Nerotika
26-12-2004, 04:19
Marines lifted there rifles. The POW's stood stiff agenst the wall each one blindfolded. The Marines aimed there rifles carfully. A sargent held a regular colt pistol in the air as he shouted the orders of ready, aim. He waited and scanned the group of POW's. On each marine's shoulder was a small patch of the nerotikan flag and another, a triangle with two gold sqaures in the middle, the patch of the elites. The sargent yelled the order "FIRE" The rifles blazed and blood hit the wall as thousands of spectators screamed in shock as the POW's from a past war fell to the ground. The marine's kicked over bodies and the men who were still alive were shot point blank by the updated lugers carried by elites only. Screams from the living were heard all over, some were rolling around holding their wounds as an elite would walk up and shoot them. Everywhere christmas was being celebrated but with this recent event no one was celebrating only cursing their nation for such an act. Bodies were dragged onto a large truck and those who couldn`t fit were left agenst the wall. Some that wernt shot and were living were beaten to death by marines who had nothing better to do, some were draged around streets by their feet and others were hung in public places. The truck that held a large pile of bodies was driven to a top secret location and the bodies were disposed of. The wall was left with the dead who wernt disposed of and the blood that wasnt cleaned. Nerotikan news station's had never thought that the POW's they were video taping for a live telecast would have been such a massacre. Everyone had thought the POW's were going to be released but the reality of it made everyone sick.