• Fan Fiction: Praeordinaris, Part Two

  Read part two of my attic find. Now it's getting bloody.

  written by Alex Woitalla, 10.12.08

  e could distinguish all of them easily just by listing to their voices. There was Pal, Jam, Vasvar and Narec, the leader. Kesh held his breath as shadows moved past his cunning ambush. Bog still cowered behind his heap, ready to jump forward, like a spider in its web.
  
  Not yet! Again that voice. Just a few more seconds.
  
  Where did it come from? The self-brewed throat buster, they seized off that crippled bum? Could't be. Kesh wiped away the distracting thoughts as he could even see their emblems on the jackets now.

  The pig’s head on red backdrop. Then he took a deep breath, there was only the imminent carnage on his mind, the world narrowing to the figure of Narec moving two meters in front of him.

  Now!

  A scream compressed itself in Keshs stomach, made is way up to his throat, just to explode in front of his face. Pulling up his makeshift pistol, he darted out of the his dark hideout.

  Shoot! It fired.

  He perceived the shapes whirling around, astonished, caught flat by the ambush, thus drawing their weapons with trained accuracy. One of them slumped down to the wet concrete ground.

  Shoot! It fired.

  Roaring like animals, Keshs comrades entered the fray. He himself took a firm posture and continued to fire at the figures.

  As always, Stella was the first to go into close combat. With her sword she pierced one of her opponents from behind. The poor bastard stared at the cold blade protruding from his chest, gripping into the sharp edges with his bare hands, just to be slammed to the ground by her heavy boots. Bogs and Darcides were a bit late compared to Stellas lightning speed, as always.

  Don’t fire into close combat. It’s not good.

  Kesh dropped his pistol, produced his dagger and dashed into the melee. He pinched Narec, still being caught unprepared and saw the flicker of panic in his eyes. The strong Narec. He ruled these streets for a long time, but now he was old and his time was about to come. Keshs dagger pierced his throat, as if it was nothing. Simultaneously he rammed his knee into his groin, tackling him hard. Both went down to the ground, entangled in deadly combat. There was only blood in Keshs world now.

  Kill him! Kill him!

  Again and again he buried his dagger into Narecs torso, neck, arm, again the neck, without mercy. Narec was dead, and so were the Juggers.

  Kesh checked the situation. Stella just beheaded her now dead opponent, while Bogs battled Pal in close combat, rolling around, trying to get a superior position. Darcides smashed the bones of his enemy with his beloved iron bar.

  It´s going well!

  Kesh jumped to his feet to pick up his gun and dashed over to meet Bogs and Pal, to help out his fellow. He waited for the proper moment when Pal was on top, grabbed his greasy scalp, tore back his head and put his own gun to Pals temple. Click! It failed.

  Pal ripped his head forward, losing a bunch of hair and rolled over to the left, leaving the unconscious Bogs behind. Swiftly he was back on his feet. There was a wild and inhuman grin on his bloody face. Fiercely Kesh glared at his useless weapon, while Pal reached in his pocket and produced fist-seized item.

  Watch it! A grenade!

  A beeping sound emerged from Pal´s fist. Again Kesh raised his weapon and aimed. Pals grin erupted into diabolic laughter as he prepared to throw his grenade.

  It will kill you!

  Please… please..., Kesh thought and pulled the trigger.

  Pals chest ripped open as the projectile hit him, throwing him back several metres.

  Take cover!!

  “Take cover!”, Kesh yelled and dropped to the wet concrete ground. Silence, only the barely audible beeping from the grenade filled the air. Then a flash followed by a dull bang erupted. Something soft hit Keshs head. Again silence.

  Kesh looked up. Pal was gone. The scene was splattered by a brownish-red coating. Slowly lumps of flesh oozed down the walls. Kesh raised and wiped the blood off his face. Pals pity grave was marked by a star of grime with a small dent in the middle.

  Well done, Kesh!

  “What?” Kesh asked aloud, turning around. Stella, still holding her opponents head by its hair, grinned broadly. “That was quite simple, eh?”

  Easy it was, thought Kesh. “See what they got. Maybe there’s some loot.” At once Stella and Darcides rushed over the six dead bodies. Kesh took care of Bogs, who had a giant nasty bruise on his forehead. They did not find any suitable weapons, except some blades, nothing special. But Narec yielded a bag of precious metal, maybe half a kilo and about sixteen Thrones in cash.

  “Whut we gonna do wif it?” asked Darcides, while he cleaned his beloved iron bar from stains of blood.

  “Well, we could get a better gun.” replied Stella, “Maybe an automatic or one that won’t explode when you fire it, or one that fires at all.” She grinned and looked over at Kesh, who helped Bogs up to his feet. “Yeah, sure.” Kesh sighed, ignoring the sarcasm in Stellas words. “But we should get back on our way home before it’s night cycle.”

  The gangers left the scene of carnage through the collapsed ruins of a generator building, while Kesh looked back and tried to remember his fathers voice.

  But he couldn’t.

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