Post by Tobias Van Ruck on Aug 16, 2013 12:56:41 GMT -5
Shurima Desert, August 27th, 15 CLE
He could feel it. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to resist, to run away and save himself. But he knew that wasn't an option. The ropes were bound around him tight; his wrists were locked behind his back, and when he was kneeling like this, there was no way in hell he could get up without them, let alone escape the men around it. Still, his mind raced. While his heart had accepted his fate, his mind wouldn't give up that last hope. There had to be a way out, some trick he could pull. Maybe if he tried to pull a con, talk them into letting him get his guns out? No, he was out of ammo. Maybe if he could get one of theirs? No, they aren't that dumb, unfortunately for him. Maybe if he-
Tobias let out a cry, being pushed out from his thoughts. He managed to keep himself upright, but it wasn't easy. The cause of the pain was a kick, delivered right to his gut, by one of the men atop the horse before him. He gave him a sadistic smile, clearly loving the power he had right now. The men all looked to be in their 40's, roughly shaven and dressed to match. Tobias knew their faces well; they were part of McKingle's gang. They'd spent the better part of a year following him constantly, trying to get him to join their group. Unfortunately, they seemed to have gotten tired of it. So during a hunt, they jumped him, as soon as the prey was dead and he was out of ammo. So they got the bounty and his life, beautiful.
They'd pick the best place to dump him too; he'd spent all of his life running around the part of the desert he'd called home, yet even he couldn't identify his part. All he could see was sand. No landmarks, no buildings, nothing. The wind was starting to pick up as well; if he wasn't found within a few hours, he'd probably never be found. He looked up at the the largest man before him, starring him defiantly in the eyes. The man smiled with a deviant glee. He raised up his pistol, holding it before Tobias. "So, any last words boy?"
Tobias let out a small grin, keeping his stare with the man. "At least I get to know it takes five of yah with ammo to take one of me without."
The man sneered and fired the shot. As soon as he did, he and his men turned towards around and started moving off, cackling wildly as they did. Tobias felt it; death. A sudden pain in his chest, a familiar pain. He'd been shot before, in the arm or the leg. He'd been a lucky bastard, nothing bad. This was different though, he could feel it. He was dying. In the right of his chest he felt it. The pain was unbearable. He collapsed onto his back, looking to the men who abandoned him as they rode away. Was this really it? Was this how he was gonna go down? Not like a man, but like an animal. No. He wasn't gonna die. He'd survive. He'd do something. He'd get back and kill those sons of *******. He'd do it, somehow. His consciousness was starting to fade, things were getting fuzzy. He'd get them. He'd do it.
He could feel it. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to resist, to run away and save himself. But he knew that wasn't an option. The ropes were bound around him tight; his wrists were locked behind his back, and when he was kneeling like this, there was no way in hell he could get up without them, let alone escape the men around it. Still, his mind raced. While his heart had accepted his fate, his mind wouldn't give up that last hope. There had to be a way out, some trick he could pull. Maybe if he tried to pull a con, talk them into letting him get his guns out? No, he was out of ammo. Maybe if he could get one of theirs? No, they aren't that dumb, unfortunately for him. Maybe if he-
Tobias let out a cry, being pushed out from his thoughts. He managed to keep himself upright, but it wasn't easy. The cause of the pain was a kick, delivered right to his gut, by one of the men atop the horse before him. He gave him a sadistic smile, clearly loving the power he had right now. The men all looked to be in their 40's, roughly shaven and dressed to match. Tobias knew their faces well; they were part of McKingle's gang. They'd spent the better part of a year following him constantly, trying to get him to join their group. Unfortunately, they seemed to have gotten tired of it. So during a hunt, they jumped him, as soon as the prey was dead and he was out of ammo. So they got the bounty and his life, beautiful.
They'd pick the best place to dump him too; he'd spent all of his life running around the part of the desert he'd called home, yet even he couldn't identify his part. All he could see was sand. No landmarks, no buildings, nothing. The wind was starting to pick up as well; if he wasn't found within a few hours, he'd probably never be found. He looked up at the the largest man before him, starring him defiantly in the eyes. The man smiled with a deviant glee. He raised up his pistol, holding it before Tobias. "So, any last words boy?"
Tobias let out a small grin, keeping his stare with the man. "At least I get to know it takes five of yah with ammo to take one of me without."
The man sneered and fired the shot. As soon as he did, he and his men turned towards around and started moving off, cackling wildly as they did. Tobias felt it; death. A sudden pain in his chest, a familiar pain. He'd been shot before, in the arm or the leg. He'd been a lucky bastard, nothing bad. This was different though, he could feel it. He was dying. In the right of his chest he felt it. The pain was unbearable. He collapsed onto his back, looking to the men who abandoned him as they rode away. Was this really it? Was this how he was gonna go down? Not like a man, but like an animal. No. He wasn't gonna die. He'd survive. He'd do something. He'd get back and kill those sons of *******. He'd do it, somehow. His consciousness was starting to fade, things were getting fuzzy. He'd get them. He'd do it.
