Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 0:34:30 GMT -6
I needed to know. I had to know where the Desperate were hiding, how many there were. I had hung the bodies of those four in the bathroom, over the tub used as a freezer. I had them stripped and beheaded and then hung by their feet to drip. I'm not ashamed to write this, even though I vomited in the snow after that job. There is something foreign inside me that tries to come out and there is my usual "I" that fights to push it back instead. My prisoner took me about forty kilometers from the village, to a town I didn't know. No sign was left to announce that town and the man didn't know what name it had. For them it was simply "the City", their stronghold, the base from which they set off for their raids. They were hiding in the ancient town hall, a building that dated back to the Middle Ages, renovated decades earlier. Now it appeared like an abandoned castle, populated by ghosts of the past.
The walls were dirty and stained and chipped in several places. But it was impossible to get there without being seen, since it was located on the top of a hill. The sentries posted on guard saw us arriving, but they recognized the off-road vehicle and with a remote control they Special Data opened the door, which opened silently. Once we entered the courtyard, I parked the car and hit the man on the head with the butt of the gun, before he could realize my intentions. I actually had no plan, I'm not a fighter and my months as an Army officer are long gone. But even then no one taught me how to fight. I acted instinctively, without following any idea. I got out of the car and entered the first room I found. The man he made to meet me screamed as soon as he saw me and ran away, down a staircase. I looked at my reflection in a glass door, but the glass was opaque and filthy and I couldn't see more than a formless figure.
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Then I looked at myself. My clothes were smeared with blood and lumps of brain matter. For a moment, just for a moment, a distant feeling of nausea gripped me, and then faded into the recesses of my unconscious. I took the ladder too. Then some shots broke the silence and bullets whizzed past me. I ducked and saw three men running towards me shooting with machine guns. Among those there was also my driver, who had woken up and joined the others by another road. I should have hit him harder. I ran down and hid in the room, closing the door behind me. I went outside and got into the car. Luckily the engine started immediately and I skidded away from that castle. By the time the three came out into the street, I was too far away for their weapons. For a while I wandered aimlessly through the streets of the town, then I crossed it to what remained of a football field. What I found brought back that self that was struggling to survive. I stopped the car and vomited on the frozen grass. I was shocked.
The walls were dirty and stained and chipped in several places. But it was impossible to get there without being seen, since it was located on the top of a hill. The sentries posted on guard saw us arriving, but they recognized the off-road vehicle and with a remote control they Special Data opened the door, which opened silently. Once we entered the courtyard, I parked the car and hit the man on the head with the butt of the gun, before he could realize my intentions. I actually had no plan, I'm not a fighter and my months as an Army officer are long gone. But even then no one taught me how to fight. I acted instinctively, without following any idea. I got out of the car and entered the first room I found. The man he made to meet me screamed as soon as he saw me and ran away, down a staircase. I looked at my reflection in a glass door, but the glass was opaque and filthy and I couldn't see more than a formless figure.
![](http://agentemaillist.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Special-Data-4-300x220.png)
Then I looked at myself. My clothes were smeared with blood and lumps of brain matter. For a moment, just for a moment, a distant feeling of nausea gripped me, and then faded into the recesses of my unconscious. I took the ladder too. Then some shots broke the silence and bullets whizzed past me. I ducked and saw three men running towards me shooting with machine guns. Among those there was also my driver, who had woken up and joined the others by another road. I should have hit him harder. I ran down and hid in the room, closing the door behind me. I went outside and got into the car. Luckily the engine started immediately and I skidded away from that castle. By the time the three came out into the street, I was too far away for their weapons. For a while I wandered aimlessly through the streets of the town, then I crossed it to what remained of a football field. What I found brought back that self that was struggling to survive. I stopped the car and vomited on the frozen grass. I was shocked.