Holas
people, these days I'm pretty busy as you see. Many things in between, but still I've managed to do the story. I have to say that in the rush I do not think has been very good but good.
comment only one thing ...
This story is not happy or funny by a long shot, so people who do not like the stories out of that range will not advise you to read this story ... : S Oh, and one last thing, "he" put it to prevent its name. As if some day in the not too distant future, published a cartoon on its history and avoid references that may be prohibited in case.
Without further ado, I leave you with the story.
story
parade through the empty hall, with high resolution. The resolution of fulfilling his duty of justice defective smeared with blood and death. The room revealed the slaughter that had taken place in that room, but the greater the slaughter was being done outside.
She Direxetta, creator of the disgrace of the empire, infecting their partners with a virus biotic invalidates the will. I never imagined that their plot would give so much blood and happiness. Their logic distorted told him it was for the sake of rebellion. But anyone who looked in control panel screens say it's a full-scale terrorist attack.
He sat in an armchair opposite the control panel, crossed fingers and waited for his guest. The only biotic was not infected. And
arrived.
He was still wearing the clothing to work in outer space, his face apologetic and horrified. It had never given it to him to hide his emotions residual Direxetta workouts.
Direxetta rose in a gesture of invitation to enter the guest, but he showed his face as if both did not want to enter. He did not move.
-Direxetta ... no, why? ...¡¡ ... No no, no, no, NO! Are the most mature of us all, what the hell happened to you?! What name has to be able to do this?!
- Rise ... the empire ... Our whole life revolves around it ... All my life I have served the rebellion, now I help my way. With my message of death and pain the Empire know that does not have to play with our lives and become puppets of flesh and metal. If so I am ... the messenger of death ... - Direxetta laughed to herself with these words.
- Son civil Direxetta, civilians! What has this to do with the rule and war with the rebels?, Only these killing civilians!
- Only civilians? They are scum who bend the rule for the crumbs, they are dogs to be executed and set an example for all of them fear us and understand that they must fight against the empire ... Just ... ARE ... slag ...
- You're not one to decide whether to die or not, everyone has the right to live!
- and also right to die, right before us was taken away from us ... He
silent for a moment until he had gathered his ideas and evil fit into this puzzle uncontrolled event.
-... You're better than them, we have stolen what little dignity we had left ... You've become your enemy, Direxetta ...- Her voice was trembling with him ... I believed in you, Direxetta ... thought ... you ... In your ideal that we could still help protect people but we were tied in the rule body ...- stayed out of breath but took precedence over his emotions which seemed to overflow from him ... But apparently that's not true, and I'm just the only one who can stop you now. I suppose that you despotism against the empire left me out of your plan, I shall take it as you intend to try to stop ... It still has to be some mercy and wisdom in you, by God, to this madness and return to you!
A chaotic wave paradoxical and irrational feelings ran Direxetta mind. Save him. Supporting it. Kill him. Suicide. Laughter. Mourn. Rabies. Melancholy. Until its rotten logic reimposed in your body.
Direxetta finally looked up and stared at him, he was shivering all that was happening. But she knew there was no turning back, not in that state of mind.
- Join me and fight with me against the empire. That was the reason why you free, would you choose to target for once.
He bowed his head, weighed his words ...
And finally, he chose his fate.
- Do not follow, Direxetta. Here we separate our paths. - Looked up she saw as he spoke these words, I choose life.
- You've chosen your destination, now, accept the consequences.
Direxetta launched into him with inhuman speed to deal a mortal blow. He, from his response, I knew I was going to attack Direxetta and was waiting to blow and ducked. The following minutes were a succession of strikes and blocks so fast that they were only the wake of the beating. She had the technique and experience, he strength and agility of someone younger.
Soon after, they began to perform more serious attacks. He ordered his hand to shoot it integrated its plasma cannon. A Direxetta was surprised that he was so seriously, and avoid the attack by separating it with relative ease. Although his hair is not dodged storm as well and some faded from existence.
Direxetta reacted and fired its thrusters, dodging the shots of it and increasing its speed. Finally, he had gained so much speed between shots managed to reach him and pulled. Direxetta began to strangle him, she had a gun himself but all he wanted at that time was to kill him, but with their own hands.
A seemingly endless struggle, he began to move but was not removed Direxetta off. Direxetta was succeeded in strangling canceling its communications nerve, until, suddenly, he meets the little strength he had left and he started a cable at the base of the neck of Direxetta.
Direxetta stopped moving, he pushed and made to fall on his back. He stared into the air, littering the ground and said:
- Finally, for the first and last time I've won in a contest, you deserve my respect, dog of the empire.
's face it, the tears began to surface and volume lost his voice almost crying but I get to talk.
- Really ... really take that many deaths for peace?
- Poor stupid deaths have always been and always will be, do not you see?, I may have beaten me, but there will always be someone who will fight to revive the war as a messenger of death as I did yo! The only option for peace for all is death ... haha ... ha ... ha ha ha, JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA !!...
And he shot him Direxetta the head.
the gifts they brought me, thanks. For this weekend will try to write a ticket with them: 3
Byeeeee
