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The noises were getting louder. The earth shook. He nestled deeper into the berm he clung to. Volcanic rock avalanche over him, the sharpness kiss into exposed flesh. He shivered, it was cold. He been out here all night, running with every ounce of strength he had left, ever since the siege began. But he knew he had to make the Gods proud. They were watching him and him alone, he thought. He recited the words the apostles said to him before handing over the explosive vest. "The Gods will smile as you take down the enemy. Their blood will flow into the Pantheons altars and bring the truth to the masses!"
He smiled at the thought. To be a chosen one of the Gods! He was truly important wasn’t he?
The noise grew louder, the roar of engines swelled around him. The berm shook more. He looked up at the sky. Grey and void of the beauty it once harbored. Only sick clouds wafted by. Toxic smoke bloomed and rained acidic hell.  Fires light the darkness. The earth was torn like a body upon the altar of acceptance in the city. The blood flowed here. Decaying bodies of both sides still lingered here. Their spirits in confusion as their mission wasn't over until the Truth was known. He grasped the explosive vest tighter. He took a breath and crested the lip of the berm and looked. Hundreds of vehicles were marching towards him. Plumes of smoke roaring from exhaust ports. The chosen will stop them, he thought. He, along with the chosen, will halt the advance with their, oh so precious, lives. The closet vehicle was only a few meters away. A thick front ramp acted like a dozer blade that tore furrows in the earth. He noticed that the vehicle was opened on the top, but there was an elevated deck with machine guns covering it. Maybe he can climb up the rear and jump into the troop compartment and show them the truth? He thought. Yes! He'll do that. He hunkered down and waited. The massive vehicle plowed through the berm, engines howling as it crested up and fell down. The treads crunching rock and bone beneath its weight. He wasn't seen. Good. He ran to a metal ladder on the back, next to the engine ports. He climbed, trying to not to cough from the putrid smoke from the engine. Hand over hand he went up. Quietly. Two troops stood guard, hands on their weapons, scanning their sectors. Good. They didn't see him. He jumped onto the railing that formed the upper parts of the elevated deck. He stood up, checked his vest and jumped into the troop hold. There dozens of troopers with masks staring at him. 'For the Pantheon! The truth will be known!' he shouted, pressing the trigger.
Just a random writing
I-am-number-777 Jun 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice short story
WARHUNTERKILLER Jun 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
I-am-number-777 Jun 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You are very welcome
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