The World Of Steam

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We stood still and stared at the bloodthirsty platoon, ready to face our imminent demise. This was the end, there was no doubt about it. There was no way that we could get out. Jennix stared in horror at her oncoming death, her breathing ragged, her eyes wide with fear, her heart pounding out of her chest. She suddenly grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. I stood in place, letting her, only being able to stare at my death. After everything that had happened, after all of the madness that we had been through, we had reached the end of our journey. Death would quickly claim us and there was nothing that we could do about it. As much as I hated the man, I hoped that Karzen would win the war. He did not need me. The only person that he needed was anyone that was willing to do his dirty work for him. I was simply a small stain on his suit. But with the Grim Reaper breathing his freezing breath down my neck, Karzen was the only man capable of bringing peace to the city. He may have been a cold and uncaring sociopath, but he was the city's only hope of escaping a life of fear and tyranny. It may have sounded warped, but it was true. He was the only one that was trying to do something. Everyone else was too busy killing each other off to try and do anything at all. The soldiers placed their fingers on their triggers and went to squeeze them, finally being able to sign our death sentences. The safeties were flicked off, the bullets were ready, the sights were lined up at our heads. The council's victory was soon nearing and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. I still stared at the soldiers, being prepared to face my execution with dignity. Death raised his scythe and swiftly brought it down upon his chosen targets. There was a roar of bullets and blood splattered all over the walls and floor as the platoon jerked and jarred violently, being sprayed with lead. Jennix looked on in alarm at the sudden slaughter. The soldiers dropped to the ground, recognisable only as tatters. Giant bloody bullet holes were punched through their chests. The Black Mark stepped inside the room, the barrels of their rifles smoking, and looked at us. I nodded to them.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." One of them said.

"Please, get us out of here, this place is a goddamn death trap."

Without question, The Black Mark troops got into a formation and surrounded us. They pointed their rifles in front of themselves, protecting us from all sides. We then began to progress our way through the organisation, trying to reach salvation. With highly trained agents at all our sides, I did not think that was going to be a problem for us. Suddenly, the building was alive with the sound of roaring gunfire. All that we could both see were the flash of muzzles and the falling of corpses. The soldiers cut down anyone that got too close with their longswords, slicing off limbs easily. Blood covered the floor and spattered onto the walls. The Black Mark were quickly piling up quite a body count. Even so much that we had to step over corpses or even push them over the edges of the bridges and railings. Hundreds were killed as the soldiers left a path of destruction in their wake. I was almost glad that we had them on our side. Finally, we had made it outside with minimal casualties.