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Blood bonds us together:
Hey guys .I have been writing this book called "Blood bonds us together" and here's the first chap....Hope you enjoy it...
Blood bonds us together
Ch1
" Parks”
A siren and then the juddering sound of a vehicle being started. The deadline to carry out the mission had finally dawned on him, though a lot more faster than he had expected.
A black cloth stretched and leaned all over the horizon, its smooth and perlite surface embroidered with dark,greyish and grimy tufts of clouds that would often weave their way into the other’s territory and then retreat back as they would see the others coming ,like the game of tag .
The sky was beautiful and accurate. But not perfect unlike his wife’s cloth work—"Jimena, the perfectionist” he used to call her when ever she used to sew his clothes, and he used to sit down there ,getting lost in the rhythm and the swiftness of the needle work.
The sky had one flaw. The moon—which to many others was a jewel, a precious stone that guided and helped the vulnerable but to him it was the ore of a virus. The origin through which the disease had spread throughout his country, his state.
“The one flaw that could take his life", he thought as his gaze stopped at the Ravenson forest beneath the moon. Twigs, rustles and overgrown bushes stood there waiting to pounce on him at the entrance but the real danger lurked inside. The vicious beasts who could torn a person to shreds in just a second .
“Was he willing to sacrifice himself for the good of his people", he thought and just then swiftly and abruptly, a voice in his head said "Yes” All this time, Parks had been looking out of the window, his fingers playing with the paper in his hand—crushing, twisting and turning it ,when suddenly he heard a clumsy and hesitant knock on the door. Throwing the scrunched up paper aside and straightening himself, he answered
“Come in”
A fresh and crisp soldier dressed in a navy blue suit stumbled his way in.His blonde hair were long and shoulder length that hung around his face like curtains —and Parks knew that they hadn't yet met with the shears . In his right hand, clutched tightly was a walkie talkie —that was an important object for a soldier’s life whilst in his other hand was a cup of coffee
“Seargent Parks. The vehicles are ready for your departure, he said while bowing down in front of him.
“What about the machines and guns", Parks said looking right at the newbie’s black eyes.
“Umm .I’m sorry Sir!I don’t get what you are saying?”
“I asked where are my guns. You pissworm!,Parks hadn't meant to yell at all but it came out as a shout ,probably due to the fear of what he was about to experience and partially because he couldn't go on a mission without his guns. A pistol named “ruthless” that rarely ever missed a shot and a shot gun named “Kaboom” that would always point at the right angle at the right time.
“I’m sorry", he said while running a hand through his neatly cropped hair.
“You know the danger I am about to face. Right? Its enough to get a man
angry:, he said smiling.
“Yes! I understand Sir", and with that the young lad edged towards the door, away from him.
“You may leave now", Parks said while pointing towards the door.
“Thanks Sir", and with that he ran towards the door ,opened it and disappeared leaving behind a distressed and fearful soldier.
With a courageous attire worn over his trembling one, Parks marched his way towards the base, where two tanks ,grime coated and scared stood looking towards the gigantic gate. Missiles and bullets had been implanted on every area of the tanks and as he reached nearer, Parks saw that the tanks too, like him were wearing an armor, though he realized his’s was more thinner and sleeker.
“Parks! Are you ready “,Mathews asked approaching him.
“Ready as I will ever be", Parks lied, patting his armor and tugging the straps of his backpack”
“Well then. Lets proceed towards hell", Mathews laughed
“Yeah...To Hell:, Parks thought and with that got inside the spacious tank with “Ruthless” and “Kaboom", dangling on his shoulder.
It was a long drive towards Hell, as Mathews had joked but nobody complained about there death been miles away.Infact,Parks was really glad for it gave him some time to think about Jimena. "What would she have said”, he thought and just then his mind answered him "Well probably she would have joked and said "Which religious rituals would you prefer at your funeral ? Burning to ash or being hoisted inside a grave.”
But as he thought about it, he realized that he wouldn't need any funeral for the beasts would take care of his body. As he was thinking about it, Albus beckoned him forward and asked him to exit the tank, and lead his forces to the Ravenson field.
Through the slice of space between his armor, Parks saw a glimmer in Albus’s eyes.” He’s happy because Ofcourse,he would be taking your post after you die “,a nagging voice in his brain said and even though Parks knew that ,that scum was wearing an armor, he still wanted to punch that jerk.
“I want to say something…...After I die…….”
“Yeah…...don’t worry...I’ll take care of everything, he interrupted and after this, Parks not only wanted to harm him but now intended to kill him.
It was a long way out of the tank ,because Park’s feet wont budge. “Maybe they knew what was coming for them “,he thought as he took another small step .He could feel his heartbeats,…...1,2,3,4……...54 ...he lost count by the time he was outside and had placed his first step on to the overgrown and wild moss.
Breathing heavily. Parks began to scan his surroundings —Long blade shaped twigs welcomed him at the entrance with poison ivy and other poisonous brambles dangling inside Hell. But he knew the real threat was inside ,waiting to pounce on him.
Keeping a firm hold on “Ruthless” and “Kaboom”, he began to walk forward and then motioned the other soldiers to do the same.
The air that night ,was thick and gloomy, contaminated with the prayers of the knot of soldiers and the evil intentions of the beasts. The forest ,imitating them had gone all silent and hushed up. It was very intense and frightening as every movement felt painful and every breath could be heard —some heavy while some light.
They all remained in this state for five to six minutes when after that, Parks gathered up his courage and began walking towards the entrance. After he reached the entrance, he lit up the torch and shone it onto the forest. As he did so, he heard a growl and then saw red dropped shaped eyes flickering in the distance.
“Fire!", he yelled as the beast pounced at him and made hm drop his guns..
“Fire...Fire...fire", he screamed as a long claw slashed across his face, making his face sting and bleed. He could feel blood ,taste it and could feel his life ebbing away.
“Fire…..Fire………”,he pleaded as the devil disguised in fur sliced through his flesh. Bit by bit as if enjoying himself.
No matter how hard he cried, no voices of gun shots could be heard, no cries of men. “Why’, he thought
Breathing, he looked around and saw himself lying inside the forest with a knot of fur coated beasts tearing and shredding his flesh. He could feel; tugs, slashes and pain as the horrendous beasts tore him to pieces
“No funeral needed ”, he thought as a menace with white fur lunged at him and clawed down his eyes.
20 likes and I'll post ch 2 next week
Blood bonds us together
Ch1
" Parks”
A siren and then the juddering sound of a vehicle being started. The deadline to carry out the mission had finally dawned on him, though a lot more faster than he had expected.
A black cloth stretched and leaned all over the horizon, its smooth and perlite surface embroidered with dark,greyish and grimy tufts of clouds that would often weave their way into the other’s territory and then retreat back as they would see the others coming ,like the game of tag .
The sky was beautiful and accurate. But not perfect unlike his wife’s cloth work—"Jimena, the perfectionist” he used to call her when ever she used to sew his clothes, and he used to sit down there ,getting lost in the rhythm and the swiftness of the needle work.
The sky had one flaw. The moon—which to many others was a jewel, a precious stone that guided and helped the vulnerable but to him it was the ore of a virus. The origin through which the disease had spread throughout his country, his state.
“The one flaw that could take his life", he thought as his gaze stopped at the Ravenson forest beneath the moon. Twigs, rustles and overgrown bushes stood there waiting to pounce on him at the entrance but the real danger lurked inside. The vicious beasts who could torn a person to shreds in just a second .
“Was he willing to sacrifice himself for the good of his people", he thought and just then swiftly and abruptly, a voice in his head said "Yes” All this time, Parks had been looking out of the window, his fingers playing with the paper in his hand—crushing, twisting and turning it ,when suddenly he heard a clumsy and hesitant knock on the door. Throwing the scrunched up paper aside and straightening himself, he answered
“Come in”
A fresh and crisp soldier dressed in a navy blue suit stumbled his way in.His blonde hair were long and shoulder length that hung around his face like curtains —and Parks knew that they hadn't yet met with the shears . In his right hand, clutched tightly was a walkie talkie —that was an important object for a soldier’s life whilst in his other hand was a cup of coffee
“Seargent Parks. The vehicles are ready for your departure, he said while bowing down in front of him.
“What about the machines and guns", Parks said looking right at the newbie’s black eyes.
“Umm .I’m sorry Sir!I don’t get what you are saying?”
“I asked where are my guns. You pissworm!,Parks hadn't meant to yell at all but it came out as a shout ,probably due to the fear of what he was about to experience and partially because he couldn't go on a mission without his guns. A pistol named “ruthless” that rarely ever missed a shot and a shot gun named “Kaboom” that would always point at the right angle at the right time.
“I’m sorry", he said while running a hand through his neatly cropped hair.
“You know the danger I am about to face. Right? Its enough to get a man
angry:, he said smiling.
“Yes! I understand Sir", and with that the young lad edged towards the door, away from him.
“You may leave now", Parks said while pointing towards the door.
“Thanks Sir", and with that he ran towards the door ,opened it and disappeared leaving behind a distressed and fearful soldier.
With a courageous attire worn over his trembling one, Parks marched his way towards the base, where two tanks ,grime coated and scared stood looking towards the gigantic gate. Missiles and bullets had been implanted on every area of the tanks and as he reached nearer, Parks saw that the tanks too, like him were wearing an armor, though he realized his’s was more thinner and sleeker.
“Parks! Are you ready “,Mathews asked approaching him.
“Ready as I will ever be", Parks lied, patting his armor and tugging the straps of his backpack”
“Well then. Lets proceed towards hell", Mathews laughed
“Yeah...To Hell:, Parks thought and with that got inside the spacious tank with “Ruthless” and “Kaboom", dangling on his shoulder.
It was a long drive towards Hell, as Mathews had joked but nobody complained about there death been miles away.Infact,Parks was really glad for it gave him some time to think about Jimena. "What would she have said”, he thought and just then his mind answered him "Well probably she would have joked and said "Which religious rituals would you prefer at your funeral ? Burning to ash or being hoisted inside a grave.”
But as he thought about it, he realized that he wouldn't need any funeral for the beasts would take care of his body. As he was thinking about it, Albus beckoned him forward and asked him to exit the tank, and lead his forces to the Ravenson field.
Through the slice of space between his armor, Parks saw a glimmer in Albus’s eyes.” He’s happy because Ofcourse,he would be taking your post after you die “,a nagging voice in his brain said and even though Parks knew that ,that scum was wearing an armor, he still wanted to punch that jerk.
“I want to say something…...After I die…….”
“Yeah…...don’t worry...I’ll take care of everything, he interrupted and after this, Parks not only wanted to harm him but now intended to kill him.
It was a long way out of the tank ,because Park’s feet wont budge. “Maybe they knew what was coming for them “,he thought as he took another small step .He could feel his heartbeats,…...1,2,3,4……...54 ...he lost count by the time he was outside and had placed his first step on to the overgrown and wild moss.
Breathing heavily. Parks began to scan his surroundings —Long blade shaped twigs welcomed him at the entrance with poison ivy and other poisonous brambles dangling inside Hell. But he knew the real threat was inside ,waiting to pounce on him.
Keeping a firm hold on “Ruthless” and “Kaboom”, he began to walk forward and then motioned the other soldiers to do the same.
The air that night ,was thick and gloomy, contaminated with the prayers of the knot of soldiers and the evil intentions of the beasts. The forest ,imitating them had gone all silent and hushed up. It was very intense and frightening as every movement felt painful and every breath could be heard —some heavy while some light.
They all remained in this state for five to six minutes when after that, Parks gathered up his courage and began walking towards the entrance. After he reached the entrance, he lit up the torch and shone it onto the forest. As he did so, he heard a growl and then saw red dropped shaped eyes flickering in the distance.
“Fire!", he yelled as the beast pounced at him and made hm drop his guns..
“Fire...Fire...fire", he screamed as a long claw slashed across his face, making his face sting and bleed. He could feel blood ,taste it and could feel his life ebbing away.
“Fire…..Fire………”,he pleaded as the devil disguised in fur sliced through his flesh. Bit by bit as if enjoying himself.
No matter how hard he cried, no voices of gun shots could be heard, no cries of men. “Why’, he thought
Breathing, he looked around and saw himself lying inside the forest with a knot of fur coated beasts tearing and shredding his flesh. He could feel; tugs, slashes and pain as the horrendous beasts tore him to pieces
“No funeral needed ”, he thought as a menace with white fur lunged at him and clawed down his eyes.
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