[spoiler]Cell-3=Celle Briggs
Student Nazo=Nate Briggs
Snowy=Miss Snow
HoTh=John Hothman
xX_miniatimat_Xx=Mini (Dead)
TheGreatAdidas=Greg Adler
Hammerfist1245=Xavier
Mjolnirschpang=Mjol
NIL=Ninette
MØØSE=Tom "Moose" Martin
Artemis=Arty Crowe
Verminator=Verm Digsby
Zbruh=Zhenya
Deatheater200=Jason
Darth Turtle=Daniel Turk
Ems468=Ems
OrangeThirteen=Oran
Secondary character: John Watson=Walter "Watts" Hutsen[/spoiler]
All was silent for a moment. They held their breaths, not daring to look behind the curtain.
"Ninette!" Screamed Arty from beyond the veil. They heard another arrow whistle as it tore through the air, and a horrifying scream as it collided with its unseen target. Moose jumped out from behind his table and made a wild dash for the stage. Nate and Mjol followed him.
Just before they could reach the velvety backdrop, another scream, and the voice of John.
"You chose your fate, and I did my job. Eight exactly."
Moose pulled up the curtain and ducked under, just in time to see the backstage door slam shut. On either side of the stage lay Arty and Ninette. Arty was struggling for air and clutching the arrow deep inside her stomach. Another arrow was buried inside her left shoulder. Nate rushed to her as Moose sprinted towards the stage door after John.
"We need to find a doctor!" He cried, doing his best to stabilize the wound as his clothes slowly became drenched in Arty's blood.
"Mjol!" He cried out. But Mjol did not answer. He was walking slowly, as if unsure, towards the still body of Ninette. She lay sprawled out upon the wooden stage, with a single arrow through her neck. Her eyes were open, and still showed the terrifying look of fear. Mjol crumpled to the ground weeping.
Ems, Oran, Daniel, and Watts had finally gathered the courage to investigate what had happened, and popped up from behind the curtain.
"Ems! Please! Go find a doctor!" Shouted Nate. Ems took one look at the whimpering form of Arty, nodded, and took off.
"Should we try to move her?" Said Daniel
"We can't aggravate the wound. We'd need a stretcher." Said Nate.
Arty coughed and blood poured from her lips. She looked Nate in the eyes determinedly, and said with all the strength she could muster:
"Kill him."
Her body shuddered and went limp, her cold, dead eyes still fixed on Nate's face.
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Everyone was crowded into Moose's room. It was a small space for such a gathering, but no one complained. Now was not the time. Mjol sat alone hiding his face in his hands. Nate had just finished briefing everyone on what had happened in the ballroom. Moose had failed to find John after he ran out the door. They all sat silently, staring at the floor. Jason stood and passed out glasses, pouring everyone a glass of whiskey. Nate lifted his glass.
"To Ninette and Arty."
Everyone repeated his words, and downed their glass. All except Mjol, who started to cry again. Watts strode over and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on. I think he needs some time alone." Mjol didn't understand his words, but went with him. Anywhere but here was better for him. Watts led him to the door and down the hall.
After they left, everyone had several more drinks and talked quietly amongst themselves for several minutes, until they heard a knock upon the door. The handle turned, and the door swung open to reveal Xavier.
Everyone looked at him in shocked silence. He walked into the room looking confused.
"What did I miss?" He asked.
Celle dropped his glass, shattering it on the floor. He stood up and walked towards Xavier. Jason followed him.
"Whoa what's going o-" Celle had grabbed him by the throat. Jason pulled his arms behind him and kicked him to his knees. Zhenya took another curtain tie and wrapped it around Xavier's wrists.
"Hey! Let me go!" Shouted Xavier angrily.
"We know Xavier. We know everything." Said Greg.
"Murderer!" Screamed Verm.
Xavier looked around the room at all the enraged eyes fixed upon him. He gritted his teeth.
"You want a confession? You want me to own up to all the terrible things I did? Fine! I killed people. I'm a murderer. Why? That, you will never know. Because I'm the only person in this room that will live to see it. You think Mortis is insane? He is a visionary! He has opened my eyes! Death is the answer. This is a lesson the whole world will come to learn."
Moose looked at Xavier with disgust. "We'll lock him up. Post a guard. It's not our place to execute him, but he will die. And I hope to God I'm there to watch it"
To be continued
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Edited by FdYAcsoyPKN83gLE: 11/14/2018 9:58:32 PM
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i've killed so many people... . . . . . :-)!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[quote]Maria Bochkareva had been a soldier since 1914, after personally petitioning the Tsar to be allowed to fight, as women were not allowed to officially join the Imperial Russian Army. Then, in 1917, when the February Revolution began to tear that army apart and many war-weary men simply deserted, the now decorated war hero Bochkareva sent a request to Minister of War Alexander Kerensky to form the first Women's Battalion of Death. While Kerensky saw the strong propagandistic potential of the patriotic Death Battalions, Bochkareva was determined to create a viable fighting force, equal to those of men and exemplary in their willingness to die for Russia. Of the 2000 women who initially volunteered, only 300 completed Bochkareva’s tough training regime. Her battalion occupied active frontline trenches and went over the top during the Kerensky offensive in July 1917, they fought well, but suffered heavy losses. Bochkareva herself was wounded by shellfire. Other battalions were formed after this, but recruits were often discouraged by the constant hostility of the men at the front, many of whom looked down on them simply for being women. Others saw them as tools of the war ministry, and by the end of the year, and the October Revolution, they had been dissolved. An estimated 5,000 women in total served in these units, though only Bochkareva’s saw frontline action in the First World War. [/quote]
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Woah I haven't read this in a while and now I'm a evil
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Sorry Artemis, it had to be done. Except you won't come back like to do in everyone else's stories
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Bump. I’m very helpful.
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Guess I was wrong! Rip NIL
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Bump!
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I was starting to suspect my character was in on it, ah well, RIP