Post by Battlefield on May 18, 2009 13:23:34 GMT -5
This has to be one of the saddest stories I've ever written. It was also the first story I posted on the MLP Arena two years ago.
GUSTY’S LAST STAND
Gusty was no stranger to death. She had faced it for almost her entire life. She had faced it when she was a child, growing up Dream Valley, and always having the threat of the Ralkieks invading. She had faced it when she had joined the Royal Equivonia Army, and had fought in numerous wars. She had faced it when the Equivonia Kingdom had been overthrown by the Cult. She faced it as she fought against the Cult as a knight.
Yes, she had faced death many times, and would continue to face it for as long as she lived.
Gusty knew that she was surrounded. Yes, surrounded by on all sides. It was too dark to see anyone who might be moving towards her, but she knew they were there. She could hear them moving quietly, and slowly among the trees. The forest was thick. There were many places to hide, and set up an ambush. Gusty knew that she had to be alert. They were out there, waiting for her to come out of hiding. Waiting for a chance to kill her. She was determined not to give them a chance.
Gusty took cover behind a thick tree, and analyzed her situation. She was in a thick pine forest, and was surrounded by an unknown number of enemy soldiers. It was winter, and it was cold. The temperature was about 36 degrees. It was also snowing heavily that Gusty could hardly see more than a few feet in front of her. Course, this also meant that the enemy couldn't see very far, either. Her only weapons were her AK47 assault rifle, two M61 fragmentation grenades, and an M3 fighting knife. Not much to use against an enemy armed with much heavier weapons.
Gusty leaned against a tree, listening for any sound of movement. She soon heard the sound of crunching snow from off to her right. Quickly turning in that direction, she spotted the dark silhouette of a figure crouched in the snow about four yards away. A figure that appeared to be holding something long and slender in their hands. Something that looked like a gun. Quickly raising her rifle, Gusty fired off a three round burst. The figure slumped sideways onto the ground, dead.
Gusty still remained frozen in her position. Looking straight ahead at the dead figure lay in the snow. She kept her gun trained on the body to see if it would move. It didn’t, so she turned her attention away from the dead figure. One enemy down, and only the gods knew how many were left.
Gusty couldn’t see anyone more through the snow, so she returned her focus back to the dead figure. She wanted to see if they had any supplies could use. Moving slowly, Gusty came closer and closer until she was right next to the corpse. She that her dead opponent had been a light red earthling stallion. He was dressed in a white snow suit, and had been carrying an AK-47 like hers. Only this one had a scope attached to it. A look of shock and surprise was on his face.
Gusty went through each of the pockets of the snow suit, but only found six clips of 7.62mm ammunition, three F1 fragmentation grenades, a compass, a combat knife in a leather scabbard, and a metal cigarette lighter. She could use the ammunition, grenades, and knife. The lighter was practically useless to her, since it would be practically idiotic to light a fire that could be seen by the enemy troops that were all around her.
Gusty took her newly-gained supplies, and headed back to the clump of trees that she had been taking cover behind earlier. Once there, she went on the lookout for any more opponents. After a half an hour of silent observation, she had seen nothing. But that doesn’t mean that they weren’t out there. They were there, and they would try and nail her. Gusty had no intention of letting that happen. Her vow of self preservation would soon be put to the test.
Gusty once again heard the crunching of snow. They were coming. Rotating in almost a 30 degree angle, she looked in the direction of the noise, and saw the shadowy silhouette of five figures through the cloud of falling snow. There were about five of them, and were about several yards away. They were walking side by side in a row. It was a serious mistake to be grouped together in that patter, because they were now like targets that had been set up on a firing range. Anyone with an automatic weapon could kill them all by opening fire, and sweeping the gun from left to right. Gusty was in position to do just that.
Gusty raised her rifle, making sure to set on full auto, took aim at the figure on the farthest left, said a prayer to the gods, pressed the trigger ,and opened fired. About five minutes later, the bodies of five dead Cult troopers lay dead in the snow. The blood that now dripped from their fatal wounds was slowly turning the snow from white to red.
“Five down,” said Gusty out loud to herself. “Gods only know how many left.”
Gusty then heard noise from her left. It was the sound of the bolt of a gun being thingyed back in order to get ready to fire. Quick as lightning, Gusty turned to her left, and fired at a Cult trooper who crouching next to large tree. Gusty’s accurate gin fire hit the trooper square in the chest, killing him instantly. He dropped like a rock to the ground. One more down. That made about seven that Gusty had killed already. It wasn’t over yet, though.
Gusty now heard the sounds of a lot of footsteps all around her. Looking around in a circle, she saw that there were Cult troopers coming towards her from all direction, and were now closing in on her in a perfect circle. She was now both outnumbered, and completely surrounded by enemies. But how many? Taking a quick count, she determined that there were about 30 enemy troopers coming towards her. That meant that there was a full platoon coming towards her. This could be a problem. A few individual soldiers were easy to fight, but an entire platoon was another matter entirely.
Gusty, however, wasn’t worried. She didn’t care how many enemies she had to fight. As long as they died was al that matter to her. Besides, it had been a long time she had a committed a large massacre. Just the thought of it made a rarely acknowledge part of her surge with excitement.
Gusty knew she had to quickly make a decision about what to do next. She knew that it would be pointless to try, and kill all the troopers with her rifle. She wouldn’t be fast enough to get them all before they were right on top of her. She then remembered that she had some grenades with her. She counted them, and found that she had about five. They were the two M61’s, and the three F1’s. She knew that they would take out a large portion of the enemy troopers, but not all of them. She could than charge at the survivors, and fight them at close quarter with her knife.
Gusty took another look at the troopers that were now closing in on her. They were walking slowly towards her. They must have been inexperienced, because none of them had shot at her yet. If they had, they would of surely killed by now. But they were probably trying to get closer to her, because they were probably not very good at firing at long ranges. They had probably also didn’t realize how experience their opponent was, and had probably thought that death of their comrades were just lucky shots. They were also probably inexperienced in fighting at close quarters with knifes. Oh well, their stupidity.
Gusty quickly took one more look at the approaching enemy horde, and saw that they had now stopped. Probably to attach bayonets to their rifles. Good that gave her a chance to strike first. She took one of the M61 fragmentations grenades, gripped it in her hand, placed one of her fingers through the small metal ring, said another prayer to the gods, pulled the ring, squeezed the trigger, counted to three, and threw it. The grenade sailed through air, and land among a group of troopers, and soon exploded raining shrapnel on them. They even had time to scream before they were killed. Gusty paid no intention, however, and soon threw her other five grenades. Before the last one exploded, she quickly stood up, took her knife out of its scabbard, prayed to the gods once more, and charged towards the troopers closest to her. He never had a chance to scream before Gusty was on top of him. He failed to react before Gusty slashed his throat open, He made a sickening gurgling sound, and fell to the ground, dead. But by then, Gusty attacked another trooper, and killed him. She had just killed another trooper, before the surviving ones, in a random ill-thought out, act of self-defense, and realizing that they couldn’t shoot fast enough, charged Gusty with their bayonets attached dot the end of their rifles.
Gusty saw them charging, grinned evilly, and charged them herself, letting out a ferocious war cry as she went. Gripping her knife, she charged into the mass of troopers, stabbing and slashing vehemently. Everything soon became blurry.
Gusty soon awoke to find her herself lying on her back in the snow, still gripping the knife in her hand. Its blade was covered completely with red blood. Gusty tried to move, but she was completely exhausted, and didn’t have the strength to do so. It was also painful to do so. This meant she was wounded. Running her head across her face, she found that she was bleeding from the forehead.
Gusty raised her head, and found that her armor suit was completely covered blood. She didn’t whether it was hers, someone else’s. Frankly, she didn’t really care. Looking both left and right, she saw that she was surrounded the bodies of dead enemy soldiers. The snow around both them and her was completely soaked it blood. Looking up, she saw that it had stopped snowing, but that also night had now fallen. It had also gotten colder.
Gusty knew that if she didn’t get up now, she would either freeze to death, or die of her injuries. But it was nearly impossible to do both. So, she decided to just lay there, and die. Just die there peacefully in the snow. She had lost the will to live. He body would probably never be found by her fellow knights, but she didn’t care. She had had enough of war
Gusty than saw figure coming towards. At first, she thought that was another Cult trooper that had come to finish her off. But as the figure came closer, she could see that it was smaller, and short like a child. As the figure came closer towards her, Gusty got a good look at them, and nearly die of shock. Running right towards her was her long-dead daughter, Gusta, looking like the day she died when Dream Castle was attacked by those Ralkieks. She was wearing a blue gown, and her small gold-leaf locket on a gold chain. A large smile was on her face as she ran towards her mortally wounded mother.
“Come on, momma,” she shouted joyfully, “get up now, so we can play in the snow. Get up! Get up!”
Gusty couldn’t get up, no matter how hard she tried. Gusta continued ran towards her, and stopped as she now stood over her mother.
“Come on, Momma,” she said. “Get up, so we can play.” She than held out her hand to Gusty. “Get up, momma, Get up.”
Gusty held out her hand to grasp her daughter’s hand. As soon as she did, everything went black, and she actually stopped breathing. He heart also stopped beating. Everything was silent, and dead.
Gusty, for the first time in a long time, was finally at peace.
GUSTY’S LAST STAND
Gusty was no stranger to death. She had faced it for almost her entire life. She had faced it when she was a child, growing up Dream Valley, and always having the threat of the Ralkieks invading. She had faced it when she had joined the Royal Equivonia Army, and had fought in numerous wars. She had faced it when the Equivonia Kingdom had been overthrown by the Cult. She faced it as she fought against the Cult as a knight.
Yes, she had faced death many times, and would continue to face it for as long as she lived.
Gusty knew that she was surrounded. Yes, surrounded by on all sides. It was too dark to see anyone who might be moving towards her, but she knew they were there. She could hear them moving quietly, and slowly among the trees. The forest was thick. There were many places to hide, and set up an ambush. Gusty knew that she had to be alert. They were out there, waiting for her to come out of hiding. Waiting for a chance to kill her. She was determined not to give them a chance.
Gusty took cover behind a thick tree, and analyzed her situation. She was in a thick pine forest, and was surrounded by an unknown number of enemy soldiers. It was winter, and it was cold. The temperature was about 36 degrees. It was also snowing heavily that Gusty could hardly see more than a few feet in front of her. Course, this also meant that the enemy couldn't see very far, either. Her only weapons were her AK47 assault rifle, two M61 fragmentation grenades, and an M3 fighting knife. Not much to use against an enemy armed with much heavier weapons.
Gusty leaned against a tree, listening for any sound of movement. She soon heard the sound of crunching snow from off to her right. Quickly turning in that direction, she spotted the dark silhouette of a figure crouched in the snow about four yards away. A figure that appeared to be holding something long and slender in their hands. Something that looked like a gun. Quickly raising her rifle, Gusty fired off a three round burst. The figure slumped sideways onto the ground, dead.
Gusty still remained frozen in her position. Looking straight ahead at the dead figure lay in the snow. She kept her gun trained on the body to see if it would move. It didn’t, so she turned her attention away from the dead figure. One enemy down, and only the gods knew how many were left.
Gusty couldn’t see anyone more through the snow, so she returned her focus back to the dead figure. She wanted to see if they had any supplies could use. Moving slowly, Gusty came closer and closer until she was right next to the corpse. She that her dead opponent had been a light red earthling stallion. He was dressed in a white snow suit, and had been carrying an AK-47 like hers. Only this one had a scope attached to it. A look of shock and surprise was on his face.
Gusty went through each of the pockets of the snow suit, but only found six clips of 7.62mm ammunition, three F1 fragmentation grenades, a compass, a combat knife in a leather scabbard, and a metal cigarette lighter. She could use the ammunition, grenades, and knife. The lighter was practically useless to her, since it would be practically idiotic to light a fire that could be seen by the enemy troops that were all around her.
Gusty took her newly-gained supplies, and headed back to the clump of trees that she had been taking cover behind earlier. Once there, she went on the lookout for any more opponents. After a half an hour of silent observation, she had seen nothing. But that doesn’t mean that they weren’t out there. They were there, and they would try and nail her. Gusty had no intention of letting that happen. Her vow of self preservation would soon be put to the test.
Gusty once again heard the crunching of snow. They were coming. Rotating in almost a 30 degree angle, she looked in the direction of the noise, and saw the shadowy silhouette of five figures through the cloud of falling snow. There were about five of them, and were about several yards away. They were walking side by side in a row. It was a serious mistake to be grouped together in that patter, because they were now like targets that had been set up on a firing range. Anyone with an automatic weapon could kill them all by opening fire, and sweeping the gun from left to right. Gusty was in position to do just that.
Gusty raised her rifle, making sure to set on full auto, took aim at the figure on the farthest left, said a prayer to the gods, pressed the trigger ,and opened fired. About five minutes later, the bodies of five dead Cult troopers lay dead in the snow. The blood that now dripped from their fatal wounds was slowly turning the snow from white to red.
“Five down,” said Gusty out loud to herself. “Gods only know how many left.”
Gusty then heard noise from her left. It was the sound of the bolt of a gun being thingyed back in order to get ready to fire. Quick as lightning, Gusty turned to her left, and fired at a Cult trooper who crouching next to large tree. Gusty’s accurate gin fire hit the trooper square in the chest, killing him instantly. He dropped like a rock to the ground. One more down. That made about seven that Gusty had killed already. It wasn’t over yet, though.
Gusty now heard the sounds of a lot of footsteps all around her. Looking around in a circle, she saw that there were Cult troopers coming towards her from all direction, and were now closing in on her in a perfect circle. She was now both outnumbered, and completely surrounded by enemies. But how many? Taking a quick count, she determined that there were about 30 enemy troopers coming towards her. That meant that there was a full platoon coming towards her. This could be a problem. A few individual soldiers were easy to fight, but an entire platoon was another matter entirely.
Gusty, however, wasn’t worried. She didn’t care how many enemies she had to fight. As long as they died was al that matter to her. Besides, it had been a long time she had a committed a large massacre. Just the thought of it made a rarely acknowledge part of her surge with excitement.
Gusty knew she had to quickly make a decision about what to do next. She knew that it would be pointless to try, and kill all the troopers with her rifle. She wouldn’t be fast enough to get them all before they were right on top of her. She then remembered that she had some grenades with her. She counted them, and found that she had about five. They were the two M61’s, and the three F1’s. She knew that they would take out a large portion of the enemy troopers, but not all of them. She could than charge at the survivors, and fight them at close quarter with her knife.
Gusty took another look at the troopers that were now closing in on her. They were walking slowly towards her. They must have been inexperienced, because none of them had shot at her yet. If they had, they would of surely killed by now. But they were probably trying to get closer to her, because they were probably not very good at firing at long ranges. They had probably also didn’t realize how experience their opponent was, and had probably thought that death of their comrades were just lucky shots. They were also probably inexperienced in fighting at close quarters with knifes. Oh well, their stupidity.
Gusty quickly took one more look at the approaching enemy horde, and saw that they had now stopped. Probably to attach bayonets to their rifles. Good that gave her a chance to strike first. She took one of the M61 fragmentations grenades, gripped it in her hand, placed one of her fingers through the small metal ring, said another prayer to the gods, pulled the ring, squeezed the trigger, counted to three, and threw it. The grenade sailed through air, and land among a group of troopers, and soon exploded raining shrapnel on them. They even had time to scream before they were killed. Gusty paid no intention, however, and soon threw her other five grenades. Before the last one exploded, she quickly stood up, took her knife out of its scabbard, prayed to the gods once more, and charged towards the troopers closest to her. He never had a chance to scream before Gusty was on top of him. He failed to react before Gusty slashed his throat open, He made a sickening gurgling sound, and fell to the ground, dead. But by then, Gusty attacked another trooper, and killed him. She had just killed another trooper, before the surviving ones, in a random ill-thought out, act of self-defense, and realizing that they couldn’t shoot fast enough, charged Gusty with their bayonets attached dot the end of their rifles.
Gusty saw them charging, grinned evilly, and charged them herself, letting out a ferocious war cry as she went. Gripping her knife, she charged into the mass of troopers, stabbing and slashing vehemently. Everything soon became blurry.
Gusty soon awoke to find her herself lying on her back in the snow, still gripping the knife in her hand. Its blade was covered completely with red blood. Gusty tried to move, but she was completely exhausted, and didn’t have the strength to do so. It was also painful to do so. This meant she was wounded. Running her head across her face, she found that she was bleeding from the forehead.
Gusty raised her head, and found that her armor suit was completely covered blood. She didn’t whether it was hers, someone else’s. Frankly, she didn’t really care. Looking both left and right, she saw that she was surrounded the bodies of dead enemy soldiers. The snow around both them and her was completely soaked it blood. Looking up, she saw that it had stopped snowing, but that also night had now fallen. It had also gotten colder.
Gusty knew that if she didn’t get up now, she would either freeze to death, or die of her injuries. But it was nearly impossible to do both. So, she decided to just lay there, and die. Just die there peacefully in the snow. She had lost the will to live. He body would probably never be found by her fellow knights, but she didn’t care. She had had enough of war
Gusty than saw figure coming towards. At first, she thought that was another Cult trooper that had come to finish her off. But as the figure came closer, she could see that it was smaller, and short like a child. As the figure came closer towards her, Gusty got a good look at them, and nearly die of shock. Running right towards her was her long-dead daughter, Gusta, looking like the day she died when Dream Castle was attacked by those Ralkieks. She was wearing a blue gown, and her small gold-leaf locket on a gold chain. A large smile was on her face as she ran towards her mortally wounded mother.
“Come on, momma,” she shouted joyfully, “get up now, so we can play in the snow. Get up! Get up!”
Gusty couldn’t get up, no matter how hard she tried. Gusta continued ran towards her, and stopped as she now stood over her mother.
“Come on, Momma,” she said. “Get up, so we can play.” She than held out her hand to Gusty. “Get up, momma, Get up.”
Gusty held out her hand to grasp her daughter’s hand. As soon as she did, everything went black, and she actually stopped breathing. He heart also stopped beating. Everything was silent, and dead.
Gusty, for the first time in a long time, was finally at peace.
