Post by Ouch on Nov 15, 2006 21:07:57 GMT -5
Yeah, this isn't really the mainstream kinda' stuff that appears to be on this site...this is a little snippet of something I started awhile ago and this part just briefly deals with a person in a wheelchair...so I figured what the hell...I've already made myself look enough like an idiot...this can't make it any worse. So excuse my uber-lame writing skills.
[excerpt]
"A speech isn't going to save you from justice, Lucius."
"Oh come now; have you not learned? The only justice is what I create. I am crafting a new world order, one that answers to me, not your precious Voltaire...or should I say Alexander?"
For a moment I stood there with nothing to say.
"Yes, I know your hero well. He died a martyr for no cause. He won't be helping you any longer, you stand alone."
"Then alone I'll make this your end," I said boldly.
"This is not my end; in fact it is just the first chapter in a story to be. Something must come to an end though. It is Voltaire's dying crusade which will end along with this chapter..."
"You can't stop us, we'll fight no matter the odds."
"Just like a cornered animal, you lash out...but it is time to turn the page...I must bid you farewell."
Lucius was standing only a couple of yards away now. I instinctively reached for my pistol, but not before several bullets tore through my body.
"No!" I cried out, crumpling to the ground.
I was stunned with pain and blood soaked through my suit. I gasped for air though my lungs burned. To my side I could see my assailant, a Cossack that I hadn't seen. He walked over to me and leveled his pistol at my head. I didn't stand a chance anyway. I'd die from this final bullet or from the blood loss. I used the final strength I had to squeeze my eyes shut. I heard a gunshot and then felt weight against my chest. It wasn't how I imagined death. I opened my eyes and saw in my fading vision the Cossack lying lifeless on top of me. I saw a man in a wheelchair roll past with a smoking gun in his lap. Lucius turned around to face him.
"What the f---! Who are you?" Lucius roared.
"Strange, you claimed to know me well minutes ago," the man replied calmly.
I recognized the voice even with the sleepiness that was taking hold of me. My brain screamed: Voltaire! but I couldn't vocalise anything.
"So you're the mighty Voltaire? A handicap? I almost feel bad trying to kill you, but you are still living..."
"Yes, I'm good at that," Voltaire replied.
"So, what are you going to do, Voltaire? I have no qualms about shooting an armed cripple," said Lucius, raising a pistol towards Voltaire.
I was completely unable to help Voltaire. I wanted to shout to him or dive in the way, but I could do nothing with my sight blurring and my breathing becoming shallower. Voltaire didn't seem to acknowledge that a gun was aimed at him. Surprisingly, he lifted himself out of the seat of the wheelchair, and stood up. I could hear the whine of a marine vambrace supporting his legs.
"This is the end to your story, Mr. Yat-Sen," he said.
Lucius fired first. I gasped in horror, believing Voltaire would be killed, but with unhuman speed he dodged out of the way. The vambrace aided him in leaping from the wall as he twirled his pistol into his hand and shot Lucius; all quicker than a flash of lightning. The bullet put a hole in Lucius, square between the eyes. Voltaire twirled the gun back into his holster and jogged over to me. He reached down and took my hand which lay limp in a puddle of blood.
"Voltaire!" I managed to gasp with my final breath.
"No, Alexander...I am sorry for all of this," he said with tears rolling down his eyes.
I had tears in my eyes as well and I could only nod my head in reply. My body burned with terrible pain beyond all imagination. I could't see anything but bright light before my eyes. I felt as though the entire world was spinning around and it felt like I was being crushed by its weight. I wanted to cry out and grasp Alexander, but all I could do was die. The bright light began to turn to a empty black, but before it consumed me I felt his lips touch mine and he whispered in my ear.
"Farewell, my Athena."
[excerpt]
"A speech isn't going to save you from justice, Lucius."
"Oh come now; have you not learned? The only justice is what I create. I am crafting a new world order, one that answers to me, not your precious Voltaire...or should I say Alexander?"
For a moment I stood there with nothing to say.
"Yes, I know your hero well. He died a martyr for no cause. He won't be helping you any longer, you stand alone."
"Then alone I'll make this your end," I said boldly.
"This is not my end; in fact it is just the first chapter in a story to be. Something must come to an end though. It is Voltaire's dying crusade which will end along with this chapter..."
"You can't stop us, we'll fight no matter the odds."
"Just like a cornered animal, you lash out...but it is time to turn the page...I must bid you farewell."
Lucius was standing only a couple of yards away now. I instinctively reached for my pistol, but not before several bullets tore through my body.
"No!" I cried out, crumpling to the ground.
I was stunned with pain and blood soaked through my suit. I gasped for air though my lungs burned. To my side I could see my assailant, a Cossack that I hadn't seen. He walked over to me and leveled his pistol at my head. I didn't stand a chance anyway. I'd die from this final bullet or from the blood loss. I used the final strength I had to squeeze my eyes shut. I heard a gunshot and then felt weight against my chest. It wasn't how I imagined death. I opened my eyes and saw in my fading vision the Cossack lying lifeless on top of me. I saw a man in a wheelchair roll past with a smoking gun in his lap. Lucius turned around to face him.
"What the f---! Who are you?" Lucius roared.
"Strange, you claimed to know me well minutes ago," the man replied calmly.
I recognized the voice even with the sleepiness that was taking hold of me. My brain screamed: Voltaire! but I couldn't vocalise anything.
"So you're the mighty Voltaire? A handicap? I almost feel bad trying to kill you, but you are still living..."
"Yes, I'm good at that," Voltaire replied.
"So, what are you going to do, Voltaire? I have no qualms about shooting an armed cripple," said Lucius, raising a pistol towards Voltaire.
I was completely unable to help Voltaire. I wanted to shout to him or dive in the way, but I could do nothing with my sight blurring and my breathing becoming shallower. Voltaire didn't seem to acknowledge that a gun was aimed at him. Surprisingly, he lifted himself out of the seat of the wheelchair, and stood up. I could hear the whine of a marine vambrace supporting his legs.
"This is the end to your story, Mr. Yat-Sen," he said.
Lucius fired first. I gasped in horror, believing Voltaire would be killed, but with unhuman speed he dodged out of the way. The vambrace aided him in leaping from the wall as he twirled his pistol into his hand and shot Lucius; all quicker than a flash of lightning. The bullet put a hole in Lucius, square between the eyes. Voltaire twirled the gun back into his holster and jogged over to me. He reached down and took my hand which lay limp in a puddle of blood.
"Voltaire!" I managed to gasp with my final breath.
"No, Alexander...I am sorry for all of this," he said with tears rolling down his eyes.
I had tears in my eyes as well and I could only nod my head in reply. My body burned with terrible pain beyond all imagination. I could't see anything but bright light before my eyes. I felt as though the entire world was spinning around and it felt like I was being crushed by its weight. I wanted to cry out and grasp Alexander, but all I could do was die. The bright light began to turn to a empty black, but before it consumed me I felt his lips touch mine and he whispered in my ear.
"Farewell, my Athena."