The Anarchist

First assault; first fall

The wind cut through the grass like knives coercing every blade of grass to bow down. The sky was blanketed by darkness, caging the light in its realm. The trees howled as air rolled through the hollow ribs of their gutless trunk. Leaves painted the grass, covering it like a carpet, the golden colours merging like osmosis. Pale rays of moonlight beamed down on the city like a spectrum. Another gust of wind pushed through its obstacles with fury pushing over small powerless objects violently.

Footsteps carefully approached the clearing towards the building. The building was painted white, with stained windows of obscure colours. The door was a chocolate brown wood, guarded by an automated lock. The night was quite, strange noises emerged from the woods like jump scares every minute or so. The grey lifeless curtains had been guarding the privacy of the home, drawn together tightly by an unknown force. Crickets chirped in the silence, loosening up the stressful situation.

The building was laced with cameras, no way in or out without being seen. The soft crunch of leaves could be heard on the barren ground outside the building. The cloud of smoke escaped from his mouth, reforming into terrifying demonic monsters. Unidentifiable metallic objects were heard clinking like glasses of wine at a formal gathering. The bag hung loosely, attracted towards the ground tugging on his shoulder.

The wind forced its way through every crack, gap, hole or opening filled with determination. The chill was absorbed into Kneller's body like an electric shock travelling down his head, through his spine, down his thighs into his calves. He loosened his hand and let go of his grip of the bag. The contents made a thump and a few clinks when dropped onto the ground.

Kneller kneeled down next to Arthur who was operating by binoculars. He slipped on two leather gloves onto each hand and proceeded to opening the bag. In the bag were a bomb and a strange metallic powder. The other objects were daggers and guns. Kneller rolled up his sleeves and lifted the bomb up out of the bag. It hadn't been activated but it was beeping, he had to be cautious. He placed the device onto the grass next to him and began to unload the guns. He grabbed a pistol and shoved one behind him, while keeping one for instant attack. The rest of the crew followed, they each eagerly grabbed the guns and the pistols. The snipers were for well the snipers who were going to keep focus of movement on the victim.

"Okay, guys, time to torture, snipers take your positions," Kneller ordered, he pointed in the direction of the back where the windows would be exposed. The men began to scramble.

"What about the cameras?" A hesitant man asked Kneller. Kneller looked at the cameras situated cleverly along the house.

"Leave it," Kneller assured. "You'll understand why," The men scrambled through the spots of radiance patterned across the grass. Their shadows looming behind them like spirits. Their boots treaded heavily, giving off a rhythmic beat. Kneller kept an eye on the men going for the entrance. He grabbed a transmitter and uttered, "Take out the cameras," The snipers positioned around the house like borders shot in the lens of the cameras, giving off a crackling sound of shards and smithereens. The sound began to die as the shards approached the grass. Kneller looked at Jean behind him, wearing a worn out tank top camouflaged by green natural colours like the military.

"You're good," Jean muttered from the side of his lip. Jean walked forward and took his stride walking vain gloriously towards the house. Kneller lumbered behind as support.

Jean arrived at the chocolate coloured door. He extended his hand out towards Kneller who then placed the explosive into his hand. Jean gripped the explosive and stuck it in the middle of the door.

"Everybody move back!" Jean commanded. Jean jogged backwards as the men edged away from the entrance. Jean traced along the wall and turned around away from the entrance. He held the detonator in his hand ready to activate. He turned his around the corner to Kneller looking for his confirmation. Jean held out 3 fingers and began to count down. He mouthed the words along with it until to 1.