Talow stood kusoma the task he had been given. It had come from the general of the battalions and recruiting so he couldn't object. He read the scrawled out message again:
Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains
wewe are to ripoti to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one siku after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death
Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The dawati was occupied kwa a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in swali watched silently. “Do wewe remember what it was wewe did?” The man sat forward, a wicked grin on his face. The boy was sweating but made no songesha to wipe his brow. “Speak!” He jolted and like a machine began to talk.
“I refused to follow my battalion into battle, leaving my brothers to the mercy of the Bellators.” His mouth clamped shut when he was done.
“Exactly.” The man at the dawati had a look in his eye like a savage beast with its prey pinned under it. “And wewe know why I have to punish wewe for this. If everyone started abandoning mission we would have Lost years ago. Is that what wewe want! To be ruled kwa self-loving Bellators! Well do you?” The man's face had turned red with rage as he leaned across the dawati to shout in the traitor's face.
“No...I...um..” He was silenced kwa the man as he stood and gripped him kwa the throat.
“I new wewe were a panya the siku wewe were recruited.” He dropped him to the ground. “Take him away, I'll deal with him later.” Two of the soldiers who had been standing behind the boy now came mbele and grabbed him kwa the arms. His shouts and pleading could be heard as he was dragged down the hall. Talow watched them leave and was having sekunde thoughts about this when the man noticed him.
“Quit cowering and get over here before I do the same to you.” Talow obeyed and stood before the man, handing his paper over. The man read it and sank back into his chair.
“So, wewe got the guts to do this au are wewe going to chicken out like most of them?” Talow didn't say a word as the man walked around the dawati and lead him down the same hall the soldiers had vanished down. Talow could see people locked behind bars, dirty and sad-looking as he passed keeping close to the officer. When they reach cell 23 Talow could see the villagers from Dains watching him as the door was unlocked. They backed into the corner as the officer entered the cell and grabbed a thin man with bloody nails and a bruise on his cheek. He dropped him in-front of Talow.
“Your choice. We can do this the quick way au we can drag it out.” He pulled from his ukanda a small gun and a club with nails poking out of it. Talow looked from the weapons to the man who was watching the floor, not meeting his eyes. Talow picked the gun, checking how many rounds it had left. One. Just enough to finish the job. He saw the officer watching him, waiting for him to pull the trigger and end this mans life in full view of the others. Talow knew this man which made all so much harder. As he aimed the gun and steadied his shaking finger on the trigger Talow was about to bury the bullet in the man's head when a shout from down the hall forced him to jerk his hand and shoot the floor inayofuata to the man. The officer spun on his heel and stormed down the small ahllway, stopping at a cell containing one person. The boy who had attacked Talow in the clearing. The man alisema something to him before he started walking back to his dawati to fins another bullet.
Talow took this opportunity to run down the hall and stop at the cell.
“Why did wewe do that?” He asked the boy behind the bars. The boy leaned casually against the wall, examining his nails.
“Do what?”
“Stop me from shooting that villager.” Talow was growing impatient knowing that his time was running out.
“I know wewe don't like killing, it's written all over your face.” The boy came closer. “You want to get out of here?” Talow nodded eagerly. “Next chance wewe get out of this place find the main road until wewe reach a place with two alley ways. Take the second, it'll lead wewe the jungle.” Talow made a mental note of what he was told.
“Why are wewe helping me?”
“Think of it as a favour.” Talow took a step back from him and started to turn away.
“Thank you...um..” He didn't even know his name to thank him properly.
“Name's Raza, now get out of here.” Raza shooed him away as the officer started coming back down the hall.
Talow found the entrance to HQ easy enough, it was getting out that would cause some problems. He waited around until he saw someone he knew.
“Nico, Cyle!”
“Hey Talow, what's up?” They stopped to talk to him, moving to a ukuta where they wouldn't be in the way.
“I was wondering if wewe guys could get the guards to open the doors since you've both got zaidi seniority then me. I think I dropped something outside when we were coming back.” Cyle and Nico exchanged looks, not quite believing his story but they helped him anyway. When Talow was far enough away, he started to follow the directions Raza had aliyopewa him, sure enough he found himself at the edge of the jungle. All he had to do was dive in there and he'd be nyumbani free, but should he? Talow looked back at the city noticing the line of men coming down the main road. He still held the plans under his koti, jacket and he knew they were looking for him. Were they after the plans? Did they know he had escaped? All thinking came to late as UFS soldiers found him. Maybe if he talked to them they would see it from his point of view. He had the plans, all he had to do was onyesha them.
Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains
wewe are to ripoti to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one siku after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death
Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The dawati was occupied kwa a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in swali watched silently. “Do wewe remember what it was wewe did?” The man sat forward, a wicked grin on his face. The boy was sweating but made no songesha to wipe his brow. “Speak!” He jolted and like a machine began to talk.
“I refused to follow my battalion into battle, leaving my brothers to the mercy of the Bellators.” His mouth clamped shut when he was done.
“Exactly.” The man at the dawati had a look in his eye like a savage beast with its prey pinned under it. “And wewe know why I have to punish wewe for this. If everyone started abandoning mission we would have Lost years ago. Is that what wewe want! To be ruled kwa self-loving Bellators! Well do you?” The man's face had turned red with rage as he leaned across the dawati to shout in the traitor's face.
“No...I...um..” He was silenced kwa the man as he stood and gripped him kwa the throat.
“I new wewe were a panya the siku wewe were recruited.” He dropped him to the ground. “Take him away, I'll deal with him later.” Two of the soldiers who had been standing behind the boy now came mbele and grabbed him kwa the arms. His shouts and pleading could be heard as he was dragged down the hall. Talow watched them leave and was having sekunde thoughts about this when the man noticed him.
“Quit cowering and get over here before I do the same to you.” Talow obeyed and stood before the man, handing his paper over. The man read it and sank back into his chair.
“So, wewe got the guts to do this au are wewe going to chicken out like most of them?” Talow didn't say a word as the man walked around the dawati and lead him down the same hall the soldiers had vanished down. Talow could see people locked behind bars, dirty and sad-looking as he passed keeping close to the officer. When they reach cell 23 Talow could see the villagers from Dains watching him as the door was unlocked. They backed into the corner as the officer entered the cell and grabbed a thin man with bloody nails and a bruise on his cheek. He dropped him in-front of Talow.
“Your choice. We can do this the quick way au we can drag it out.” He pulled from his ukanda a small gun and a club with nails poking out of it. Talow looked from the weapons to the man who was watching the floor, not meeting his eyes. Talow picked the gun, checking how many rounds it had left. One. Just enough to finish the job. He saw the officer watching him, waiting for him to pull the trigger and end this mans life in full view of the others. Talow knew this man which made all so much harder. As he aimed the gun and steadied his shaking finger on the trigger Talow was about to bury the bullet in the man's head when a shout from down the hall forced him to jerk his hand and shoot the floor inayofuata to the man. The officer spun on his heel and stormed down the small ahllway, stopping at a cell containing one person. The boy who had attacked Talow in the clearing. The man alisema something to him before he started walking back to his dawati to fins another bullet.
Talow took this opportunity to run down the hall and stop at the cell.
“Why did wewe do that?” He asked the boy behind the bars. The boy leaned casually against the wall, examining his nails.
“Do what?”
“Stop me from shooting that villager.” Talow was growing impatient knowing that his time was running out.
“I know wewe don't like killing, it's written all over your face.” The boy came closer. “You want to get out of here?” Talow nodded eagerly. “Next chance wewe get out of this place find the main road until wewe reach a place with two alley ways. Take the second, it'll lead wewe the jungle.” Talow made a mental note of what he was told.
“Why are wewe helping me?”
“Think of it as a favour.” Talow took a step back from him and started to turn away.
“Thank you...um..” He didn't even know his name to thank him properly.
“Name's Raza, now get out of here.” Raza shooed him away as the officer started coming back down the hall.
Talow found the entrance to HQ easy enough, it was getting out that would cause some problems. He waited around until he saw someone he knew.
“Nico, Cyle!”
“Hey Talow, what's up?” They stopped to talk to him, moving to a ukuta where they wouldn't be in the way.
“I was wondering if wewe guys could get the guards to open the doors since you've both got zaidi seniority then me. I think I dropped something outside when we were coming back.” Cyle and Nico exchanged looks, not quite believing his story but they helped him anyway. When Talow was far enough away, he started to follow the directions Raza had aliyopewa him, sure enough he found himself at the edge of the jungle. All he had to do was dive in there and he'd be nyumbani free, but should he? Talow looked back at the city noticing the line of men coming down the main road. He still held the plans under his koti, jacket and he knew they were looking for him. Were they after the plans? Did they know he had escaped? All thinking came to late as UFS soldiers found him. Maybe if he talked to them they would see it from his point of view. He had the plans, all he had to do was onyesha them.
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, au things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if wewe die from laughter, au possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Marafiki all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chokoleti coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I upendo Harry Potter
au was it apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Marafiki all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chokoleti coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I upendo Harry Potter
au was it apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH sekunde inayopendelewa CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH inayopendelewa CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND inayopendelewa IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND pango I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA pink YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the moyo and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The Lost will flee au loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned au tainted au overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I onyesha signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much zaidi green
dragoni that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give wewe nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, au copper au even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
wewe can get your own fairy and wish for whatever wewe want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much zaidi green
dragoni that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give wewe nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, au copper au even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
wewe can get your own fairy and wish for whatever wewe want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around