Scaling the Enemy

1-War

Blood sprinkled the ground getting thicker by the second. I hid under a truck and looked out watching people being slaughtered left and right by evil sick men sent by Jeroth.

Jeroth was a man of no honor who ruled this land. He was hated by many but fear also to the point everyone obeyed no questions asked. If only I had a moment alone with the poor soul, I would give him a taste of his own medicine.

Two men stood close enough to the truck I could see their boots scuffling the gravel as they found until finally one managed to slit the others throat spraying blood on my face and the ground in front of me. Jumping when the man hit the ground I looked into the eyes of an innocent just trying to live and my heart gave out for these people. I watched the living mans boots run around the truck and opening the door to get in so I reached out and shut the innocent mans eyes with a shaken hand. 'You've got to move quickly or he will run you over', I thought to myself and he tried for the second time to turn the engine over.

I quickly squeezed from under the truck and swung the passenger door open and aimed my gun at him. "Put the knife in the chair next to you" I snapped motioning towards the passenger seat. He hesitated for a moment with and scowl on his face. "Now! Or so God help me you better hope I don't blow your wasted head all over this car" My finger squeezed the trigger tighter.

He gently slid the knife over towards me "Your gonna wish you didn't do this" He threatened. I didn't care for a second I just hopped in the car and slammed my door shut with my gun still facing towards him. "Nice to meet you to, now drive and get us away from here" I ordered. He was younger more of my age maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, except he seemed to carry himself of a older aspect more strong and built. He was sweaty from running and dirty from all of the dust flying around. His arms were muscular but not obnoxiously that he looks over done. What I feared was how relaxed he was having a gun push against his temple.

"You like what you see" he said causing me to realize I was staring to much but I didn't look away for a second. He did not scare me, just struck me as odd. "No, more like disgusted" I spat at him thinking back on that poor man he killed. "I find that hard to believe, you haven't taken your eyes off of me since you got in this car" he peeked over at me and smirked. It wasn't exactly cocky it was more like he was making a point of dominance which I didn't like.

"Keep your eyes on the road before I wipe the smile clean off your face" my blood boiled under my skin at how calm he was being. He laughs out loud then slams the car to a halt causing me to hit the dash and I feel the gun rip from my hand. A hand grabbed my throat and slammed me up against the passenger window and the cold metal was pressed to the middle of my forehead. "You need to be careful who's head you decide you want to put a bullet through and if you do decide to, make sure you do it quickly" he said every word colder than the last.

I listened very carefully to every word he said as I searched his eyes for remorse but found none. 'This is it' I thought closing my eyes. Suddenly my throat was released and I gasped for air and I opened my eyes to see him put the gun in his pants. My heart was racing and tears sprung in my eyes but didn't drop.

"Why didn't you kill me?" I asked nervously. He looked over at me then back to the rode as he drove off again. "I need your help" was all he said then he lifted his shirt revealing a gun shot wound and lots of blood. "You have to put pressure on it" I said taking off my plaid button up and slipping it around his waist then tying it tight. He groaned in pain and the car swerved slightly "Sorry" I whispered as I tried to clean up some blood with the napkins in the seat left from someone's meal...maybe their last.

"We have to find some medical supplies because I'm pretty sure the bullet is still in there that's why your not bleeding as much" I applied some pressure and his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. "And maybe some morphine to" I said wincing from his pain.