Witzgall
16-02-2005, 04:39
The trucks slowed to a halt and the handcuffed military officials were pulled out of the back of the vehicle. The four military trucks were stopped in an open field, where a tall obelisk stood out from the woodland area around the monument.
Two soldiers shouted orders to the officials, ordering them to make a line against the tall obelisk's base. The high beams of the trucks blinded the prisoners, so badly that nobody could make out any facial features of the kidnappers who had grabbed them from their homes without the slightest bit of warning.
The obelisk was fitting for this night. Engraved with the names of all those who served under the 1st Reich of Witzgall, the obelisk was a statue of courage and bravery in the highest form.
The prisoners, shackled and cuffed, marched to the monument and lined up with their backs against the tall statue. They stood their, patiently awaiting what would happen next.
The trucks slowly inched forwards, their lights blinding the prisoners even more, as the trucks inched up…closer and closer with every movement.
Stopping roughly twenty feet away from the line of prisoners and accused traitors, the trucks halted their movement. Five soldiers came out of the back of a fifth truck which had been kept in the forest for some time, and the prisoners did not notice the truck in the pure darkness that surrounded them.
The soldiers all carried a vintage, single shot sniper rifle without a scope. Calibered for the powerful thirty-ought-six round, the rifle would definetly kill a strong man with a single shot to the chest.
The two soldiers who had previously ordered the prisoners around began to walk down the line of captives, hand picking one between the two of them.
The one who was picked by both soldiers was dragged by the back of their neck, or their hair if long enough, forward five feet in front of the rest of the long line.
The five soldiers, shrouded in the blinding light of the high beams, loaded and cocked their rifles without examining the rounds. One of the men carried a magazine full of blanks, while the other four had a single round and the rest were blanks.
The first to go to the front was a woman, Field Marshal Kristen Tröffel. A great military leader and an outstanding member of the Council of Generals, tonight was destined to be "her night."
The two soldiers grabbed her by her long black hair and tossed her to the ground five feet in front of the rest of the line. The five soldiers took aim as soon as the other two soldiers began examing the line for the next defendant of this so-called trial.
The men took aim with their antique rifles, and awaited the signal. In two seconds, the high beams of all four trucks flashed off for an instant. In this instant, the rifles all sounded their loud bangs as the bullets flew out of the rifles, killing Kristen in an instant.
The process continued with the line for over four hours, and once done the anonymous soldiers belonging to this "solution of treason" left the blood-stained obelisk to be attained to by the untaimed forest to which it resided. The dead bodies of the Councilmembers were set afire, as to hide all evidence of this act.
They had done their duty, and they were proud. The Fuhrer would decorate his men with medals for the highest honor, as they had served him directly while doing this. The civilian population was not to know of this act, and would just think the decorations were for extreme courage portrayed during the riots after he became Fuhrer...
Two soldiers shouted orders to the officials, ordering them to make a line against the tall obelisk's base. The high beams of the trucks blinded the prisoners, so badly that nobody could make out any facial features of the kidnappers who had grabbed them from their homes without the slightest bit of warning.
The obelisk was fitting for this night. Engraved with the names of all those who served under the 1st Reich of Witzgall, the obelisk was a statue of courage and bravery in the highest form.
The prisoners, shackled and cuffed, marched to the monument and lined up with their backs against the tall statue. They stood their, patiently awaiting what would happen next.
The trucks slowly inched forwards, their lights blinding the prisoners even more, as the trucks inched up…closer and closer with every movement.
Stopping roughly twenty feet away from the line of prisoners and accused traitors, the trucks halted their movement. Five soldiers came out of the back of a fifth truck which had been kept in the forest for some time, and the prisoners did not notice the truck in the pure darkness that surrounded them.
The soldiers all carried a vintage, single shot sniper rifle without a scope. Calibered for the powerful thirty-ought-six round, the rifle would definetly kill a strong man with a single shot to the chest.
The two soldiers who had previously ordered the prisoners around began to walk down the line of captives, hand picking one between the two of them.
The one who was picked by both soldiers was dragged by the back of their neck, or their hair if long enough, forward five feet in front of the rest of the long line.
The five soldiers, shrouded in the blinding light of the high beams, loaded and cocked their rifles without examining the rounds. One of the men carried a magazine full of blanks, while the other four had a single round and the rest were blanks.
The first to go to the front was a woman, Field Marshal Kristen Tröffel. A great military leader and an outstanding member of the Council of Generals, tonight was destined to be "her night."
The two soldiers grabbed her by her long black hair and tossed her to the ground five feet in front of the rest of the line. The five soldiers took aim as soon as the other two soldiers began examing the line for the next defendant of this so-called trial.
The men took aim with their antique rifles, and awaited the signal. In two seconds, the high beams of all four trucks flashed off for an instant. In this instant, the rifles all sounded their loud bangs as the bullets flew out of the rifles, killing Kristen in an instant.
The process continued with the line for over four hours, and once done the anonymous soldiers belonging to this "solution of treason" left the blood-stained obelisk to be attained to by the untaimed forest to which it resided. The dead bodies of the Councilmembers were set afire, as to hide all evidence of this act.
They had done their duty, and they were proud. The Fuhrer would decorate his men with medals for the highest honor, as they had served him directly while doing this. The civilian population was not to know of this act, and would just think the decorations were for extreme courage portrayed during the riots after he became Fuhrer...