poured from his head.
Rado turned and walked away.
Escape
Rado checked the dumpster carefully for any scraps of food. They had cameras in the stores; no, he restricted his diet to any food that wasn't poisoned, as long as it wasn't on camera. Every store was on camera, unfortunately.
They'd been watching him, and they made no effort to hide it. The Secret Police had been on his tail since he started talking in his sleep; a sign of discontent. He hadn't been careful enough in checking the rooms for bugs when he rented the apartment. The damned landlord must have been paid a lot of money. He seemed honest.
After the first cryptic call, which pretty much warned him of the coming search and definite jailing, he went into hiding. Joining up with families who would join him, some of them former Brawlers, he managed to move all the way across the city. Along the way he had joined up with the three men and a guitarist, who were called only "The Sons." They helped him across a large portion of the city, but were lost in the crowd around Brawl Plaza. He was, however, that much closer to The Caverns.
The Caverns were the last place that hadn't been corrupted by the government. To the mindless sheep, they were rebels. To everyone else, they were hope. Raiding government buildings, they helped squeegee the world clean of the damned officials who helped it all along. They only slowed the spread, for the government merely trained more and more to fill the spaces.
Suddenly, Rado was awakened to his senses. He had wandered out into the streets, at night. How stupid.
He raised his hands, in accordance to their demands. He couldn't die, when he was so close. Two of the men lowered their weapons and ran to handcuff him. One kept his weapon trained on his spine, to paralyze him if he attempted escape. He let a small smile creep onto his lips.
He quickly raised his left arm into the air and shot out two bullets. Both hit their targets. The two attempting to arrest him crumpled to the floor, blood flowing from their faces. The last one shot, though Rado was far too fast. Without thinking, he shot out a reflective metal, which blasted the bullet straight back at the policeman.
The man writhed on the ground in pain, a bullet lodged in his lung. "Kill me now, scumbag," he yelled. Rado complied, burying a bullet in the man's skull. He let out a last breath, and blood poured from his head.
Rado turned and walked away.