Mute
Apr 28th, 2008, 06:32:12 PM
"Truly the Lord hath delivered into our hands all the land; for even all the inhabitants of the country do faint because of us."
Joshua 2:24
He laid sideways on the road. His blurred gaze reached for the invisible horizon sat somewhere between the frosted tarmac and the star-dusted heavens. A numbing wet cold stung his ear and the tumbling coastal winds battered his broken body upon the ground. Blood tasted like warm copper on his lips and his wounds throbbed; small beacons of pain throwing garish light across his quaking contours.
From somewhere within the howling night came a low rumble; remote grumbling engines choked in protest of the hostile conditions and with the grinding of heavy wheels there came a slow uniform crescendo until the chorus of approaching vehicles reached a thundering clarity. The first glaring white beam slashed across the road and it shimmered silver and black. The second headlamp appeared, then others behind it, and warily and patiently, the boy waited to be claimed or killed by the enemies he'd so narrowly escaped.
THREE DAYS PREVIOUS
It was his first breakfast at Bruderschaft mansion; bacon, eggs, and fried bread. He wolfed it down without ceremony or pause while poring hungrily over a stack of printed paper. The others were yet to stir, less than a day had passed since their return from London and last night, he'd successfully hounded Tron into providing him with copious amounts of illegal information before the mutant hacker retired to his room.
Beyond the gaping window, a sparawling countryside of forest and hills stretched and yawned in every direction, basking in the first golden glow of morning. Birds merrily welcomed the new day with song yet indoors the only sound to be heard was the scratching of a pen tip on paper and the scrape of steel on greasy china. An hour passed. Arsenal was the second to rise and the pair grunted greetings before going about their business. Mute was so thoroughly engrossed in his work that aches and pains only a couple of days old faded far from his mind. He allowed his thoughts to wander for a moment, to the woman sleeping upstairs, whom he had so much to tell.
Joshua 2:24
He laid sideways on the road. His blurred gaze reached for the invisible horizon sat somewhere between the frosted tarmac and the star-dusted heavens. A numbing wet cold stung his ear and the tumbling coastal winds battered his broken body upon the ground. Blood tasted like warm copper on his lips and his wounds throbbed; small beacons of pain throwing garish light across his quaking contours.
From somewhere within the howling night came a low rumble; remote grumbling engines choked in protest of the hostile conditions and with the grinding of heavy wheels there came a slow uniform crescendo until the chorus of approaching vehicles reached a thundering clarity. The first glaring white beam slashed across the road and it shimmered silver and black. The second headlamp appeared, then others behind it, and warily and patiently, the boy waited to be claimed or killed by the enemies he'd so narrowly escaped.
THREE DAYS PREVIOUS
It was his first breakfast at Bruderschaft mansion; bacon, eggs, and fried bread. He wolfed it down without ceremony or pause while poring hungrily over a stack of printed paper. The others were yet to stir, less than a day had passed since their return from London and last night, he'd successfully hounded Tron into providing him with copious amounts of illegal information before the mutant hacker retired to his room.
Beyond the gaping window, a sparawling countryside of forest and hills stretched and yawned in every direction, basking in the first golden glow of morning. Birds merrily welcomed the new day with song yet indoors the only sound to be heard was the scratching of a pen tip on paper and the scrape of steel on greasy china. An hour passed. Arsenal was the second to rise and the pair grunted greetings before going about their business. Mute was so thoroughly engrossed in his work that aches and pains only a couple of days old faded far from his mind. He allowed his thoughts to wander for a moment, to the woman sleeping upstairs, whom he had so much to tell.