steveo91 Posted April 13, 2008 Share Posted April 13, 2008 19:04, they were expected at 7, we stand waiting for them to arrive. I look over my left shoulder to see my followers litter the street, prepared to die for my cause. The Sentinel I lean on reflects my very face, however my true fear is hidden deep within. Over my right shoulder I can see the bustling city scape, thousands of lit up windows in such a vast - unsuspecting business district. Our roadblock has been proved effective before, however now things are different. My ears lightly vibrate from the sound of passing motorists, each heading off to their own destinations, most traveling to the extravagant city nightlife provided by this land of "Liberty." We see now Liberty in our lives, just continuous bombardment of treacherous battles fought out on the distinct districts which line Bohan Island. Sounds, carried incredibly far through the city, sirens, more sirens, the sound of bass from nightclubs nestled deep in the inner city and the sound of many 500 break-horsepower vehicles laying waste to anything that they pass... The sound is getting louder, the sirens are dieing out, the motorists do not travel anymore. Looking to my left I see my men eager for battle, ready to die for my cause, and to my right, the vast city-scape. I look down at my vehicles reflective bonnet, only to see my fear building up in my eyes, and the warm, restless sweat dripping down past my lips. The rumbling is getting louder, my ear lobes are beginning to shake, more than that of a destructive Earthquake. My lobes were right, this is an Earthquake, and as the horizon became lighter, so did my field of vision. I grip my M4, my militants do the same. The only sound to be heard is the rumbling of the approaching storm, and the cocking of many rifles. I signal my lookout, only to receive no reply. He is alive, but his concentration is elsewhere, much like the rest of us. Our thoughts are not on the on-coming fire-fight, but on that distant line, perfectly horizontal to us, which nears closer and closer as the time passes. 19:07, they were expected at 7. The roar of mighty lions stir the locals. A man is approaching us, his Elegant beaming a distraction upon us. "Get out of my f*cking way! Now!" He shouts. There is no reply, only a sharp, un-mistaking tone, and a spray of thick, red liberty. Another addition to our blockade. The air is becoming more and more infrequent with its lapse of breeze, as the atmosphere becomes still. I see my target. The detail is phenomenal as I gaze into the hunter's path. Time is short. 19:08, they were expected at 7. They are late. We are ready. Patience has ended. Time has stopped. Fire has broke. I have no time for recollection, only final preparation. The still, humid air is torn as a soldiers arrow pierces directly through my comrades skull, my cars hood is no longer reflective, I am completely oblivious to my physical and mental state. My finger is trapping the trigger of my rifle, releasing a thunderous bolt in the oppositions direction. Traveling at an enormous speed, one of the vehicles makes an abrupt, unplanned swerve opposing our direction, resulting in it's body launching into the air, flipping towards the blockade. My life typically is flashing before my eyes. The lion prepares to devour its prey... Continues on 29th April 2008. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jay Posted April 13, 2008 Share Posted April 13, 2008 Repost this in Writers Discussion. http://www.gtaforums.com/index.php?showforum=78 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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