Matthias is a young boy with a desire for murder and revenge. He lives within an internment zone in a partitioned nation that is ruled by three enemy nations. These enemy nations are in the process of annihilating his people. Death and destruction i...
Matthias was aroused from sleep by a fervent shake on his shoulder. "Matt, Hey Matt!" Groggy and reluctant, Matthias sat up, rubbing the crust from his eyes. "It's time," said the voice. Matthias groaned in annoyance, and forced his body up out of the bed. His body yearned to fall back upon the pillow, and slip back into sleep and comfort. But Matthias knew he had a duty to fulfill, and one most desperate for the renewal of his humiliated, and damaged pride. He stared about for a moment, letting his vision adjust to the lantern lit room. All around him boys of various ages (but all older than him) were hurriedly slipping on simple, shabby articles of clothing. Trousers, collared shirts unbuttoned at the top, suspenders, a faded blazer, followed by brown shoes, and a baker, or fiddler's cap atop their heads. Last but not least, the boys grudgingly slipped over their left arms a scarlet armband with a curious symbol in black.
"Everyone, gather around." with a clap of his hands Tallent, the leader of this small but zealous group of young men, called the room to order. There were about 30 boys in the company. All of them between the ages of fourteen to twenty-one, well built, lean and witful. Matthias stood at parade rest, ready for the briefing. After three years since joining this brotherhood, sleeping when they slept, eating when they ate, and bathing when they bathed, Matthias had absolute devotion to the cause. Die Eisenfaust was the only family Matthias had in the entire world, his original family having been murdered by the occupying militaries.
Straightening himself up, Matthias focused his eyes upon Tallent. Calmly and collectively, Tallent recapitulated the objective for the night."Many of you are aware of tonight's objective. The nature of this mission constitutes that failure is not an option. It is imperative that we, Die Eisenfaust, fulfill this obligation to our Fatherland, and succeed in the assassination of Sebastian Wexley. However, once inside the manor house our attention must be solely upon Wexley, and not Wexley's assets. Yes, while it is tempting, we must refrain ourselves, and not lose sight of the mission. The assets of Wexley, will be, of course, seized by the state, and sent back to our cause through our benevolent benefactor, Billy Wandy, who will be advising us at HQ. Come, the night is dying. Make haste everyone!"
Down the cold cobblestone streets of Mariah-mara the boys sauntered. The Ghetto was constructed of a series of mixed matched, cramped clusters of old, four storied structures, mixed with the unholy industrial architecture of brick and steel, exposed pipes, and boiler vats. The needles of their pressure gauges flexing crazily. The buildings were hundreds of years old, in ruin and decay, with a very claustrophobic atmosphere. Everything was extremely weather beaten, and rustic. Colors differed and the paint chipped in some places. Where materials had run out, a new style had been constructed. The "Pigs" held on to a blind sense of cultural identity, even with being imprisoned.
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Towering chimneys of the various factory off-branches of Mariah-mara's workhouse Trükrainja, spewed forth a green smoke that glowed eerily with a spectral luminescence. Along the roads ran rail tracks which self-propelled hoppers, and tank cars ran along in both directions carrying both liquid, and crystallized Primus to the various refineries. The cars were caked in primus soot, and crusted along their edges in a mold that glowed faintly. Armored cars patrolled back and forth, blaring their klaxon horns at the company with crass amusement.
