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Dreams In Red: Chapter 1
Date: Feb 16th, 2007 8:45:59 pm - Subscribe
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A Radical Dreamers journey through despair: and an idea for a book.

Rain outside...as usual. Fitting for a night like tonight. Tonight is the night I will end my past. Tonight is the night where I face the past without fear. For the first time in a very long while, I feel alive. This is something that must be done. They know I am coming. I know I am going. Fate knows it is time for me to go where it is I am going.

Only a few things can happen tonight. I go into the church, and I fail my mission. I go in and we both die. Or if all goes well, I go into this holy place, accomplish what needs to be done, and walk out of this place a new man. But like I said. They know I am coming tonight. No I am not going into this church to kill a man of God. You would have to live in this world to understand the significance of this climactic battle. If it doesn't happen tonight, it will never happen.

The church couldn't be in a more exciting location. A deserted part of town. A broken cast-iron gate barely hanging on its hinges. The building itself looks as though its about to fall apart. Walls crumbling in from all sides. Giant wooden doors. Eerie to most people, but to me... I am looking forward to this.

Walking down the street, I reach in my pocket and find a cigarette. Last one left. That's lucky. I finger the lighter in my pocket. A silver zippo and it holds a lot of value to me. In fact it might be the reason I started smoking in the first place. Engraved upon the zippo is but one word, Dream. Just the word Dream. The only thing I could ever imagine having on my memento to the world. I draw fire from the cigarette, hold the smoke in, and then exhale it out. Good stuff. I reach under my trench coat and locate the two 9's found safely at home in their holsters. Warmth.

Yea the guns always seem to bring my hands warmth. Kain and Able. Thats what I had named them, and yes it is engraved on the pieces of steel. The only two things in life I had ever trusted, besides the zippo. So you could say I have 3 friends that I have known all my life. The guns, the zippo, and I are pretty much a perfect square. We react with each other, depend on each other, and feel one another. I had tried other guns in my profession but none felt at home in the grip of my hand like Kain and Able.

Almost time. The cigarette is down to the filter. I know in my pocket is a little "Juice", but I don't need it tonight. I don't need the extra reflexes, nor do I want to risk the downer that follows it. This could be a long fight and the side-effects of the "Juice" could really hinder my mission.

How much is this task worth? Nothing. This is my personal vendetta. Call the prize my life, my pride, my freedom. Life or death, the only truth is that I have to end my past. If I fail it will haunt me in the afterlife. I don't have the time right now to discuss the past with you. I will need the energy. The church is right in front of me. They know its right in front of me. Its not time to talk to Kain and Able yet.

I approach the gate and push the rusted piece of shit open. It cries a little. I guess it can feel the tension in the air, or maybe it smells the upcoming blood. These bastards inside have to die tonight, even if I fall too. I can't let them live. The hell they will unleash upon this place by living is unimaginable. Actually I just need to sever the head. Jerith. Yes, Jerith, the leader must die. Everyone else in this church is just guppies. Small fish. Couldn't solve a color by number. But Jerith. He has always been able to lead them, they will die tonight... for him.

They will fire their guns at me. Hope to kill me, but Jerith and I both know, that none of them will be able to kill me. I'm not conceded, nor am I over-confidant. But I know my abilities. The world needs me tonight. The world knows how bad it needs me. The rain is proof. The rain wasn't there until that day. Since then it hasn't stopped. I know why. The world cries for what we have done. And tonight I must end the rain. The world needs the sunshine again. Ah...the sunshine. Don't get me started. If I start on it, I won't walk in. But the sunshine is another reason I must do this.

I approach the wooden doors. I see they already opened one for me. Its open enough for me to get in. Any novice would expect this to be a trap. I know better. Even Jerith knows the importance of this battle. He wouldn't dare try to kill me as soon as I walk in. Jerith is a showman. If its not an event of grand proportion... it won't happen. That doesn't mean he isn't going to take advantage of my lone wolf status. He will lay the meat on the floor for me, let me have my fill, maybe take a wound or two, and then he will just need to put the old dog down.

Jerith hasn't seen me recently. Our job is all mental. Most people think its physical work to kill another man. No. Its all mental. Everything works together. Your mind works with the weapons. Your hands are just extensions of the mind, the guns extended from your hands, and the bullet is a vision of the future. Everything falls back to your mind. The best sharpshooters in the world know this, but none are 100% on the truth. Thats why I am still alive, and they are all dead.

I appear to be a lone wolf, but like I said, my 3 best friends are here with me. Kain and Able both share the same view as I on my work. Or should I say "our" work. The day they leave my hands, is the day I am dead or retired.

I'm in the church. Jerith isn't hiding. In fact he is sitting in the chair on the stage. Back in the day this place would have probably been packed, a preacher raging the voice of God to his audience. But now the pews are all broken and rotting. The candles are barely burning. God is no longer here in this place. Killing in a sacred place is one thing, but this place has lost all its sacred beliefs. When Jerith walked through the doors here, any thought of God still being here was erased.

Jerith doesnt say a word. Doesn't have to. The first gun fires. I evade it easily. My hands have already moved to the vessels for my mind. Kain and Able are standing ready. I am still rolling to the side. Stop number 1. I am behind a pillar. Bad situation. To the novice I am but a trapped animal. Novices know nothing. A trapped animal has 2 choices. Lay down and accept its fate, or fight back. Jerith knows I am going to fight back. That bastard still hasn't moved from that chair. I know this.

I could take a pot-shot and try to off him here and now, but whats the fun in that? I glance around the pillar. Cement shatters off as I pull back in. I have to get a shot off fast. Automatic guns are a double edge sword. Sure they have a good chance of randomly hitting me, but at the same time they are loud. Kain and Able aren't quite as loud. I don't have their silences on tonight. Don't need them. This fight is for the ages. I need a distraction.

There! The chair behind this pillar will be good enough. I grab the chair and launch to my left. I hear the clatter of automatic fire. Time to move. I dive to the opposite side. The heat of an automatic's bullets rains near me. My mind is extended out, and my vision of the future rips forward. My mind is keen tonight. The automatic fire stops from this direction.

How many are there? Fuck if I know. I just know that I am fine when that damned noise stops. The others are back from the misguidance I gave them. And theres that fucking rattle again. Move damnit! I'm on my feet running across the back of the church. The laser sight draws across my eye. Thats a mistake for any sharpshooter. The red dot in the eye tells me everything I need to know. And... theres the boom. I slide to my ass, foot extended. I hit the wall and allow my foot to give as the rest of my body closes into the wall. I throw myself up and squatted, back against the wall. I'm envisioning the future with my friends right now... and two more automatics stop firing.

That's 3 down and I have dropped 5 of my own shells. 5 shells out of 38, 36 but 2 in the chamber when I walked in. Wow a breather for a moment, wait. FUCK! The red dot draws again on me. Where is he at? I'm not anxious, nor am I worried, but I have to find him. Somethings wrong.

Two dots... Jerith knew it would throw me off having 2 snipers. Snipers are the worst. Not because they are good shots but because you can't drop them on the first shot. You have to find them, then you have to flush them, then you get to kill them. Jerith does breed good snipers, but the good news is... he didn't breed me. And I'm moving for cover. Jerith is probably laughing. I am crawling on my hands and needs to the closest pew. And I hear the reports from the rifles. Too damn close. Again somethings wrong.

The automatics sound off again. Suppressing fire so the snipers can advance. Nows my chance to find them but I am pinned down under this fucking ridiculous fire. Kain and Able aren't saying anything at this time. I think they know something is wrong here. The bullets stop. Quick are they reloading or are they allowing the snipers to train a shot? Only one way to know. I roll out of the pew and my mind draws a blank. 3 shots and nothing, except wait...there it is. I feel something in my side give. Shit!

It's not a mortal wound. It's going to hurt like hell to move as much as I do but nothing I haven't felt before. In fact I have taken one in this spot before. And I'm moving to the side again. My mind is cloudy. Nothing flowing through it. 6 shots in a row, and the only vision of the future is a busted up pew. I duck behind another pew. Assessing the wound a little more. Bullet passed. That's good. My mind draws to the Juice in my pocket. No. Can't touch that. Boom! The pew splinters. Sniper 1 is giving me his position. Only a novice would roll out now to take a shot.

Sniper 2 is beading in on the open space. The snipers are where I expect them to be. Balcony, one on each side. Neither can actually see me, but they were trained by Jerith. One sniper gives up his position so the other gets the shot. Problem is they already showed me that theres 2 of them. This tactic only works if the quarry doesn't know there is a second. I throw my coat out into the open. Theres shot 2.

I'm on my feet and firing. My mind is clear as a bell. Kain finds sniper 1 easily. He shows him the future and it is death. And here comes that damned automatic fire again. I cringe as I retreat to my safe haven. Less than 5 seconds, sniper 2 is reloaded. Going to have to wait. I am sure theres 3 more automatics left and 1 sniper. I can see my coat from here. That sniper would have received a gold star for that shot. The hole is directly through where my heart would have been. I hear the click of an automatic. Still 2 more firing but they are being more conservative.

I lay on my stomach, and I find the feet of one of my assailants. Able fires off twice. Only a vision of a person dropping to the ground. Kain gives the picture of death. The other autos continue their firing, but my idea has worked. They have lost their back up fire and they are getting low on ammo. I give a quick faint up and then roll back into the aisle. The faint works and sniper 2 clearly misses. And sniper two has the greatest view of his future courtesy of Able. I'm walking forward now. Kain pointed left and Able pointed right. Both sounding off at the last two gunmen.

The future was looking so bright for them... and now its not. My friends till me they are hungry so I snag some food out of my pocket and feed them. They are full. Only thing left now is the kill. I'm bleeding a bit more now. The wound is open a bit worse than it should be. I think it was that last roll. Jerith has his wish. His sniper did his job. I am a wounded wolf now.
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