Told you so

'Cause you said, said she's the one

Thursday, November 12, 2009, 5:20 AM

A zephyr picked up across the prairie. A pair of children garbed in silky white robes ran freely across the ceaseless horizon. The setting sun created long shadows that stretched as far as one could see. Both of them were picking up the wild dandelions that grew there and throwing them up, letting the zephyr blow them away.

The children were laughing away in joy and looked at the golden flowers float away. They continued to mill around the fields and chased each other, throwing whatever remainder of their loot at each other.

Their guardians simply stood at the sides and kept a sharp eye looking out for any abnormalities, especially assassins who would sneak around in the tall wild grasses.

A sudden cry from one of the children alerted the guardians and all 3 of them rushed over to the source of the cry with one hand on their firearms. They did not fully draw their weapons for fear of startling the children. Only when they realised that the reason for the cry was due to one of them tripping over a rock and falling down then did they release their grip on their firearms.

That was their mistake. Suddenly, the grass near the 3 Guardians shuffled and before the 3 Guardians were ready, 5 men completely dressed in camouflage kits pounced from the tall grass and slit 2 of the Guardians' throat. The 3rd Guardian got lucky, he pulled his firearm out and managed to squeeze a shot at his assailant and managed to disarm another assassin and stabbed him in the torso.

The surviving assailants nodded at each other and two of them ran for the children, who were stunned by what just happened. They had tears welling up in their eyes. The last assailant rushed for the remaining Guardian, determined to either kill him and end the job or die trying to complete their assignment.

The Guardian side-stepped the assailant and used his forward momentum to toss him onto the floor and stomp him down with his boots. He gave the assailant a punch in the head for good measure before policing his dagger, but decided to use it as a ranged weapon. He threw the sleek knife and it embedded itself into the skull of one of the assailant who was about to deliver a knockout punch to one of the children. The assailant stumbled and fell face first, onto a rock and spilled his life fluids all over. The other assailant had made off with one of the children, before leaping away, he gave the Guardian a death-stare. One that will embed into the Guardian for life.

The Guardian tried to squeeze off a few shots from his firearm, to no avail as the range was too far for his weapon. The remaining child sat on a patch of grass and was wailing away, both from shock and what had just transpired. The Guardian picked up the child and sunk the child's head onto his shoulders, obscuring the child's sight of the bloody scene and bowed his head in honour of his brethren's sacrifice to defend their charge..

The Guardian began his journey back to the manor, with his head hung low.. His steps are solemn..

Monday, November 9, 2009, 5:41 AM

The rain poured down heavily onto the streets, the gradient of the hill created a little stream of rainwater gushing down.. Not even the drains next to the road were suffice to accommodate the volume of flow.

Under the distant glow of each unwavering lamp posts, the street looks very deserted. Occasionally, cars would drive past and send water splashing everywhere. Even with their headlights on the brightest, it was only up till a certain distance where the frame of the car could be visible.Nobody else was on the streets. No fool would brave such a storm and roam the streets.

The storm picked up again and sent strong gales. The gales battered against the trees and buildings, slamming shut any doors that were facing in the general direction.

A man appeared on the walkway. He walked with solemn footsteps, his head hung low. His hair, though wet, appeared majestic and covered his eyes. He held a piece of drizzled paper, with ink smudged all over it until it was unreadable.

The storm was unmerciful and continued to batter down heavily, yet the man did not flinch nor react. He just kept going,kept on walking in the direction that he is presented with.

A resident living nearby took out an umbrella and bellowed towards the man. The man stopped and raised his head towards the source of the disturbance, with eyes of the souless he studied the resident. The resident waved the umbrella in the air and beckoned for him to go over to take shelter. The man ignored the resident's offer and continued to walk. He looked up into the pinkish clouds overhead and felt the cold and heavy droplets splash onto his face..

To others, he seems like a destitute, but far younger for an average one. In truth, he was ditched by the one he truly loves. The single individual that he has been trying to court since they ever met in high school. The man's feelings was utterly shattered, he felt nothing in his heart, it was dead. Tears drizzled down his cheeks, but were covered by the downpour. The sky was crying with him.

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