Thread: To Break Down The Walls (Kravin5150 & darkangel76)

Vino sat down in a large black leather recliner. He sipped the drink he had in his hand as a woman wrapped her arms around him from behind. She bent down and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Vino smiled as he took her hand in his. The woman smiled back and squeezed his hand. Vino felt a tug on his pant leg and looked down. He saw a young girl looking up at him smiling holding up a picture she drew. It had two stick figure people and a stick figure child in front of a house with a large sun. Vino took the picture with a smile from the girl. The girl handed him the picture, a small bracelet with a jewel on it hung from her wrist as she did so. Vino looked at the picture to see everything the little girl had drawn. When he lowered the picture from his view he was in a dark place. Blood was everywhere, Vino was in a panic. He searched around and found the bloody corpse of a woman with a smaller corpse on top that was wearing a small bracelet with a jewel on it. Vino's eyes shot open as he looked up at the sky through his shades. The first thing that registered through his mind was the horrible amount of pain he was in. He gasp for air but ended up coughing. Spouts of crimson liquid escaped his lips. He tried to regain his senses but his body was racked in pain. He turned his head to his arm, there were holes in his sleeve and a small puddle of blood. Fortunately for him the bandit was a bad shot. 'Is this it? is there where my journey ends? After surviving so long I was done in by inbred bandits?' Vino let out a small chuckle that just came out as a huff due to the pain in his chest. 'Looks like I wasn't able to save anyone.' He thought to himself as he rolled his head to his side. A glint had caught his attention and he looked to see the source. It was the sun reflecting from the bracelet on his wrist. Vino stared at the piece of jewelery as emotions surged through his body. He clenched his hand into a fist as he remembered Kyle's cries. Fuck that, I refuse! He yelled as he forced himself to sit up. He let out a small cry of pain as various parts of his body ached. He pushed all the pain aside and he forced himself to stand. His legs were shaky and felt like they wouldn't hold. He staggered to the side of the ridge and wasted no time trying to climb. The arm with the buckshot in it bleed and ached with every grip he made as his back and shoulders felt like they were on fire. 'Not today...I won't allow it.' Vino thought as he pushed himself to climb faster. He wasn't afraid of death and made a deal a long time ago that he would accept death when it came calling but not until he was ready. A single face was burned into his memories right now. It was of Kyle, if it wasn't for him she would be dead. He had made the choice to save her and he would be damned if it was for her to become the bandits new pet. He grasped onto the ledge and pulled himself up. His breathing was heavy as he looked around. The area was empty and there was no sighting of the bandits or Kyle. Vino stood up and looked at the ground. The soil of a once rich and grassy plain was reduced to nothing but sand and dirt since the war. This was the only time in his life he was thankful for the war, if not then the bandits footprints wouldn't be so easy to follow. He looked up at the sky to see the sun starting to set. He hurried his pace as he began to run. Blood dripped from his fingertips as a result from the shot he took. All pain had been erased from his mind as he continued to follow the prints. He had to save her, he was in too deep not to. He wouldn't lay down and die as another person died because of him. He had seen too many people killed in his life because of his mistakes and he wouldn't let it happen again. The world was a cruel place and he would have to be more vicious than it to survive. The sun was now almost gone as Vino glanced towards the sky. Fuck. was all he could say as the sun set and darkness consumed the planes. The thing about nightfall is that there are a different breed of creatures out. The creatures are thinner and more bony than the day creatures. They have sharper claws, faster speeds and a more ruthless temper. Night creatures bury themselves deep within the sand and come out to hunt at night. They use their other senses to hunt and are completely blind. They run the nighttime and prey on anything that moves. There only weakness is light, so a person was safe as long as they were in the light. Vino cursed to himself as he stopped in his tracks. They were hear, he could sense them. After living in the plains for so long he had tuned his other senses for when his sight was taken out. It was the only thing that kept him alive when the sun went down. Vino closed his eyes and opened his other senses to the world. He could hear their steps, he felt their movement and he smelt their horrible stench. He took out his sword and braced himself, they were coming. He took note of every step he heard and every vibration he felt. He took his time with his swings. He could feel his sword slicing through the bodies as he could practically taste their blood. He didn't know when it would end. He kept on slicing and cutting until he could no longer sense any more movement. Vino opened his eyes, he could barely see anything in the dim moonlight but he could feel that he was standing in large puddle of blood and gore. He let out a sigh, he was safe for now. Vino looked across the plains and spotted a small fire in the distance. It was the bandits, he was sure of it. Vino put away his sword and started to sprint. He had wasted too much time and he needed to get to her. He kicked up sand as he his boots made their imprint in the ground. He wiped the blood from his face and never stopped running. He was closing in on them and when he got there he would make sure every bandit there would suffer for everything they have done and everything they plan on doing.