Craggtopia
22-05-2004, 06:22
Ryan sat in the back of the white transit van holding his rifle close to his chest. He had thought about backing out this morning, leaving the entire organisation but he feared what his comrades would do if they found him so he had convinced himself that they were ‘changing the world for the better’ not just fulfilling a bloodlust. The Terrorist leader sat opposite Ryan. Even in the darkness of the van you could still see sweat pouring down his forehead. Ryan had always disliked the leader. He thought him as hypocritical, turning their killing into something righteous and meaningful, their organisation into freedom fighters, killing for the good of mankind. Ryan had wanted him to once admit it for what it was; homicidal maniacs killing for the sake of it, taking human life for the thrill, the power they felt. However, Ryan had never killed before; he’d joined the army hoping for a war with no joy and then gone on to live a normal life, a decent job, a loving wife, but now he was about to throw it away for the chance to kill.
He spent the rest of the journey contemplating the ideals of the group, how many people were actually fighting for them. His thoughts were stopped abruptly as the leader shouted “Go Go Go!” The van doors opened and the light shone, stunning everyone. They clambered out of the van and when their eyes had adjusted they ran toward the SEAN CO. building firing their weapons. Ryan was hesitant and hung toward the back of the crowd. He saw a bullet whiz throw the glass front doors cracking a woman’s head wide open. A smile crept across Ryan’s face as he remembered why he signed up. He ran to the front and emptied a rifle round into the shocked crowds.
A brown envelope arrived at the Archduke Stouffer’s* office the next morning. In it was a video cassette with a label on it saying “URGENT” The Archduke watched it in stunned silence.
The picture jumped around the screen and crackled in and out. When the picture steadied it showed a middle aged man in the centre of the screen, wiping his tears away with his blood soaked suit. A gun barrel came in from the side of the screen and nudged the man’s head. The man looked up, raw terror in his eyes, “The SEAN CO. Headquarters have been taken over by the Moozimoo Racial Purity Organisation, There are a estimated total of 450 hostages including the CEO and his 17yr old daughter…” the man stopped and wept. The gun barrel came down hard against his head and he screamed out in pain. “Continue!” one of the terrorists barked, still reaming out of shot. The man looked up again and went on,
“Their demands are as follows:
The current government to stand down.
To be replaced by a Government headed by our chosen leader
All blacks, Asians, Jews and other non-whites to be removed from high ranking jobs in the government or army
and iP10,000,000** to be delivered to their under our terms”
The man looked helpless and turned to the gun barrel and spat. His body was thrown to the floor by the gunshot and a cloud of blood was all that could be seen on the tape
*Moozimoo’s leader
**Moozimoo’s Currency
He spent the rest of the journey contemplating the ideals of the group, how many people were actually fighting for them. His thoughts were stopped abruptly as the leader shouted “Go Go Go!” The van doors opened and the light shone, stunning everyone. They clambered out of the van and when their eyes had adjusted they ran toward the SEAN CO. building firing their weapons. Ryan was hesitant and hung toward the back of the crowd. He saw a bullet whiz throw the glass front doors cracking a woman’s head wide open. A smile crept across Ryan’s face as he remembered why he signed up. He ran to the front and emptied a rifle round into the shocked crowds.
A brown envelope arrived at the Archduke Stouffer’s* office the next morning. In it was a video cassette with a label on it saying “URGENT” The Archduke watched it in stunned silence.
The picture jumped around the screen and crackled in and out. When the picture steadied it showed a middle aged man in the centre of the screen, wiping his tears away with his blood soaked suit. A gun barrel came in from the side of the screen and nudged the man’s head. The man looked up, raw terror in his eyes, “The SEAN CO. Headquarters have been taken over by the Moozimoo Racial Purity Organisation, There are a estimated total of 450 hostages including the CEO and his 17yr old daughter…” the man stopped and wept. The gun barrel came down hard against his head and he screamed out in pain. “Continue!” one of the terrorists barked, still reaming out of shot. The man looked up again and went on,
“Their demands are as follows:
The current government to stand down.
To be replaced by a Government headed by our chosen leader
All blacks, Asians, Jews and other non-whites to be removed from high ranking jobs in the government or army
and iP10,000,000** to be delivered to their under our terms”
The man looked helpless and turned to the gun barrel and spat. His body was thrown to the floor by the gunshot and a cloud of blood was all that could be seen on the tape
*Moozimoo’s leader
**Moozimoo’s Currency