"This crippled mousetrap shall be a fit end. A bit of gunpowder and a piece of lead will be all the justice needed. Retribution for lawless deeds draped in the guise of love for all mankind. This man falls tonight." A shot...stumbled escape...time awaits. He crouches quietly behind swollen barrels of rusting nails and peers through the spintered pine wall. Slow hooves clomp along the lamp lit path. Nearby chatter hangs close to distant lips. He can only decipher their hurried tones. "The man is surely dead. And along with his shattered skull rest the weakened notions of tyranny. This beloved homeland is now rid of his toxic image and tarnished beliefs." A gathering begins to approach the makeshift fortress. The greenstick break continues to pulse through the bloodied shin and needles into his temple. He twists toward armed shadows as they slide among fields of dancing dust particles. "How can they oppose my actions? They all wanted this - prayed for his death and yet none would commit. And now I will share his realm. Sic Semper Tyrannis..." As he uttered the fleeting phrase, the explosion drowned his voice. The white flash reflected off the opposing wall. An unnatural force blew through his spine and threw his body limp into mounds of mildewed hay. |