helping out

Ulrich group has just finished conquering Croatia. it took many weeks and many men died but finally Croatia defences crumbled and were over turned.

everyone one is celebrating, liquor pillaged from a town is flowing like a stream through the group.

Ulrich sits in a dim room looking over maps, dark scotch waiting in a glass. this int his first glass, he has lost count already, using the scotch as a wash for his memories.
an young stupid solider stumbles into the room patting Ulrich on the back as if they were friends congratulating Ulrich and trying to convince Ulrich to come join them in the festivities. Ulrich becomes angry for being interrupted, and being even more sloshed then the young solider he does not think rationally and shoves the young man away yelling at him to leave him alone.

the voices that whisper dark words come whisking through his drunken mind. Ulrich grabs his Glass of scotch and gulps it down rapidly trying to smother the whispers. he sits heavily in a chair his forehead resting on the heal of one of his hands.
speaking out loud he slurs out, that Croatia is only the beginning, they must overtake Bosnia if they are to capture Greece. he starts to giggle in his drunken stupor.

a firm knock is heard and Ulrich head whips up. Dimitri is standing in the door way dark figure blending with the shadows. Dimitri graces Ulrich with his rare smile.
Dimitri says to Ulrich, "we have captured some prisoners, we are holding them right now. we should go see them. though.. with your state perhaps later?"
"no" Ulrich slurs, "i will see them now"
Ulrich grabs his bottle of scotch and follows Dimitri out of the door taking a swig every few steps.

Dimitri leaves Ulrich quarters and they walk a few feet to where the prisoners are being held. Dimitri tells the guards to stand by, and a animistic glow enters his eyes, as he begins to hum.
Ulrich follows, noticing the paled face solders, he know why they are fearful. but instead of fear he finds Dimitri soft songs soothing.
taking another swig he enters a room with a line of people.
he goes along the line glaring at them as he walked along. Dimitri is now singing.

he gets up to a small figure. a women with soft cascade of long chestnut hair, curls framing her stubborn face.

memories slice through his mind. he takes a few steps back. Dimitri notices his Ulrich's change, and demands that all the prisoners be taken away.

"wait! leave her..." Ulrich's voice floats across the air, and points to the young women.

"N-Nadica. You, you're back.. I've missed you so much!" Ulrich starts to take a few swaying steps towards the girl.

"what are you talking about?! who are you?!" the girl demands, her chains angrily rattling.

"don't you remember? Its me Ulrich! don't you remember Nadica?" Ulrich asks and takes a few stumbling steps towards the girl, and is close enough to smell her sweet sent.

"my name is not Nadica you idiot! though your probably to drunk to even understand me, you stupid drunk!" the girl hisses, spits on him.

Ulrich is taken back, and in a flash of clairvoyant he can see her face clearly. no, it is not his sweet Nadica..

"who are you witch? you look like my sweet Nadica, but you are really a wolf in sheep's clothing!" growls Ulrich, taking another swig.

"my name is Elliana. and you disgust me!" Elliana shouted.

"Elliana.." Ulrich repeated, the name running along his tongue like sweet dark chocolate. he looks at her and can see her Strong eyes. he wished to slap that smug look off her face.
"who are you?! you are some sick trick! what have you done with my sweet Nadica?!" Ulrich roars, throwing his bottle at her.
Elliana was able to just side step the bottle as it smashed against the wall, shattering. she looks at Ulrich and sees that his eyes have gone wild, like a deranged animal. there eyes meet, Ellianas eyes go wide and she cowers like a small deer cornered by a cougar.

Ulrich lunges at her and begins to beat her crying out "what have you done with Nadica you demon?!" and begins to beat her.
Elliana cries out and begs him to stop, but Ulrich cannot hear her cries through the roaring in his ears.
finally after a while Ulrich is tired out and steps back. Elliana is curled into a ball whimpering.

Dimitri steps forward and looks at the scene laying before him. "interesting.." he whispers to himself.

"come along Ulrich, lets clean your hands up, they are bleeding" he wraps an arm around Ulrich and leads him away.
"oh, and bandage up the girl. she could be of some use. if not at least entertainment." Dimitri comments over his shoulder.

both men leave the room leaving the blood covered girl to the treatment of the stunned guards...

Hello Old Friend

With my forehead pressed against the window, I'm dreaming of snow and white glows.
black whips past my eyes like sharp needles, bolting me from my quite sunny dreams.
"Wait! Stop!" i cry out. my dad stops the truck and i hop out, my only comment is "i think that's one of my stolen bikes!"
i stomp towards an old black figure, snow building up on my boots making them heavy. as if trying to stop me from getting closer.
It shone in the sunny sky, but it was a hallow shine, holding memories full of pain.
i grip the handles, pushing it towards the truck.
"it is my old bike! the black one they stole" my grip getting tighter as i try and shove the bike through deep snow.
"are you sure?" my dad asked, "it might be someone else's"

i force my eyes to look down. the once proud bright red sticker that demanded attention was torn and ragged like a violently ripped off pair of old jeans. my eyes drifted towards the handle bars and front portion of the frame. its trademark signature was there. one of the caps that had popped off of the so called shocks was gone while the other remained. the empty mounts that once cradled lights were smooched but still in its designed place. yes, this was my beloved bike.

by dad spoke about how we should call a care taker and check, but i was ignoring him.
once i started to take in the view of my poor old bike i couldn't stop. the paint wasn't as black and gloss as i remember, the kickstand wasn't as sturdy looking, and the bottle carrier was missing leaving only a sign of a harsh struggle.

i finally looked up and saw that we had pushed the bike back to where i originally found it. i leaned it against the cold brick wall and began to run my hands along it like a blind man.
the gear shifter was busted and clinging to the bike by a simple wire. all the break lines where torn and violently ripped from their designed home. ends and all exposed wire were red with rust, as if they were bleeding. my heart tightened in pain. the breaks were bent in odd directions, like a broken leg, looking wrong and painful.

i couldn't look at it any longer. Why?! how could they?! didn't they think that perhaps someone might have loved this? that this poor broken body once brought joy?
violence surged through me filling my veins with fire. i wished to put the person in as much pain as my bike and my heart were in. my knuckles whitened and all i could think of was shoving some little punk against the wall and shaking him till his teeth became my wind chime.

my dad voice cut through my rage like a sharp white blade. my hands feel stiff from being balled into a fist. i look at the angry red marks from my nails on the tender inside of my palm, and realized that violence does not solve violence.

we walked back to the truck. i climbed in and took one last look at my crippled bike, and we drove home. the snow wasn't as white, and the music coming from the radio wasn't as cheerful. i feel hollow. memories of happy time where the wind whipped past me as i sailed upon my old bike played behind my eyelids. tears mingled with the memories threatening to spill over.

"perhaps the other bike is at the impound. it might be in the same shape. that one would be worth fixing at least. the black one was just a cheap old thing." my dad spoke out loud. all i could do was nod. the empty pit in my stomach and the tight knot in my throat never loosened with that thought.

How me and Lindsay met.

well, i go to work on day and this new girl comes in. I'm like "omg shes so hot, bet shes a snob!" so i do my every day thing. and then suddenly terrorists bust into KFC! everyone is screaming but Lindsay pushes her way through and went all Rambo! "Not in my fucking KFC!" she rips off the sleeves of her shirt and uses her super strength so rip out a pipe in the wall. me and her start beating the shit out of the terrorists, me with my fire breath, Lindsay with her badass pipe. it was a bloody fight but in the end we won. Lindsay offered me a TicTac and then we walked off into the sunset, waiting till another time our powers will be needed. KFC was never rebuilt or fixed and you can still see the part where Lindsay ripped the pipe out of the wall.

How I Met Britta

So I'm in like grade 2 okay? i sitting there eating my sandwich, when suddenly this hoard of blood thirsty chickens starts attacking the kids on the monkey bars. This chick in my class named Britta and me are all "we have to save them! well except him cuz hes got cooties!" so Britta whips out glue sticks, rips the caps off and throws them at the wild chickens and exploded. i try to round them up using my semi-automatic crayola-gun. in the end there were dead chickens everywhere and we had chicken soup hot lunch for 2 weeks. they also made a shrine out of me and Britta in the sandbox but the stupid grade 6ers stomped on it.

How Me And Jordan Met

on deviant art, is Jordan's story. my story is once while i was sitting at the end of my drive way this giant guy in a carrot suit walked past smoking a cigar. i yelled out, hey ain't you suppose to be a white rabbit? the carrot dude stopped and told me due to tax cuts hes the best i could get. i shrugged and ran after him. he jumps into this hole in the ground and disappears. i morned his death for a bit then decided that ice cream was a better idea. so I'm at the ice cream shop and as I'm about to get my ice cream this wacko guy with cheese clunks me on the head and i black out. i wake up and I'm in this foreign country were pants are underwear and have this un-dieing lover for deep fried fish and chips with tea. i dust my self off and this guy rides up on this giant spray painted T-rex. I was like "whow! nice T-rex Jordan!" he was all "how the hell do you know my name?!" and i pointed to his name tag. suddenly the earth shook and people started screaming. Jordan yelled out "come on we have to save them!" so when i tried to climb on also, the T-rex picked me up in his mouth and started running. we get there just in time to see this giant pissed off granny destroying buildings. "oh no! she must of ate some bad crumpets!" yelled out Jordan and his pet rex spit me out and charged at the old lady. i tried to breath fire onto the granny but due to the large amounts of Dino drool in my eyes i was facing the wrong way boiled some water in a random kettle making a nice cup of tea. Jordan and his Dino had the old bag pinned down and i grabbed my tea and yelled "drink up Senior citizen!" and dumped the tea on her. unbeknown to me i made Prozac tea and the old lady shrunk and mellowed out. she was so happy that she made cookies for us! sadly i was unable to try them due to the fact Jordan's T-rex clunked me on the other side of the head and passed out again. when i woke up this time i was back in the ice cream shop with 2 cops arguing over whether is was mozzarella or white Cheddar that i was hit with. i then stood up and went home. da endz!

How Me And Molly Met

You met randomly in 1990: So i was sittin on the road one day and this freaky red head came up to me riding a rino. i was like whow, freak. then this rampaging mass of ladybugs started attacking people. so me and molly hoped onto this mouse cuz the rino had a flat. so yeah we get over there and we find the ladybugs are attacking a flower shop. molly screams out "not on my street!" and rips out a stop sign with her teeth. im like "damn!" and start breathing fire onto the ladybug gang and molly beats them with a sign. so we defeat the bugs and the city makes this pure gold statue of us on jasper ave. sadly a bunch of crack addics steal it and hock it for more crack and a chimp. so no one will ever know about our adventures but us.

You took weazel taping in spring 1987.

How Me And Lynn Met

You met randomly: So Im drinking a coffee in the park and this crazy red head lady walks past me. im like okay whatever, then suddenly this hord of giant evil ants come bursting from the ground! Lynn runs behind a tree and comes out wearing a huge peace sign on her chest! I was already breathing my fire breath onto the ants but there were to many. Lynn stepped up, puffed out her chest, and threw her flower power darts at them. the ants were then filled with love and happyness. they started helping little old ladys across the street, picking up garbage, and being very good ants. the city made another statue, of sliver this time, on jasper ave. again, sadly, the same crack addic that stole the golden one of me and molly stole this one and hocked it for crack and dipers for their pet chimp.