a childhoods dream of adventure, associated with Darkin, of Amber. My own character introduced in Darkin's Affairs in Amber
By: David Rubicam
I was in the midst of the battle with dead bodies sprawled everywhere. Blood stained faces with glazed over eyes staring back at me from the ground. I assuaged myself to peak over the ridge behind which I hid. A man in a blue coat, it was the blues verse reds. With a generals badge upon his chest covering his heart that thumped so hard it sounded in his ears. I raised the sniper I held the butt of the gun up to my shoulder.
Slowly I rose a little higher and got the muzzle over the ridge. I took my aim, in-between the ear and right eye. The temple. With one shot released I rolled over without a glance at my kill. A few feet from where I had started I looked at the dead body of the general. I proudly stood in triumph as the surviving reds cheered. The blues had lost and I had taken the general. The malovent homicide was over.
I stepped out of the imagination that created this battlefield and found myself in a playground filled with young'ins. My teammates were standing up beside me where once dead bodies had laid. If killed you had to stay as you were, makes it more realistic. I dropped the air-soft gun that I had held and went to my friend Dan, who ad been on the blues side. I had killed him, as we were enemies, though now we are once more friends. He removed his helmet and goggles as he bid me a good shot. He was the general that I had hit in the temple. I was the Reds general this time and I made the victorious kill, in this battle we had taken a total of four prisoners though three had escaped to be later killed.
I ripped off my pads that covered most of my body as we received the award for winning. I being general raised it in triumph. A baseball trophy, for it was all we had to give the winner. I see now that you might be confused, and hopefully interested.
I shall start from the beginning. Well the beginning of this battle. The true beginning began long ago and is too long of a story hold your interest. Continue on from the start of the battle.
I proved myself the best shot out of the small band. The teams were even though my longing for survival assured us victory. My fellow soldiers elected me as general in our small war. I looked upon my friend with a sigh. They dressed in red and some would be covered in the same red that leaked from oozing bullet wounds as they bled to death. Such is the welfare of war.
"The Blues shall be crushed!" I shouted over a roar as we found our positions. I ducked beneath a parparet as I heard the air beside my ear being cut. A shot had been given off. The Blues had ambushed and started early. I rolled to the left and slowly rose. A led was the last thing to disappear behind a stone barrier from my shooter.
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I stood in a crouch and dashed behind a small covering. I saw a Blue taking aim at one of my teammates. I threw my sniper over my shoulder on its strap with my left hand and grasped the pistol between my hip and jeans. I raised it at arms length and before my eyes. I shouted out with a bland scream to distract the Blue. The distraction worked, he took a glance at me and lost his aim. The second of hesitation gave me sufficient time to take precisely the correct aim. I pulled the trigger and felt the recoil pull my wrist back sharply. I studied my shot and found a Blue's soldier dead lying sprawled on the compacted dirt with a few patches of grass in a heap of dead weight.
The Red that�s death was imminent without my intervention noticed the action that took place and gave me a nod before he disappeared behind a building. Gunshots took place all around me. Screams were heard in the distance. I avoided bloody bodies that stained the ground a sickly deep red. As I rounded a corner voices came to my ear. I backed around the corner once more just before I fell upon a small group of Blues. They surrounded a Red that was upon his knees, he had been disarmed and was now prisoner. His head bent in shame, he neither begged nor whimpered, just sat in disgust of himself.
I checked my clip, I had six shots out of twelve. Checking my belt I noticed I had no more clips. Six shots and seven Blues. I would have to pull a miracle out of my ass to finish this off. Though it had to be risked.
Throwing myself to the left I rolled and gave off two shots. Two head shots. Finishing off two of them, five left and four bullets, damn. The rest of the group turned in the direction I was at but I had crawled under a ridge and turned at about 45 degrees around the group, to the left. Where they looked, guns up. I raised my head and gun just enough to aim and give off a shot.
Yes, three left. I may just triumph. The prisoner looked around hopefully. As the three searched for me he edged towards one of the dead that I had killed. Blood oozing from the bullet wound just to the left and above his right eye. One remanding glanced back at the prisoner though before he could utter a shout or lift his pistol I had taken him from behind. I damned the lack of bullets I had. The prisoner would have to take one.
Noticed, the prisoner grasped the pistol and rolled to his right. Narrowly avoiding a bullet that hit right where he had been seconds before. I stood and released my last bullet, taking the shooter that had missed the Red prisoner. Throwing the useless gun I rolled over the edge as the last Blue standing was taken by my soldier in arms. Clasping my hand as I removed the bullets, guns, and clips from the dead. I stuffed four clips in to the front of my belt, two pistols into the back, one in my hand and reloaded my sniper hanging upon my back.