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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 9:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 7:54 pm
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"Is that-"
"Yep."
"So we're just going to accept this?"
The man's dark eyes glanced over the keys of their monster computer. They had been able to foretell every moment before hand, with enough time to save every man, woman, and child.
His hand curled up in a fist, only silence to that question lingering in the air. So we're just going to accept this? From his curled hand a liquid began to seethe from it, a red blood that spilled out over his knuckles. No sound of anger escaping his lips, nothing but the cold that had always been there in his eyes. And yet, through the most powered anger there ever has been his hand fell against the keys, the blood that spilled over his knuckles now falling across these black painted letters. "No."
His eyes turned to the chairman's who tore his eyes away from the now bleeding keys. "Get them out."
"Who?"
"Everyone."
"But sir we only have five minutes."
He turned and pressed a button that sent out his voice to everyone. Two cold words filling the air. "Evacuate. Now."
Rustling and running and silent mumbling was heard from all ends as he said this. Evacuating, the man with dark eyes grasped the chairman's wrist. Pulling him away from his desk, his headphones slipping off of his head as they left.
They reached out of the building, the last few escaping moments before the explosion began. The man with the cold eye's looking down to the ground, no emotion showing, as always. "But sir, your wife."
He turned to him, a sneer on his lips. "I'm retired and her-" he looked up to the building that caught on quick wild fire, giving no sign of fear as the survivors ran as quick as their feet could carry them.
The man with cold eyes turned to the fellow, bringing his wrists to wrap around the collar of his shirt as he pulled his feet to hover a feet above the ground, his nose threateningly touching upon his. "You will not let her die in vain you understand me?"
The chairman gave a hurried nod and sloppy salute. "Yes sir I understand."
The man with the cold eyes dropped the chairman back to the ground, giving one last note before he escaped into the shadows of a nearby forest. "It's been an honor Chairman."
Another salute, this one firm, at attention, his voice clearly calling out to him as his shadow began to be overtaken by the trees. "The honor is mine." The last word was weak and broken, all these years and they had to start over, with nothing. "Sir."
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TalentedTori Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 11:22 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:49 pm
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