Post by Damon on Mar 3, 2016 4:10:22 GMT
---LAND, SEA, AIR---
(03/02/16 : 18:42:19)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I woke screaming. I'm not ashamed to admit that. When my eyes opened, I just saw... the ground... a long way beneath Me... my first thought was that I was free falling from the sky and I screamed, bracing myself for an impact that didn't come... As I continued to wake up from that period of unconsciousness and gather my senses, it become obvious that I was hanging, by the waist, down the side of a sheer drop. My face hurt like hell-fire and I looked around, trying to figure out just what the fuck had happened... We had spoken and set off leaving the camp... that truck had come... I had started to climb down.. and then..-
“Rea kicked me...”
-It all came flooding back. Why had he done that? Why would he? My gaze peered down and I saw a body. My heart jumped up into my throat... 'Rea' … I fought to get my footing, I was in terrible pain, all my bones felt broken and It was hard to reach up just to grasp the rope. After great difficulty, I managed to find a ledge to dig my toes into and brace whilst I got a good handling on the rope itself. I peered down again, trying to get a better look at that body... It wasn't Rea... It was a rebel... so where was he? … I waited a few minutes, trying to listen for anything up top. Had he abandoned me? Left me behind? Used me as a distraction to get away? None of this was making sense.... I could hear Nothing.-
“Rea?! For fuck sake, Are you there?”
-I knew that I could be calling out to the enemy right now. But I no longer cared. I was done. Every single inch of me felt like it was falling apart and I just couldn't give a shit. I needed to know and when nobody answered me, I started to climb... And that was no easy task, it took me way longer than it should have. I estimated that I hung close to 25ft from the top, but it took over an hour for me to pull my way up. Little by little, bracing myself to gather enough strength to pull myself through the bone shattering agony that riddled my body.-
-When I reached the top, I threw my arm up and over, Dragging myself the rest of the way and rolling onto my back in utter exhaustion. I smelled Death... and I felt afraid of what I was going to find... I staggered to my feet and gasped at the scene I found unfolding around Me... Hell had come once again, and it had not left empty handed...
(03/02/16 : 18:59:15)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I saw another dead rebel. Lying face down in the dirt with Rea's Swiss army knife jammed into the back of his skull. And then Another slumped against the the rise of the hill, riddled with bullet holes. There was a third rebel, with several shots to the head lying off to my left and then a Fourth further up the hill... But mostly by feral glare fixed on one in particular. One close to me, near the edge of the cliff.
A Large Scottish Man.
He was lying on his back and I counted over a dozen bullet holes in his torso.
My Friend.
..Rea..
-He had tricked Me. He knew I wouldn't leave him behind. So he had kicked me off the cliff and knocked me out cold. And whilst I had hung there, out of sight. He had protected Me, fought to the death to stop them from getting by him and to Me. He had saved my life, and it had cost him, his own.-
-I continued to just stand there and stare at him. Shaking my head slowly and refusing to accept it.-
-I didn't know how long I had been unconscious for. It was daylight, but it could be a new day, I could have been out for minutes, hours, or days. I had no clue. I also, did not know how long I stood there staring at His body.. I only moved when I heard a gargled whimper. It came from off to my side, near the hill. I turned my head slowly and saw that one of the rebel bodies was moving. The one half way up the hill. He wasn't dead, just seriously injured and appeared to be trying to get up but couldn't even get off his back.-
-My gaze darkened. This place sought to make me into a Monster, and though I had often... slipped … I had fought to keep at least -some- semblance of my humanity... but if it fucking wanted a Monster... I would show it One... And these fucking terrorist cunts. They had taken everything from Me. My Squad, My future, and my best friend... I started to walk towards that rebel, but my limbs were fucked up and that hill was testing on my strength, I could hardly climb it and before long I was crawling up the hill on my hands and knees towards that piece of shit...
(03/02/16 : 19:20:26)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -He saw me coming and gasped for breath. He had been shot multiple times through the chest and stomach... “Please” … he whimpered … “Help” … I grasped his ankle and used it to help pull me the rest of the way up until I knelt in the muddy grass beside him. He was near death, I could tell. This was one of four bodies up here, and including the one at the bottom of the cliff, that made five. Rea had taken them all out himself. What a Legend... “Doctor” ...Gasped the Rebel as I knelt beside him.-
“You killed Rea.”
-I said quietly. He started to say something, but I clamped my hand over his mouth. I wasn't interested in anything he had to say. I leaned on him and roughly shoved myself up to my feet. I took his ankle in both of my hands and started to drag him down the hill. He tried to resist, tried to grab at the ground, but he was just too weak for such efforts and I had him near the cliff edge in no time. I snatched up the loop of rope that had once fastened around my waist and for a moment, I considered putting it around his neck... but I did not. Instead, I drew his legs together and tightened the loop around his ankles firmly. Tugging on it several times to make sure it was secure. He started to weep and beg for … “Forgiveness! Forgiveness!” … But I said nothing. I was no longer acknowledging his existence. I left him there helplessly and moved towards one of the other bodies. The face down corpse... My fingers coiled around Rea's Swiss army knife and I yanked it free with a twist. And when I returned to him, The rebel had managed to sit up, holding his hands out defensively … “Forgiveness! I surrender! Surrender!” … I moved around behind him, grasping a handful of his hair and jerking his head up to force him to peer over the cliff.-
“There is No Surrender.”
-I growled, more to myself than to him. Without hesitation, I placed that knife against his throat, and slit it open from ear to ear. Blood sprayed like a fountain and I kicked him in the back, launching him over the edge of the cliff. His body fell for twenty feet and then slammed against the cliff face. He was left there, hanging by his feet as his blood painted the white cliff face in a river of red, pouring from his open throat like a waterfall.-
(03/02/16 : 19:51:03)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I buried Rea. He deserved a proper burial. I didn't care how injured I was, how much everything hurt, or how near to death I really was. He deserved it. I used my hands, and some times one of the rifles. Digging just enough to bury him two feet under. I couldn't give him a proper grave stone, but I did use a boulder to mark the head of his resting place. I had carved a large + into it's face. Just to state... This is the place … This is where my best friend passed on into the after life and finally found the true peace that he deserved. I didn't cry. I had no tears left to shed. I knelt beside, kissed my palm and then laid it down onto the pile of dirt above where his heart would be.-
“Better You, Than Me.”
-I said with a little smirk. Remembering one of our many moments together. I would never forget him. I stayed a little while, but knew it was time to go, So I rose to my feet and turned away. Leaving my hand print in the ground and moving towards one of the Rebels. I collected his weapons, along with everybody else's and then approached the abandoned pick up truck at the top of the hill. I kept two pistols tucked into my belt and put all of the rifles in the back, hidden under a dirty sheet. The keys were still in the ignition, so I fired it up and Headed West.-
-I drove for hours and the truck didn't even have a dashboard so I had no idea if I would even have enough petrol. I tried to stay off the main roads and instead went across country. Making sure to stay in dry areas and not risk getting caught in any muddy swamp zones that were scattered around these parts. Especially after the heavy downpour during the night of the camp ambush... Eventually, I wound up in a little village to the far West. It sat along the coast overlooking the Mediterranean ocean. Just on the far horizon of that ocean was Cyprus... -
-I drove through the village until I found the docks and I pulled up to a stop in a quaint little parking lot. For a while I sat there, just observing everything around me. I couldn't tell if my pain had numbed some, or whether I was just getting used to it... There was a little booth at the front of the parking lot and built upon the docks. A bearded local sat inside reading a newspaper of some sort. I jumped out of the truck and made my way towards him after checking that nobody else was around.-
“Hey there.” … I said, when I reached the open archway into his booth. … “You got any boats for sale?”
(03/02/16 : 20:18:28)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -He was startled by my presence and folded up the newspaper, scowling at Me- … “No.” … he snapped before babbling something in foreign and waving me off. I knew he could speak English, he had given that away by answering my question. If he didn't know English he wouldn't have been able to do that. I glanced around and saw several row boats all through the docks. I only needed one of them. I turned back to him and forced a smile, hiding the pain inside that was causing me to feel vicious. All I could see in my head, was everybody dying. Over and Over Again.-
“I just want one boat. Please.”
-But he was having none of it. He got to his feet, threw down the paper and started to usher me away with the waves of his hands... “No. Go away English. Nothing for You here! Go! Go away!” … I stepped backwards to avoid a slap as he continued to wave his hands at Me.-
“Look. I have this to trade. For just one ship. Look. You can have it.”
-I moved to the truck and pulled open the door, grabbing the keys and holding them up. I pulled back the sheets and revealed the assault rifles in the back. Rea's bergen sat in the passenger seat, but that was not part of the package.-
“You can have all of this. For just one boat. Please.. I need a boat. Please.”
-I was not a Man who liked to beg, but I couldn't swim from here to Cyprus. I needed to get there, and get a plane back home. The Muslim man looked inside the truck, and then at the rifles. I could tell that his greedy mind was considering it. But in the end, it just did not tempt him to agree to business with Me... “No! Go Away. Nothing here for You.” … He repeated. I sighed as he turned to walk away, I looked around and saw that it was still the same, nobody to seen anywhere near this part of town.-
“Well... I Tried..”
-I said with a flat tone... I reached back and drew a pistol from my belt. I took aim at the back of his head and squeezed the trigger. It only took one shot. The bullet popped into the back of his skull and exploded out of the front. Dropping him to the ground dead. I was a Monster now after all, and anything that got in my way, become expendable.
(03/02/16 : 20:42:42)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -For a few moments I waited, to see if anybody would come and investigate the loud, clap of gunfire. But nobody did. This wasn't England. It was a crude culture and I quickly claimed the bergen, hurrying down the dock and tossing the bag into the first row boat I came to. I jumped into it, untied the rope and quickly began to Row...-
..And Row..
..And Rowwwww...
..Aaaaaand Rowwwwww..
-It was bloody hard. Not at all like the movies. My mind drew back to a specific movie I had once watched on my own.. The Notebook... I loved that movie... I remembered how the Gosling fellow had just cruised along in his little row boat... fucking show off... It was nowhere near that smooth and I looked like a fucking flailing idiot... It might have been because I was so messed up inside with all the bruises and fractures, that I was just … weak.. But progress was slow and it took me hours and hours just to get half way towards that Island of Cyprus. It suddenly -whilst I was there in the middle of the Mediterranean sea- became very apparent to me exactly what I was doing... I peered over the side of the boat and saw straight down into the water...-
“Jesus, fuck on a stick!”
-I could see everything. Fish, coral, the sea bed. It was absolutely terrifying. Back again on my kryptonite. Water. I had never felt so scared in my life. I kept rowing, but became very cautious of trying not to rock or tip the boat in any way. I refused to look down again and stared at the clouds. Just rowing and rowing, and rowing as I sung songs in my head... Meat Loaf mostly... Objects in the Rear View Mirror.. it helped. For a while at least... At one point I was absolutely certain that I saw not one... but two shark fins. Circling in my wake. Where they following me? Where they going to tip my boat over and eat me? … Oh God, I hope it's not Jaws … I kept trying not to panic and just rowed for all I was worth. Every stroke did more damage to my rib, I was sure of it. But that pain was no stranger to me now. It was different... It wasn't unwelcome here... I deserved it... I embraced it... I became the very definition of Monster, and that pain, was just part of the package.-
-Some time later, I came approximately 400ft from a shore of Cyprus. I could see the specks of people on the beach. Not many, but enough to notice a row boat approaching them. I didn't want to be noticed. I needed to blend in.-
“But I don't want to fucking swim in THAT!”
-I barked. Arguing with myself... 'Bloody Hell' … I had no choice, and I knew it... but getting myself to actually -do- it was another thing entirely. I sat there, free floating for about half an hour, just watching. Scouting the waters for any sign of a shark. And not just sharks. But any fish that was bigger than my shoe. Newp. Not happening. No Thanks. K? Bye Felicia. Out of the question... Eventually, I couldn't procrastinate any longer. I stripped down to my boxer briefs. Then I grabbed the two floats in the bed of the row boat and tied them to Rea's waterproof bergen. I had stripped off, so that if I was spotted. I'd just looked like another tourist swimmer. Unless they took a closer look and saw all the welts, bruises, and bumps that covered me from head to toe. I just hoped the blood from the tiny cuts wouldn't draw those bloody sharks... I took a deep breath, hugged the bergen, and jumped in.
(03/02/16 : 20:57:11)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I started swimming immediately. I let the floating bergen lead the way, holding onto it for support and just kicking my legs frantically. I had avoided water at all costs. So I had never done any experienced swimming classes. I just knew to kick and go. So that is what I did. I dared not stop. Because that meant Die. I could not tread water, or float. I feared that if I went -under- I would not be skilled enough to get back up to the surface, and I would just sink. And die. So I kept swimming. Even though it hurt. Even though I felt exhausted. Even though my body was cramping and didn't want me to go on. I just swam. Because I didn't want to die. I couldn't look anywhere either. I was scared of what I would see. Fish too close perhaps. A shark. Something could eat me at any moment. But it had to catch me first. And I kept swimming. Waves came rolling in from behind me due to the tide coming in. so that helped. Propelling me forwards.-
-At last. I made it. Staggering onto the bleach and collapsing. Perhaps I wanted to cry. So relieved to have made it. So happy to be out of the water. But I didn't cry. I just sat there, a blank, stoic look on my face, and started to pull a change of clothes out of the bergen... Rea was bigger than I, so the clothes were loose. But they were at least clean. A pair of baggy tan coloured pants, and a matching jumper. Plain combat gear basically. I had nothing on my feet other than a pair of black socks. That wasn't too odd right?
-I rummaged more through the bag and I found a brown envelope. It was Rea's money. Twenty thousand euros. I didn't think about it and stuffed into into the waist band of my pants, hiding it flat against my stomach, under the jumper. I found only spare clothes and a few empty water bottles. I wiped the pistols down and stuffed them into the bag. Then I searched the secluded area of beach and found some stones and rocks which I put into the bergen as well. Then, with a departing heave of strength. I threw it into the water.-
-After leaving the beach, I just focused on appearing normal and relaxed like any other tourist. The swim had washed all the dirt and blood off me. But I no doubt looked a sight. I hadn't had a hair cut in quite a while and I also had a scruffy beard going on. I fell into the flow of the crowd on the main pathway and followed sign posts to the airport. I had of course, always kept my passport on my person, which I had stored in Rea's pack for most of the travel here. But now that was in my pants pocket and I kept touching it sub consciously, scared of losing it or being pick pocketed.-
-When I finally found the airport, I made my way inside and approached the main counter. I asked for a ticket to the next flight out in England... but I was told that the next flight wasn't for another 20hours and I just didn't want to stay in Cyprus for that long. I couldn't risk it and wanted to get away.-
“What's the next flight out? To anywhere?”
-The desk worker tapped away on her keyboard and after a few minutes, turning the monitor for me to see what she had brought up on display... “We have a flight leaving in two hours... I have a seat on there available... It's going to Florida, USA.” … I grunted. It would have to do. I'd figure something else out once I got there. I told her that I would return very shortly after I withdrew some money out of the bank. Time to get the fuck out of this god forsaken part of the world.
(03/02/16 : 21:06:12)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I didn't go to the bank of course. Instead I wandered back out of the airport and towards a nearby cluster of stores. I found a place selling clothes. I bought a pair of black jeans in my size. A short sleeved black shirt, some fresh underwear, a pair of leather boots, a belt, and some sunglasses, after seeing just how bruised my eyes were. I had a badly cut lip and bruises on my forehead. My jaw was bruised badly too, but hidden beneath that scruffy, wild beard. I also bought some soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. I paid with some of the euros, and then left to get back to the airport. I went into one of the bathrooms and stripped off. It was not unseen, fliers often got cleaned up in bathrooms at airports between flights. But I didn't know how I would explain the extreme state of my body. Just looking at it in the mirror made me wince. So blackened and beaten. It didn't even look like me. Just a walking corpse.-
-Fortunately, nobody came into the bathroom. I was able to get a full body wash with the sinks and my new soap. I brushed my teeth and it hurt like hell. All my teeth felt loose and broken. When I rinsed with mouthwash, my knees almost buckled from the simmering burn... After that, I got dressed into my new clothes and threw the old ones, along with the soap and such, into the trash. I counted out enough money for the ticket and slotted it into my passport. Then I kept the rest in the envelope and tucked it away.
-It was the same woman when I got back to the counter. She got me booked in and directed me to the right terminal. At the entrance. I saw a thick crowd passing through the scanners. It was busy. I had forgotten to buy a coat. So I was just in that black shirt. And I didn't have -anything- to put in the trays either. That's not odd right? … I was convinced that I was going to set off the alarm on one of the scanners. And when I passed through, I was convinced that the security staff where going to pull me aside and search me. They would find all the money, and there was blood on the envelope. But... it was busy, and they were preoccupied with others and I passed right through without a problem... within the hour... I was on a plane... heading for Florida...
(03/02/16 : 18:42:19)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I woke screaming. I'm not ashamed to admit that. When my eyes opened, I just saw... the ground... a long way beneath Me... my first thought was that I was free falling from the sky and I screamed, bracing myself for an impact that didn't come... As I continued to wake up from that period of unconsciousness and gather my senses, it become obvious that I was hanging, by the waist, down the side of a sheer drop. My face hurt like hell-fire and I looked around, trying to figure out just what the fuck had happened... We had spoken and set off leaving the camp... that truck had come... I had started to climb down.. and then..-
“Rea kicked me...”
-It all came flooding back. Why had he done that? Why would he? My gaze peered down and I saw a body. My heart jumped up into my throat... 'Rea' … I fought to get my footing, I was in terrible pain, all my bones felt broken and It was hard to reach up just to grasp the rope. After great difficulty, I managed to find a ledge to dig my toes into and brace whilst I got a good handling on the rope itself. I peered down again, trying to get a better look at that body... It wasn't Rea... It was a rebel... so where was he? … I waited a few minutes, trying to listen for anything up top. Had he abandoned me? Left me behind? Used me as a distraction to get away? None of this was making sense.... I could hear Nothing.-
“Rea?! For fuck sake, Are you there?”
-I knew that I could be calling out to the enemy right now. But I no longer cared. I was done. Every single inch of me felt like it was falling apart and I just couldn't give a shit. I needed to know and when nobody answered me, I started to climb... And that was no easy task, it took me way longer than it should have. I estimated that I hung close to 25ft from the top, but it took over an hour for me to pull my way up. Little by little, bracing myself to gather enough strength to pull myself through the bone shattering agony that riddled my body.-
-When I reached the top, I threw my arm up and over, Dragging myself the rest of the way and rolling onto my back in utter exhaustion. I smelled Death... and I felt afraid of what I was going to find... I staggered to my feet and gasped at the scene I found unfolding around Me... Hell had come once again, and it had not left empty handed...
(03/02/16 : 18:59:15)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I saw another dead rebel. Lying face down in the dirt with Rea's Swiss army knife jammed into the back of his skull. And then Another slumped against the the rise of the hill, riddled with bullet holes. There was a third rebel, with several shots to the head lying off to my left and then a Fourth further up the hill... But mostly by feral glare fixed on one in particular. One close to me, near the edge of the cliff.
A Large Scottish Man.
He was lying on his back and I counted over a dozen bullet holes in his torso.
My Friend.
..Rea..
-He had tricked Me. He knew I wouldn't leave him behind. So he had kicked me off the cliff and knocked me out cold. And whilst I had hung there, out of sight. He had protected Me, fought to the death to stop them from getting by him and to Me. He had saved my life, and it had cost him, his own.-
-I continued to just stand there and stare at him. Shaking my head slowly and refusing to accept it.-
-I didn't know how long I had been unconscious for. It was daylight, but it could be a new day, I could have been out for minutes, hours, or days. I had no clue. I also, did not know how long I stood there staring at His body.. I only moved when I heard a gargled whimper. It came from off to my side, near the hill. I turned my head slowly and saw that one of the rebel bodies was moving. The one half way up the hill. He wasn't dead, just seriously injured and appeared to be trying to get up but couldn't even get off his back.-
-My gaze darkened. This place sought to make me into a Monster, and though I had often... slipped … I had fought to keep at least -some- semblance of my humanity... but if it fucking wanted a Monster... I would show it One... And these fucking terrorist cunts. They had taken everything from Me. My Squad, My future, and my best friend... I started to walk towards that rebel, but my limbs were fucked up and that hill was testing on my strength, I could hardly climb it and before long I was crawling up the hill on my hands and knees towards that piece of shit...
(03/02/16 : 19:20:26)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -He saw me coming and gasped for breath. He had been shot multiple times through the chest and stomach... “Please” … he whimpered … “Help” … I grasped his ankle and used it to help pull me the rest of the way up until I knelt in the muddy grass beside him. He was near death, I could tell. This was one of four bodies up here, and including the one at the bottom of the cliff, that made five. Rea had taken them all out himself. What a Legend... “Doctor” ...Gasped the Rebel as I knelt beside him.-
“You killed Rea.”
-I said quietly. He started to say something, but I clamped my hand over his mouth. I wasn't interested in anything he had to say. I leaned on him and roughly shoved myself up to my feet. I took his ankle in both of my hands and started to drag him down the hill. He tried to resist, tried to grab at the ground, but he was just too weak for such efforts and I had him near the cliff edge in no time. I snatched up the loop of rope that had once fastened around my waist and for a moment, I considered putting it around his neck... but I did not. Instead, I drew his legs together and tightened the loop around his ankles firmly. Tugging on it several times to make sure it was secure. He started to weep and beg for … “Forgiveness! Forgiveness!” … But I said nothing. I was no longer acknowledging his existence. I left him there helplessly and moved towards one of the other bodies. The face down corpse... My fingers coiled around Rea's Swiss army knife and I yanked it free with a twist. And when I returned to him, The rebel had managed to sit up, holding his hands out defensively … “Forgiveness! I surrender! Surrender!” … I moved around behind him, grasping a handful of his hair and jerking his head up to force him to peer over the cliff.-
“There is No Surrender.”
-I growled, more to myself than to him. Without hesitation, I placed that knife against his throat, and slit it open from ear to ear. Blood sprayed like a fountain and I kicked him in the back, launching him over the edge of the cliff. His body fell for twenty feet and then slammed against the cliff face. He was left there, hanging by his feet as his blood painted the white cliff face in a river of red, pouring from his open throat like a waterfall.-
(03/02/16 : 19:51:03)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I buried Rea. He deserved a proper burial. I didn't care how injured I was, how much everything hurt, or how near to death I really was. He deserved it. I used my hands, and some times one of the rifles. Digging just enough to bury him two feet under. I couldn't give him a proper grave stone, but I did use a boulder to mark the head of his resting place. I had carved a large + into it's face. Just to state... This is the place … This is where my best friend passed on into the after life and finally found the true peace that he deserved. I didn't cry. I had no tears left to shed. I knelt beside, kissed my palm and then laid it down onto the pile of dirt above where his heart would be.-
“Better You, Than Me.”
-I said with a little smirk. Remembering one of our many moments together. I would never forget him. I stayed a little while, but knew it was time to go, So I rose to my feet and turned away. Leaving my hand print in the ground and moving towards one of the Rebels. I collected his weapons, along with everybody else's and then approached the abandoned pick up truck at the top of the hill. I kept two pistols tucked into my belt and put all of the rifles in the back, hidden under a dirty sheet. The keys were still in the ignition, so I fired it up and Headed West.-
-I drove for hours and the truck didn't even have a dashboard so I had no idea if I would even have enough petrol. I tried to stay off the main roads and instead went across country. Making sure to stay in dry areas and not risk getting caught in any muddy swamp zones that were scattered around these parts. Especially after the heavy downpour during the night of the camp ambush... Eventually, I wound up in a little village to the far West. It sat along the coast overlooking the Mediterranean ocean. Just on the far horizon of that ocean was Cyprus... -
-I drove through the village until I found the docks and I pulled up to a stop in a quaint little parking lot. For a while I sat there, just observing everything around me. I couldn't tell if my pain had numbed some, or whether I was just getting used to it... There was a little booth at the front of the parking lot and built upon the docks. A bearded local sat inside reading a newspaper of some sort. I jumped out of the truck and made my way towards him after checking that nobody else was around.-
“Hey there.” … I said, when I reached the open archway into his booth. … “You got any boats for sale?”
(03/02/16 : 20:18:28)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -He was startled by my presence and folded up the newspaper, scowling at Me- … “No.” … he snapped before babbling something in foreign and waving me off. I knew he could speak English, he had given that away by answering my question. If he didn't know English he wouldn't have been able to do that. I glanced around and saw several row boats all through the docks. I only needed one of them. I turned back to him and forced a smile, hiding the pain inside that was causing me to feel vicious. All I could see in my head, was everybody dying. Over and Over Again.-
“I just want one boat. Please.”
-But he was having none of it. He got to his feet, threw down the paper and started to usher me away with the waves of his hands... “No. Go away English. Nothing for You here! Go! Go away!” … I stepped backwards to avoid a slap as he continued to wave his hands at Me.-
“Look. I have this to trade. For just one ship. Look. You can have it.”
-I moved to the truck and pulled open the door, grabbing the keys and holding them up. I pulled back the sheets and revealed the assault rifles in the back. Rea's bergen sat in the passenger seat, but that was not part of the package.-
“You can have all of this. For just one boat. Please.. I need a boat. Please.”
-I was not a Man who liked to beg, but I couldn't swim from here to Cyprus. I needed to get there, and get a plane back home. The Muslim man looked inside the truck, and then at the rifles. I could tell that his greedy mind was considering it. But in the end, it just did not tempt him to agree to business with Me... “No! Go Away. Nothing here for You.” … He repeated. I sighed as he turned to walk away, I looked around and saw that it was still the same, nobody to seen anywhere near this part of town.-
“Well... I Tried..”
-I said with a flat tone... I reached back and drew a pistol from my belt. I took aim at the back of his head and squeezed the trigger. It only took one shot. The bullet popped into the back of his skull and exploded out of the front. Dropping him to the ground dead. I was a Monster now after all, and anything that got in my way, become expendable.
(03/02/16 : 20:42:42)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -For a few moments I waited, to see if anybody would come and investigate the loud, clap of gunfire. But nobody did. This wasn't England. It was a crude culture and I quickly claimed the bergen, hurrying down the dock and tossing the bag into the first row boat I came to. I jumped into it, untied the rope and quickly began to Row...-
..And Row..
..And Rowwwww...
..Aaaaaand Rowwwwww..
-It was bloody hard. Not at all like the movies. My mind drew back to a specific movie I had once watched on my own.. The Notebook... I loved that movie... I remembered how the Gosling fellow had just cruised along in his little row boat... fucking show off... It was nowhere near that smooth and I looked like a fucking flailing idiot... It might have been because I was so messed up inside with all the bruises and fractures, that I was just … weak.. But progress was slow and it took me hours and hours just to get half way towards that Island of Cyprus. It suddenly -whilst I was there in the middle of the Mediterranean sea- became very apparent to me exactly what I was doing... I peered over the side of the boat and saw straight down into the water...-
“Jesus, fuck on a stick!”
-I could see everything. Fish, coral, the sea bed. It was absolutely terrifying. Back again on my kryptonite. Water. I had never felt so scared in my life. I kept rowing, but became very cautious of trying not to rock or tip the boat in any way. I refused to look down again and stared at the clouds. Just rowing and rowing, and rowing as I sung songs in my head... Meat Loaf mostly... Objects in the Rear View Mirror.. it helped. For a while at least... At one point I was absolutely certain that I saw not one... but two shark fins. Circling in my wake. Where they following me? Where they going to tip my boat over and eat me? … Oh God, I hope it's not Jaws … I kept trying not to panic and just rowed for all I was worth. Every stroke did more damage to my rib, I was sure of it. But that pain was no stranger to me now. It was different... It wasn't unwelcome here... I deserved it... I embraced it... I became the very definition of Monster, and that pain, was just part of the package.-
-Some time later, I came approximately 400ft from a shore of Cyprus. I could see the specks of people on the beach. Not many, but enough to notice a row boat approaching them. I didn't want to be noticed. I needed to blend in.-
“But I don't want to fucking swim in THAT!”
-I barked. Arguing with myself... 'Bloody Hell' … I had no choice, and I knew it... but getting myself to actually -do- it was another thing entirely. I sat there, free floating for about half an hour, just watching. Scouting the waters for any sign of a shark. And not just sharks. But any fish that was bigger than my shoe. Newp. Not happening. No Thanks. K? Bye Felicia. Out of the question... Eventually, I couldn't procrastinate any longer. I stripped down to my boxer briefs. Then I grabbed the two floats in the bed of the row boat and tied them to Rea's waterproof bergen. I had stripped off, so that if I was spotted. I'd just looked like another tourist swimmer. Unless they took a closer look and saw all the welts, bruises, and bumps that covered me from head to toe. I just hoped the blood from the tiny cuts wouldn't draw those bloody sharks... I took a deep breath, hugged the bergen, and jumped in.
(03/02/16 : 20:57:11)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I started swimming immediately. I let the floating bergen lead the way, holding onto it for support and just kicking my legs frantically. I had avoided water at all costs. So I had never done any experienced swimming classes. I just knew to kick and go. So that is what I did. I dared not stop. Because that meant Die. I could not tread water, or float. I feared that if I went -under- I would not be skilled enough to get back up to the surface, and I would just sink. And die. So I kept swimming. Even though it hurt. Even though I felt exhausted. Even though my body was cramping and didn't want me to go on. I just swam. Because I didn't want to die. I couldn't look anywhere either. I was scared of what I would see. Fish too close perhaps. A shark. Something could eat me at any moment. But it had to catch me first. And I kept swimming. Waves came rolling in from behind me due to the tide coming in. so that helped. Propelling me forwards.-
-At last. I made it. Staggering onto the bleach and collapsing. Perhaps I wanted to cry. So relieved to have made it. So happy to be out of the water. But I didn't cry. I just sat there, a blank, stoic look on my face, and started to pull a change of clothes out of the bergen... Rea was bigger than I, so the clothes were loose. But they were at least clean. A pair of baggy tan coloured pants, and a matching jumper. Plain combat gear basically. I had nothing on my feet other than a pair of black socks. That wasn't too odd right?
-I rummaged more through the bag and I found a brown envelope. It was Rea's money. Twenty thousand euros. I didn't think about it and stuffed into into the waist band of my pants, hiding it flat against my stomach, under the jumper. I found only spare clothes and a few empty water bottles. I wiped the pistols down and stuffed them into the bag. Then I searched the secluded area of beach and found some stones and rocks which I put into the bergen as well. Then, with a departing heave of strength. I threw it into the water.-
-After leaving the beach, I just focused on appearing normal and relaxed like any other tourist. The swim had washed all the dirt and blood off me. But I no doubt looked a sight. I hadn't had a hair cut in quite a while and I also had a scruffy beard going on. I fell into the flow of the crowd on the main pathway and followed sign posts to the airport. I had of course, always kept my passport on my person, which I had stored in Rea's pack for most of the travel here. But now that was in my pants pocket and I kept touching it sub consciously, scared of losing it or being pick pocketed.-
-When I finally found the airport, I made my way inside and approached the main counter. I asked for a ticket to the next flight out in England... but I was told that the next flight wasn't for another 20hours and I just didn't want to stay in Cyprus for that long. I couldn't risk it and wanted to get away.-
“What's the next flight out? To anywhere?”
-The desk worker tapped away on her keyboard and after a few minutes, turning the monitor for me to see what she had brought up on display... “We have a flight leaving in two hours... I have a seat on there available... It's going to Florida, USA.” … I grunted. It would have to do. I'd figure something else out once I got there. I told her that I would return very shortly after I withdrew some money out of the bank. Time to get the fuck out of this god forsaken part of the world.
(03/02/16 : 21:06:12)
||One Mind, Any Weapon||
.D A M O N -A P E X- T H O R N T O N.
.Mercenary || Normandy Squad.
World At War Staff
= AoR: SYRIA =
-A land of fertile plains, high mountains, and deserts. Syria is a country in Western Asia, and Syrian territory borders Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the North, Iraq to the East, Jordan to the South, and Israel to the Southwest-
says to ALL: -I didn't go to the bank of course. Instead I wandered back out of the airport and towards a nearby cluster of stores. I found a place selling clothes. I bought a pair of black jeans in my size. A short sleeved black shirt, some fresh underwear, a pair of leather boots, a belt, and some sunglasses, after seeing just how bruised my eyes were. I had a badly cut lip and bruises on my forehead. My jaw was bruised badly too, but hidden beneath that scruffy, wild beard. I also bought some soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. I paid with some of the euros, and then left to get back to the airport. I went into one of the bathrooms and stripped off. It was not unseen, fliers often got cleaned up in bathrooms at airports between flights. But I didn't know how I would explain the extreme state of my body. Just looking at it in the mirror made me wince. So blackened and beaten. It didn't even look like me. Just a walking corpse.-
-Fortunately, nobody came into the bathroom. I was able to get a full body wash with the sinks and my new soap. I brushed my teeth and it hurt like hell. All my teeth felt loose and broken. When I rinsed with mouthwash, my knees almost buckled from the simmering burn... After that, I got dressed into my new clothes and threw the old ones, along with the soap and such, into the trash. I counted out enough money for the ticket and slotted it into my passport. Then I kept the rest in the envelope and tucked it away.
-It was the same woman when I got back to the counter. She got me booked in and directed me to the right terminal. At the entrance. I saw a thick crowd passing through the scanners. It was busy. I had forgotten to buy a coat. So I was just in that black shirt. And I didn't have -anything- to put in the trays either. That's not odd right? … I was convinced that I was going to set off the alarm on one of the scanners. And when I passed through, I was convinced that the security staff where going to pull me aside and search me. They would find all the money, and there was blood on the envelope. But... it was busy, and they were preoccupied with others and I passed right through without a problem... within the hour... I was on a plane... heading for Florida...