So... Today I am very bored. None of my friends are on the computer and I am feeling... nostalgic... if you wish to call it that. So I was looking through my files and I came upon a bootiful story. I felt that as you are my loyal readers, and I am your amazing author, I should share this story with ya'll. So here it is. Be nice because I wrote this a looong time ago.
Killing Them Gently
Sierra roamed the halls of the infamous opera house, its walls shone so brightly that she had to squint her eyes to shut out the cleansing whiteness, her face was smudged and dirty and her slight frame and ratty clothes were streaked with mud and filth. She might have been pretty if she hadn’t been so grimy. But this was exactly as Sierra Majors wanted people to see her, as a grubby misfit who didn’t deserve a second glance. And she knew they wouldn’t look twice, they wouldn’t have the chance.
This opera hall was a key part in the government’s plan to take down all freedom-fighters. Its high walls and hidden rooms made for a perfect base to conceal the soldiers of the city of Silence. And while the people slept soundly the soldiers crept out of their resting place and killed the rebels one-by-one. No one knew how they found out the group’s name and members, but they had, and slowly person-by-person the Freedom Fliers had been taken down. All except for one.
They had missed one small girl, and at the age of five wasn’t much of a threat, but now at the ripe age of sixteen Sierra was ready to carry on the legacy her parents had died trying to protect. Sierra was going to kill them, each and every one of those soldiers who had aided in the capture and torture of her parents. She was going to kill the protectors of Silence, the ever brave fighters.
She was going to become nationally hated and despised she was going to be hunted down and killed, but not before she took down all ten of the soldiers. Every. Last. One. Their fighting skills were renowned and their technique was flawless, but to Sierra they were nothing but bugs. Bugs that desperately needed to be squished.
But first she had to take care of their base. Without their fancy toys they wouldn’t be so cocky, they would scatter and panic. And than she’d nab them. She would track down the weaker links first, taking out the youngest of the soldiers.
His name was Phillip Spencer, he was a widower, he had no children, and besides a distant cousin he had no relatives left in the world. He was twenty-four and he was the informer, he was the one who had insinuated himself into the Freedom Fliers organization and he had been the one who had informed the government of its members. All of them. He hadn’t cared that her mother had invited him to their house, had let him sit at her table, eat their food. He hadn’t cared. And for that he was going to pay. Dearly.
Sierra carefully made her way through the corridors, slipping silently through the dusty, unused halls, and creaking her way through rusty doors that hadn’t seen use for years. Today though she could curb her vengeance for a much sweeter revenge. She could take out the one place where they had felt safe. They would have no place to go, they would break ranks and stay with relatives, or they would buy their own houses, and while they were divided, they would be conquered.
Sierra rounded a corner and stopped abruptly, a man was laying there, his head lolled to the side and his mouth was bleeding, at least three soldiers were gathered around him, nightsticks in hand, beating on the defenseless man. Immediately Sierra’s protective instincts kicked in. It would put her way off schedule but she would enjoy beating the s**t out of some military soldiers.
She quietly snuck up behind the tallest one and quietly tapped him on the shoulder, he turned into a fist.
Did I mention my stories are infamously long? No? Well then... Read if you wish.
Starry
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