short stories

Issac: Death of a Commander

Issac looked at the dagger that was plunged into his commander's chest. He was still gripping the blade as his commander fell to the ground. Issac couldn't believe it, he done it, he really did it. He stood back to admire his work, the Commander had seen brighter days but as he layed before Issac, he was nothing more than an infuriating roach.

And so the commander layed dead, beaten and battered. His face beaten in, and his clothes ruined and that oh so important stab wound in his chest. His blonde hair damp by the snow that he now layed on, snowflakes started cover his warmth fleding body.

Issac sighed, he had to bring the corpse back, or at least make it believably that they were attacked. He looked down at himself, his uniform was tattered and beaten but he hardly had a scratch. Issac supposed that he didn't give Adrian enough time to do anything before he had stabbed him.

It was Adrian's fault anyway, he had gotten in the way. Stealing Issac's ideas, plagiarizing his name and spirit, dispite not even knowing what he was saying. Issac growled at the thought, this man pretended to be him long enough, now he will show the way to victory as he would now cast his will acrossed the battle field. He could change the tide of the war make the Chinese tremble in fear at the thought of taking America land.

Issac grabbed the corpse of his brother in arms and trudged forth through the snow. Dragging his feet as he carried the large man on his bad. The light snowfall had turned into a blizzard. The wind howled in his ears, and pushed his every which way. Issac stopped and dropped the corpse off his back. He tried to look around but he couldn't see anything from the blizzard.

Issac huffed. "I think I might just leave you here, Adrian. Your too heavy for me when your just dead weight," he muttered looking at Adrian's body.

Issac continued to look at the body before going off into the storm leaving behind his Commander.

Welp this is the first entry of this book this is just simply things I go and write when I'm in the mood for it, so dont expect finish versions of any of these shorts. They're just my imagination running wild. None of it is edited, or refined, this was all one take in one sitting.