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Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

When Rat had drawn his pistol at her, she remained calm as she did not see the young man as a threat. The danger was outside, not within the heart of the boy before her. The words she spoke were from her heart, and she hoped that they would speak to his without anger or malice, but it seemed that he would be more difficult to get through to. She did not yet know or at least acknowledge Rat as a Darcen hater, although his demeanor was frighteningly similar in some aspects. Isara withdrew from him for a moment, the stinging words which he spoke rang true in her ears. Of course she had seen the bodies of the Darcsens, lining the sides of street, piled up high and burned while onlookers cheered. She had seen women and young children shot down as they ran, helpless and defenseless people who had done no wrong to their fellow humans to warrant such abysmal treatment. They were beaten, robbed, killed, driven away, and murdered in scores of ways almost too terrible to conceive of. Yet, even so she did not believe, or rather should could not believe, that the proper response to such hate is hate in return. I know that what they are doing is wrong, but if we return violence for their violence is that not simply giving them even more of a reason to hate us? Isara replied calmly, If they see that we mean them no harm and do our best to survive, then eventually they will understand that there is nothing to fear from us. If we hate those who hate us, how can we expect to be respected? I think they simply do not understand us, for if they understood why would they hate us? How can I hate them when I can see my own self in them, albeit a version of myself that is ruled by ignorance and fear rather than by love. I think anyone who is still alive is yet within the grasp of redemption, no one is beyond the ability to change... But to answer your question more directly, I believe that if we simply let ourselves fall into despair we cannot see the hope in the future. Why should we drown in self-pity when there is something ahead that could be so much better than the present? I do not think it is foolish to look at the best of everything, rather it is foolish to see only the hate without the possibility of love. However different Darcens were from the others people that walked the face of the planet, to Isara they were all the same in their hearts, and as such she could not hate them any more than she could hate her own self or her fellow Darcens. Rat as well was included in that number, of course.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Such words...he held back the urge to retch forward and puke! Idealism was the first to die in the battlefield, to speak such words while many lose siblings, parents and children to horrible people who commit such atrocities! He clenched his fists to contain his fury. What would she say to those who watched their loved ones slain, only to have their bodies shamefully displayed and denied a proper burial? What would she say to those whose homes were razed simply for the color of their Hair? What would she say to those who suffer because of a history made by those who oppressed them in the past? To think she could speak so comfortably for their suffering...how disgusting! ...Hmph. he retorted simply, begging ignorance over the things she had said. Their little argument could go on and on, he knew of Isara's resolve and it was hard to break. As she stood there looking him into his eyes, his once ferocious, simply closed as he shrugged. Walking up, he looked at her, eye to eye with an almost...joking smile. Patting her shoulder, he almost..belittled her, the gesture seemingly implying that to him, she was but a child. So tell me. Even I can be redeemed? No matter what horrible things I do, you still think I have good in me? Do you really think you can still see me as Rat, not some murderer who revels in War and Misery? he stated, wanting to see her reaction as he, without hesitation, simply grasped her left breast, squeezing amply. She too was molested when the Town Watch had captured her shortly before Rat had rescued her, reminding her all too well of the horrifying experience it was to be sexually assaulted.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Why are you trying so hard to make me dislike you? Isara placed her hands on his that was grasping her breast and tried to firmly yet gently push it away from her body, I think that no one is beyond redemption, yourself included. I am not saying that all people are good, or that their intentions are admirable even if their methods to achieving those ends are not. I am saying that people can change, and that it is well within their reach to do so. I am not saying that they will change their minds, or even if they will ever want to. What I am saying is that we should live our lives so as to make it as hard as possible for them to continue to hate us, rather than making it easy for them to stay the way they are now. She was fighting hard against her natural reaction to the harassment, her fingers pressed against his hand firmly while her shoulders slightly quivered as she could vividly recall the violence of the patrol upon seeing her. They had grasped her hands and forced them apart, the lust apparent in their darkened eyes as soon as they noticed that she was quite young and easy on the eyes. They were normal men, men who would probably never even think of such an act except that they knew that no one would stop them nor care if they followed through with this vile deed. One grasped her shawl and pulled it away from over her head while the other quickly held her limbs down on the ground as she attempted to struggle against them. They were full-grown men, however, and much too strong for her to put up much of a fight against. The other then slid his hands under her shirt up her smooth sides sides and reached up to grasp her breasts in both hands, squeezing firmly and almost painfully as he bent down his head to steal her lips. Just at that moment, Rat appeared behind them... I know you wouldn't do such a thing to me, Isara struggled to keep the images out of her mind, So please stop forcing yourself to scare me. Why do you do things like this? Do you really want me to dislike you that badly?
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Rat's words were strange and discomforting as he spoke them. He hated her? What had she done to earn his hate? She was given little time to think over these things as continued, berating her optimism has he often had before. Unlike before, however, there was an odd sense of finality to his words, as if this would be the last time he would speak them before something happened... Something irrevocable. The strange and lonely boy intended to do something that very night, but she would have no idea what it would be until it was far too late for her to do a thing about it. Tonight's events? Isara repeated as curiosity hinted with fear flavored her tone, Rat, what are you talking about? Gunshots rang out nearby, followed by the cries of the children and the sudden chill of panic. They had been found, and with two of their men down and possibly dead there would be little or no chance of her escape. The strength in her knees gave away and she fell to her knees, her eyes looking up at Rat who smiled down at her while pointing a gun at her face. Rat... Why? she asked, tears pooling at the edges of her eyes, Why would you do this? Won't they kill you too? Why would you save us, only to throw us back to our deaths? Her face fell into her hands, unable to block out the sounds of her friend's deaths and the plaintive cries of the women and children. She knew this would be the end, the end of her freedom and most likely her life as well. Reality was knocking at her door, demanding that she lash out in a futile attempt to preserve her own well being even though she knew it would not do her a single ounce of good. She had nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Only one word registered in her mind Why?
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Behind his malicious smile lay a languishing heart. He didn't desire for this to happen...but...his bloodpact, the very brand that bound him to an invisible chain to his master beckoned him to commit such a heinous deed. His smile spread wide, as if...relishing this very event, enjoying to hear their screams end with gunfire ringing throughout the sky. Unseen assailants shifted about, shadows dancing as sadistic laughter overcame their cries and pleas for help. The light of gunfire revealed figures desperately trying to run away only to be cut down. Who were those people, who would so cruelly execute and kill innocent women and children? Relishing every moment of her crushed spirit, Rat simply gloated, laughing at her misery and the sadness that formed in her heart. What of her nobles words then?! This was the true face of the cruel Rat, the very same who had saved her friends, given them a tiny shred of hope only for it to be taken away by their very own savior. Brought so close, yet so far... Without warning, Rat had grasped her upwards, forcing her arms back as he roughly led her back into the encampment. The situation had become nothing short of a massacre. Esme was shot at the back when she tried to shield Miol and her children. The injured Heka tried to cover himself before a Mercenary emptied an entire magazine into his body. The children were utterly terrified, Miol bleeding at the stomach from a bullet to her stomach that went astray trying to hit Hakan from Tolan. Huddled in a corner with a stocky man wearing a Lancer's Blast shield pointing at them, a man with a brimmed hat smiled when Rat had walked into the scene, throwing Isara right into the fray facing Mercenaries who stood with weapons primed. Good work, Rat. My pleasure...master. The others glared with surprise and were instantly distraught. All this time, this man was in fact the enemy as well!
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Isara walked with Rat without putting up much of a struggle other than trying to position her arms in a less painful position as he led her back to the camp, her mind still in a hazy blur at the suddenness of his betrayal. How could he do such a thing, to his own people as well as himself? It defied all logic, and for the time her lips felt dry and numb. She could not think, neither could she feel anything, so deep had the confusion and terror penetrated her heart. When Rat threw her down among the others, she looked up at them with an apologetic gaze. I didn't know she wished to speak those words but they fell dead on her lips. Such words she did not want in her mouth as her last, which she feared her end was soon at hand. She turned and looked up at the men, the muzzles of their guns pointed toward herself and the others. Please, she finally found her voice, although from the hints of emotional pain it was clear that she might loose it again shortly, Please no more, I... Was she actually going to be raped this time? Would she be put through the agonizing pain and torment of these their vicious captors and finally die in a miserable fashion? Should she throw herself at their mercy, or was there another way? She knew that she had to, or that very fate awaited all of them that were yet breathing. She spoke haltingly, We only wish to live in peace and to enjoy the simple things in life. What have we ever done to you to deserve such harsh treatment and death? I ask you, no, I implore you to hear but this one request. If I can prove to you that we mean no harm to you, by submitting myself to all that you ask, would you please reconsider how you see my people as well as myself? I am willing to take upon myself your frustration and anger. Do what you wish with me, but in return please don't hurt the others.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Their leader grit his teeth tightly, his face souring into a vicious frown. Even Rat glared in return, seemingly wanting to remind her that she had made quite the mistake. She was not bound in anyway, thrown between the Mercenary, their captives and Rat. But it was quite obvious that many other lives would be lost today. They had put up with her whimpering but for sure she was now crossing the line here. Walking slowly up to Isara, their leader, the one Zeppel called his 'master' drew his hand back and brutally back-handed Isara, sending her to the ground. Eyes of Topaz yellow burned with raw fury as he glared at her. I bet you the people of the past said just that as your Ancestors had killed ours! You and your people will atone for the sins you they committed and their cry for justice will not be silenced! Not now, not in the generation to come, but until the Darcsen stain is wiped from this world! The Darcsen Calamity. It was the very root of their persecution and the very reason the Purge had been ordered. It was said that in the past, the Darcsen ruled as gluttons and murderers who took everything for themselves and slaughtered all who were not of their kin. That was, until the Valkyrur, the saviors of Europa, slew the Darcsen King and scattered their numbers. Despite many claims of moderate scholars and historians that such a story was fabricated, it was quite obvious that many ears refused to listen to that truth as the Darcsen continue to suffer time and time again, even in ages past. Rat clenched his hand into a fist, staring on displaying the same emotion as his 'master'. His Master then grasped Isara by her hair, forcing her up as he got a good look at her. Her features weren't very bountiful, but her looks and her attitude was quite attractive. A body that was well proportioned did look great, even if her breasts and her ass weren't more bountiful. You'd think we'd agree to that shit?! Wahahahaha! he said, drawing his pistol and shooting Miol on the the stomach, who reached forward as blood gushed from the wound. The children cried and grasped the slowly-dying body of their Grandmother. Such cruelty and anger... The others look quite surprised the stocky man who had the makings of a Lancer was surprised at first, only to display disgust. A man with a trench coat averted his eyes from the ghastly sight while a man slinging a long rifle stoically looked on. Zeppel walked forward, forcing her chin up as he looked to her. I'll make you a deal. Rat, bring those Triplets. They weren't actually triplets, but rather, wee little children, aged 9, 11 and 14, all three whom were males. They looked very scared, one with a frown began to hit Rat at the shins. When brought up, Zeppel pointed a Gun at the middle one. I'll let one of these Pigs go. But you have to choose which two dies! If you don't count until then, I will kill all of them!
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Isara fell with a painful cry as his hand impacted the side of her face, leaving a mark near her cheekbone. She knew that she had most likely been too bold in her words, but given their situation it would be highly unlikely that any of them would get away live no matter what she said. Her wide dark eyes gazed up at his as he reached down and taking hold of her hair forced her to stand. Her eyes already showed signs of resolve, knowing that her death would be soon following Miol's yet most likely not going to be as quick or as painless. If her captors were particularly cruel, they might even keep her alive till the very end so that she would have to witness all of her friend's deaths before facing her own. She knew what these people believed about the Darcens, but she knew in her heart that their anger and hate were unfounded. An entire race doomed to extinction because of previous generation's sins? Such could not be called justice in the least. I had to try, didn't I? she said softly, yet hinted with pain and fear, which only was increased upon hearing the choice that he gave her to make, I will not be made a party to murder. If you are going to kill them, I will not condone your actions by making a mockery of mercy. She reached out and took hold of the gun, but it rested firmly in the man's hands and probably wouldn't budge from its aim had she even tried to push it away, How could you make me choose between those I love? Isara had no family left to her. Both of her parents had been killed several years ago, and she had no knowledge of whatever extended family she might have had. Yet, these three had each other at least, and the prospect of their fate resting in her own hands terrified her especially since there was no hope of them surviving together. Her eyes fell from his as she realized that her words would likely have no effect at all on the man, Just let the eldest go if you must make me choose... But realize that they are humans and not animals that you are killing. It is you who have decided to kill them.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Isara once again fell to the ground from the force of the blow, the pain pulling another cry from her lips as the blow contacted her. She rubbed the throbbing regions of her face with one hand as she pushed herself back up into a seated position on the ground before them. Tears formed and streamed down her cheeks, as she knew that the once cheerful voices of those children wound never again be heard in this world, yet she believed that she too would soon follow them into the other world. Rat's story was indeed a pitiful one, one which struck hard at home in her own heart as well. She had also been an orphan, few of even her own people taking pity on her and offering any form of sustenance or assistance as they were much too preoccupied with providing for and protecting themselves. And yet, she had found this group of survivors which took her in and cared for her for over five years now. They had grown to love and understand each other, caring for and helping to keep each other safe while retaining a semblance of dignity in this dark and dismal world. And here, one by one they were dying in front of her while powerless to do anything about it. I am sorry, Rat, she turned to him although he did not return the gaze, As I too am a Darcen. Yet, you are not alone in feeling abandoned and betrayed. I too wondered why my parents had to die and leave me behind in the world without a single word of hope. Yet, in betraying your own people in this manner, how are you any better than those who did no offer you even the slightest of mercies? As soon as they have no more use of you, if they do not see you any differently as they see us here and now how do you think you will avoid the same fate as I will suffer this very day? It would be highly unlikely that Rat would ever be sexually assaulted, yes, but in the end they would probably both end up with a bullet lodged in their heads.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Though Rat stood up, far more dignified compared to the state that Isara was in, he felt his own sadness returning...her words did strike a chord inside of him, but his hatred his anger and his sorrow overpowered the soft thought as he glared towards Isara, kicking her at the rib with quite some force that it made Zeppel frown because he was rather close. How dare you speak such self-righteous words! he was particularly angry at her assumption. I don't care if I am discarded aside. I had lost my life the moment I was abandoned by your people! My Master gave me a new Life and by the Heavens I will abandon it if he so desires! Where was their Kindness when I implored for it? Don't act like you know everything! It was rare for even Rat to display emotion, but, so enveloped by rage tears did flow from his eyes. No matter. Zeppel had just about enough. Holding his carbine, he gunned down the rest of the children and shot another few rounds into the others. He walked right beside Isara, spitting on the floor near her. As she stood there, silently, without a word, Zeppel whispered Get used to seeing this this is what the future holds for those who have burned the world in the past. he said. He motioned for the others to follow and gladly they did so, to escape the carnage that had transpired. As silence came once again, only Rat and Isara remained, one standing high, the other forced to the ground. Even he did not dare look her in the eyes, noticing the silver stream as tears fell from her eyes. Rat simply walked up to her, grasped her right hand, which was clenched into a fist, opened up her gentle fingers and placed his pistol on her hands, pointing to him. Was he mocking her? Mocking her knowing that she could never shoot a fellow Darcsen? Kill me if you dare. he dared, his voice devoid of any emotion, whether it be pity or contempt.
Thread: Valkyria Chronicles - The Unwritten account of the Warhounds

Isara held her left hand over her ribs, which were still throbbing from the pain of the impact earlier as she looked down slowly toward her right hand which Rat had placed the gun in. She then peered up at him, a deep sense of pity for him and sorrow in her eyes for having once again lost everything and everyone that she had cared for... or rather, all but one. I could never kill you, she said between sobs, You know that to be true. Isara laid the gun back down on the ground and offered a silent prayer for her friends, asking that they would find their way to heaven and rest there without worry or suffering any longer. Unable to contain herself, she let out loud cries of anguish, as much for herself and Rat himself as for the loss of her dearly loved friends. She wiped the tears from her eyes, but they refused to stop flowing. The effort that she had put on maintaining her composure having almost completely sapped her strength so that she found herself falling into a merciful sleep as she curled up on the ground, the very ground now soaked with the blood of her previous companions.