Forbidden Memories

Forbidden Memories


On an out cropping of the great mountains of Terra a lone figure is crouched low to the rocks over looking a small city. There he remains, watching and waiting. A burst of wind rushes over the rocky face of the mountains and catches the cloak of the figure causing it to sway with the breeze. As this happens a sword and gauntleted hands are revealed. The breeze continues into the woods and the sound of rustling trees can be heard.
The sun had set several hours ago, but this was not what terrified the guards of the city below the mountains. Avalanches, rockslides and things like that were what the guards had to worry about. In the guardhouse just outside the city limits three of the guards were about to patrol the perimeter around the city. One of the guards was already out the door.
“Come on you two.” Urged the eager guard. “If you guys keep going at this rate we might as well give up getting out of this dump.”
“Awe, shut it Charles.” Snapped one of the other guards.
“Jake, can you for once in your life not be rude?”
“Will you two boys be quiet?” A woman’s voice came from the far side of the station.
Jake looked over the piles of un-filed reports, trash, and several over turned tables. The station was bleak and a dump at that. The shades on the windows looked as though they would fall off the second they are used. The egg white paint was flaking and, in some parts, the gray and red stonework was exposed. Amidst the mess a female officer had her arms crossed as she stare over the shoulder of another officer. The dim light was reflecting off the metal pins on her blue uniform shirt.
She was watching a maintenance worker repair one of the computers. His dull gray uniform was starting to tear at some spots. Her attention was now on the other blue clad officers.
“Look Jane, I just want to get this patrol over with as soon as possible. Alright.” Sarcasm was noticeable in Jakes voice.
“What afraid of that ex-soldier who does not realize that the war here on Terra is over. You do realize he’s just a myth, right?”
“Right. I’ll believe that when the killings stop.”
Jake moved over to a pile of papers. He reached down and picked up a pile of papers and let them drop down on a nearby table.
“What are these Jake?” Asked Charles.
“These are the autopsy reports on the dead from your so called ‘Myth’.”
“So? All these show is that there is someone out there that knows how to cover his tracks when he kills. That does not make it the soldier you’re looking for.”
“Or does it? No one knows how to these kinds of killings anymore.” Jake pointed to one of the dead body pictures. “This one died from being hung.”
“So what does that mean Jake?” Asked Jane.
“It means that the only people that know how to do these kinds of killings are far to old to perform them.” Replied Jake.
“So…What? This soldier was frozen in time for… oh say… 10 years. And what? He thinks that his side is still fighting the war or is it that he can’t bear to accept the fact that they lost.”
There were no more words shared, no more comments. Each of the three grabbed a gun from the locker that hung from the wall. It to like everything else was falling apart. The shadow of night was like a blanket and it was nearly impossible for them to see. Their flashlights helped illuminate the path that they now traveled.
The figure on the rocky alcove turned his head and stared at the lights as they dance among the trees. Silent as a cat he moves from rock to rock until he reaches the forest. Once there he begins to climb a tree. One of the guards passes by with his gun raised. As he does the figure grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him up into the tree. The only sounds are the thud of the guard’s gun the cracking of his neck.
The two other guards came back to this spot. Charles found Jakes rifle. Jane stayed a little ways behind.
“Damn! Someone got Jake. Lets move out Jane I don’t like this.” Charles turns around Jane is not there. “Jane!” Turning as he calls he finally finds Jane and walks over to her.
“Jane there you are. Come on let’s get back to base.”
As he touches Jane, her body slumps over and falls to the wayside. Her neck is covered in a crimson liquid.
“Oh, Shit!” Charles starts to back up but hits something hard. As he turns around he sees the soldier that Jake was talking about. He reaches down with one of his gauntleted hands and draws his sword.
“Y-You do exist.” Those were Charles’s last words.
The figure, with a practiced motion, swung the sword and the dull thud of Charles’s head hitting the ground was the only noise in the area. The figure reaches into his cloak and pulls out a small device with a small red light on it. He pushes it. The roar of rocks can be heard in the distance along with the screams of the people in the town. The figure stalks off into the shadows once more.