Bad Blood: Prologue

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Bad Blood: Prologue

Post by ashan46 » Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:12 am

Bad Blood

Jeremus opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon his father's name upon the shrine's epitaph. His father was one of fifty listed upon this shrine in the middle of the scorched city, honored for their ultimate sacrifice they had made eighteen years ago. Jeremus didn't know how long he had meditated here. He guessed around an hour or so, but was still uncertain; the thick storm clouds above hid any trace of the time of day. "This is the fourth day", he thought to himself, "my trial is nearly over, but I still have to end the life of an enemy before tomorrow's sunrise". Jeremus was now 17, eager to be recognized as a warrior by his settlement, but he knew without evidence of killing an enemy, he would be forced to wait another year before he could try again. He couldn't bear the thought of sitting idly in his home while his childhood friends went out into the wastes. As well, he thought of what a dishonor it would be to his father's memory, a hero's son not able to uphold his honor. Jeremus tried to brush those thoughts from his memory. He now had to focus out here in the danger zone. He took one last longing gaze at the memorial, then walked away.
Jeremus walked along the torn up side streets, passing overgrown cars and rotted storefronts. His uncle and family elder, Terrence had told him to remain on guard in this area for packs of aggressive creatures were known to stalk lone travelers. He had heard tales of polyp swarms overwhelming and ripping apart whole patrols and strange mutant dogs that relentlessly harassed and followed others to their demise. There was also a recent sighting of a passing group of bandits not long before Jeremus had departed his home. All this continued to add weight to his anxiety. The odds of survival seemed to stack up against him at every passing moment. Jeremus took a moment while pondering to look over his few belongings. Inside his small duffel bag was a canteen full of water, a single flare, some meager rations he had found in a garbage can, and a stone shiv he had made. Attached to his belt was a gas mask with two spare filters and his father's large survival knife. His uncle had also given him a small medallion to wear through his ordeal, a symbol of courage against overwhelming odds. The small metal token gave him some minor hope that somehow he would prevail.
As Jeremus proceeded down the streets, searching for a suitable place to rest for the night, he kept staring around at the ruins around him of the old world. What was it like? Did the people see this coming and know that soon everything they knew would be gone? These thoughts plagued him as he wandered in this city of death. He decided that he should head a little bit deeper inland and find a place to hide and wait until nightfall. Jeremus soon found a small secluded back street with a few wrecked cars scattered at different intervals. "This looks like a good place to camp", he said as he slumped into a small doorway and bundled himself with his jacket. As he was just beginning to close his eyes, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from around the street corner getting slowly louder. An instant later, a shot rang out and Jeremus was immediately jolted into full consciousness. He quickly dove behind a nearby car in the street as the shot smashed into the doorway where his head was a moment ago. Jeremus felt a rush of panic and adrenaline through his veins. This was no mere wild animal coming to attack, but a human being that was hellbent on killing him. Jeremus peeked through the broken windows of the car to get a view of his assailant. All he could see was a dark silhouette of man slowly approaching with a handgun. In his desperation, Jeremus suddenly had an idea from something he had learned from his trainers. He silently reached down to pick up a rock and flung it to the other side of the street, causing the man to fire in the direction of the noise. With him distracted, Jeremus silently advanced to another car closer to the the rear of the man. He drew out his hooked knife and shiv from his pack and rushed froward. The shooter could do nothing but turn around and fire a frantic burst of bullets as the young Highlander charged forward. Jeremus easily sidestepped the shots and swung his shiv at the man's left arm. The man backed off, grasping the bleeding gash on his arm. Before he could react, Jeremus kicked him to the ground and went in for the kill with a powerful stab to the throat.
Jeremus rose to his feet, panting. The encounter had barely lasted five minutes, but the intensity of it all had caused his heart to pound. He looked down at the twitching corpse and was able to see the man's features. From the clothing on the body, Jeremus realized this man was a bandit just as he suspected. He had to be no more than twenty five with a small beard and short cropped hair. Jeremus began to search the body to find a suitable trophy. Aside from the rusty old pistol the bandit had carried, there was very little possessions in his bags. Disappointed, Jeremus knew what he would have to do to get his trophy. He calmly knelt down and used his knife to slowly cut the man's ear off. As the seconds went by, he began to forget this unpleasant task and began to recall the words his uncle had told him long ago,"seize the high ground, rise beyond the strength of your enemies, and forever ascend to greatness". He knew that he had indeed risen beyond his enemy and would be recognized as a warrior by his family at last. He was indeed a proud Highlander warrior to be reckoned with now, and this man he had ended the life of was nothing more than a hopeless failure. Nothing more than bad blood

The End. Support the Highlanders!!!
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Re: Bad Blood

Post by slaughtergames » Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:47 pm

due, this is pretty cool! the end reference to the title was pretty smart :)
"i buy me new deffkopta!!"
"waaaagh!"
"i did research, to find out how to minimize the randomness of the shock-attack gun."
"huh?"
"waaaagh!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH!!"

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Re: Bad Blood

Post by ashan46 » Tue Sep 04, 2012 10:15 pm

Thanks, man.

I'm actually thinking about creating a part 2 for this story as well.

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Re: Bad Blood:

Post by Aegon-Targaryen » Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:50 pm

I very much believe that the Highlanders would make a great Faction to DP. Keep up the good work!

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Re: Bad Blood: Prologue

Post by ashan46 » Mon Jun 17, 2013 7:36 pm

Thanks for the support. I was going to continue on the bad blood story as well, but Ive been busy as of late, but i may continue later on. Dont forget to check out the 0.1.5 faction stats.

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