the year is indeterminate, but what is happening is ever so clear to me..2nd pangea had come, the time when the continents drifted together again, opposite side of the planet from origional pangea.
the government, had only kept us around until now because the vast distances put between "tribes" brought about the need for money, for commerce, so that they could pay the taxes required to import and export certain goods for monetary purposes, and now, since the re-union of these land masses, 2nd pangea had come, and now china was on the other side of a great salt river, and the poeple no longer needed the government to conduct these actions in our place, we could grab a boat and be in russia in a matter of hours, the government decided that the anarchy would be too much, we were no longer needed for our money, and they decided to kill off any who were not a part of that process....and this is where i come into play, for the first part of three....
i stand on the front of a tank that happens to be about a city block wide, and about 2 or three blocks long, made for a special purpose, they did their job well, the job of course, was to roll right over the cities where the unruly lived, the unruly being the civilian population, anyone not directly tied into how shit worked,
now, to the left all that could be seen was a row of these machines of death, and to the right as well, i stand up on the front with a gun, and a sword on my waist, i am shooting people, and slashing those that make it past the bullets, men to my left and right doing the same, men, women, children, old and young alike, were shot, stabbed, beaten, and cut until they fell, we were killing those that climbed up from the bottom to escape the crushing death they would otherwise receive.. and as our troops were pulled into the masses, our job was to kill that officer, and replace him immediately, for fear that they would be tortured, or otherwise used for the masses needs, which were not our own, and as they fell and the blood flew, you couldn't help but notice that your were soaking wet in what was , not a moment before, the liquid that kept these poeple alive, but no remorse, fuck it all and fucking no regrets,
they die under my blade, and my bullets, i am a highly trained and perfect killing machine, i do, what i do, and that is all, no regrets, BOOM!!BOOM!!BOOM!! SLICE, BANG CHOP,kill them all was the order of the day.....
i awaken at that moment , with the cannons goin off all around me, and i roll out of bed and try to crawl under the concrete brick that is my bed in this we call a jail cell..i feel wet, i see blood, i hear screaming, and dying on all sides of me...a few mimnutes later i realise this is only a dream, i get up, dust myself off, get a drink of water, and crawl back into bed, dreams have always been a strange friend of mine, and so i drift off with the thought that it is only a dream, and all is well, all is well, all is well.....
and no sooner than i drift off, i am looking a dirty man in the face, and some kid just spit on me, "what the fuck", i wonder, "is going on now?"
i am on trial, being judged for my deeds, the things i have done, my crimes against the living,
these are the ones we could not find, those hiding from the guns, the tanks, the death that we would so eagerly and unerringly bring upon them, i am in one of the camps they use that we for some reason cannot seem to find, and i am on trial..a leading officer of death, and i have the badge to prove it, as i look down and see it under the foot of the judge who seems to have already decided my fate, i stand no trial, i am brought to a gallows, i look around at the dirty faces, smeared with tears, and all angry, crying about those that have died so far..i am the one who necessitated the killing, the man who knew them, and how to kill them, and as they slip the rope around my neck, i am asked if there are any last words before i drop..and i of course say,"yes, three actually" the man says, "say your words, then"..as i utter these words they sound to me a mix of latin and seminole.."SIALUS, NAHKHU`USH, MAH`KHUSHREY`AHD!!"
At this, i kick the door out from under me, and the drop was too short, i will swing for a bit before i fade away into nothingness, as i swing, i first feel, a hum, a vibration, and then it is heard, the poeple lok around, they see nothing, and then from the distance, in the sky, there seem to be a swarm of locusts heading our way, from every direction, ..
these are not locusts , and as they come closer, the poeple know it too, and when the sky fortresses start dropping the bombs, i begin to fade, i am dying, but watching poeple be blown apart in the interim, bombs taht were made for this purpose alone, these poeple tried to take a deserving life, but they still paid for it, again, the men, women, children, old and young, were dying in front of me, i am bloody, and suffocating, and smiling.....
i awaken again, in my cell, my sweet cozy jail cell, grateful to breathe, and i am breathing, fast and hard, i am scared to death, there is no reason this should be happening to me, i am afraid, but i drink a little more water, and i slowly drift back off to sleep, sure that it is finally over, my neck hurts from the rope, and i am not sure how much more i can take, before i snap and go from the jail to the nuthouse again..
has happened before..
and drift to a ceremony of some sort, i am being awarded, for my efforts, my deeds, my kills, i was dead, i hung from that rope for about 2 days before they could actually get men into that part of the jungle..amzing , considering i am standing here reciveing valor medals and what-not, the man to my left, is a small, but bruteish, hardcore type, that i serve, he happens to be THE MAN, the one in charge, he is shaking his fist, and declaring that there is only one more settlement to be dealt with, that i managed to wipe out the biggest one left, that he is so impressed with me that i am promoted, i am the head of death, not in a nazi sense, mind you, i am the chief of killing, professional, proficient, and resurrected..i am reciveing the highest honor our lethality could post upon a man
i am that man, apparently, and as he calls my name and the poeple cheer, i turn and he slips a medal around my throat that looks suspiciously like the inverted crosses that satanists used to hold so dear, and as he proclaims that the poeple are indebted to me, i slip a blade between a couple of his ribs and stab him in the heart, i twist, and make sure he is not walking away from this, and i am shot, and stabbed, and i remember hearing more screaming.....
i awoke that third and final time holding my chest, trying to stop my life from leaving my body, i am bleeding , badly, at this point i can see the blood, i freaked out, i woke my cellmate up for help, i didn't know what to do, and as he is trying to convince me i am not in fact bleeding to death, i recounted this exact tale for him..the three part dream that would not leave me alone until it was apparently over,
and in the morning he requested to be moved to a different cell, seems this was the last wierd straw he was going to take from me..
