Post by Beta 112 on Mar 4, 2009 17:54:56 GMT -5
Segments of a war
Part fourteen
Outbreak
It had been three weeks since the day Akada had died, and Gensing stood in front of a large oak door staring at it. Gensing was still moody and irritable, having learned that there was no trace of the sniper that had shot Akada, meaning Gensing couldn’t go after him.
On the door were four slots, each one with a plaque in them. From top to bottom they read: Country, religion, will, and company. This was Siberius’s little way of learning about his subordinates. Before you entered you were to reorder the plaques in their order of importance to you, from top to botttom. This also had the side effect of making a few clicking noises on the door which would double as knocking on it.
Gensing reached up and reordered them, they now read: Will, company, religion and country. Almost as soon, as soon as he finished doing this the door opened, Siberius stood before him, wearing a casual black t-shirt and a pair of casual-dress pants, and as always the throwing knife was braided into his hair.
“ah.” began Siberius “your early” he said simply.
“Is there a problem with that?” replied Gensing irritably.
Still pissed, thought Siberius, though not that I can blame him, Akada taught that kid everything. It was true, when Gensing had first come to this organization he had been completely hopeless, however willful. Gensing had a power which when activated would create a diamond like substance that he could manipulate, but however simple that sounded it was almost impossible to do in comparison with other types of power such as power and earth manipulation.
Akada had taught him everything, taught him how to fight, how to win, before that Gensing had always lost, always. And now where was he, Gensing was almost at the top, a flick of his fingers would start a war and a wave of the arm would kill you.
Gensing took a seat in Siberius office, it was relatively simple, a single desk filled with papers save for a small cabinet with a small amount of hard liquor, and a few leather chairs.
Siberius strode across the room, grabbing a single bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Siberius poured the two now ice filled glasses with the amber liquid, not that he was much of a drinker, this was just one of the things you learned in his line of work.
Gensing took the glass much calmer now speaking first before drinking “so what did you call me here for anyway” he said boredly.
Siberius ignored the question, taking the edge of the glass between his teeth and holding it there as he tilted his head back, allowing a small amount of the amber liquid to enter his mouth. He lowered his head, removing the glass form his mouth. He held it in his hand, staring intently at Gensing.
“I have something to tell you, Gensing” he said seriously “were a lot alike you know, we both have fates from the path that we wish to escape”
“I know that Siber” said Gensing.
“I know you do” said Siberius “your family has fought with itself over reasons you don’t understand. Simply because you were born a Lazurus you were destined to die by the hand of a family member. But you, unlike your brother, refused this fate and joined us.”
“Yeah, so. My brother was an idiot to wrap himself up in that old war” said Gensing now somewhat interested, though Siberius was still stating things he already knew, but Gensing knew this was going somewhere important.
“You Gensing know that I have past to hide, yes”
“yes”
“Of course you do, but you like everyone else have no idea what my past is. You have no idea how f**ked up I used to be”
Gensing moved forward slightly, was Siberius really going to tell him what had happened before he came to this syndicate. Siberius had never told anyone that, Gensing had always just accepted that either it was to painful for him to tell or he just simply couldn’t tell.
Siberius leaned back “I came from a small isolated town” he sighed “we were cut off from modern society, and we had our own set of beliefs and morals. Thus we never accepted nearly as many things as everyone else.”
Siberius finished the rest of the glass, setting it down he leaned forward “We had this saying, because only one person in the entire history of the village had been able to wield. Apparently that person did some horrible things, though I don’t know what, they never spoke of it. They told us ‘most men will feel the cold and huddle with his brother for warmth, but some feel the cold and let it take them. They take the ice and let it cover them, they use the ice as their shield and the biting cold as their blade. That person is the partner of Siberia, Siberius‘.”
Siberius paused and then spoke again, holding his tone firm, but a faint shakiness was with it “and when a child turned up who could cool the air around him and freeze water they immediately thought of this saying. I was rejected, abandoned, believed to be a demon. When someone tells you something enough you start to believe it. And so I became Siberius, the partner of the vile tundra that threatened the communities very existence at times. I was nearly insane, I nearly went on a rampage more than once.”
“That’s bullnuts, you were just a kid right?” asked Gensing, interrupting Siberius’s monologue.
“Yeah I was, but they didn’t care, and neither do your relatives” Siberius paused and then continued when Gensing said nothing more “I don’t know when but eventually I figured out that there were places outside of my home that I did not know of. So I figured that life just may be better there, or perhaps they would just kill me right and proper, no one else dared stop me believing me to be too dangerous.”
“So I left, walking though Siberia with nothing but the ragged clothes on my back, after all Siberia was my partner, my only friend. I didn’t mind, I killed whatever came my way as the cold did nothing to me, but I still needed some sort of food. Eventually I made it to Moscow. I was the peak of having absolutely nothing, and like most everyone who had nothing and no way to get anything I was taken by a syndicate. The Пушки на высшее took me in, when I was told to shoot I shot, when they told me to kill I killed.”
“Eventually I learned that I was, in fact, not a demon but a wielder, the most powerful among the human race. And so my power became acceptable, a gift, not a curse. I came to love everyone who surrounded me, they respected me. I was a good soldier and a willing student. I learned how to use my power better than anyone I met, and now it’s my turn, my generation is in power.”
“Yeah, Siber I see why you hid this…” said Gensing now hanging his head, Siberius had gone thorough much more than him, and he had handled everything so well.
“Gensing, you must think I have it worse than you?” said Siberius leaning back and sighing.
“yeah”
“wrong”
“what?”
“You see Gensing, all I had to do was run away. Gensing, you
can never run away, the fingers of this conflict stretch all around the world, and they will follow no matter how far and fast you run” said Siberius with a calm but chastising tone.
“So, I’m doing the only thing I can do” said Gensing defensively, weather or not Siberius was making him feel weak.
“Gensing, the only way to beat this is to go to the top. It’s our only turn in the world, I want to change it. Gensing were going to the top, we will burn the past to light our path to the future, the future we want….”
Part fourteen
Outbreak
It had been three weeks since the day Akada had died, and Gensing stood in front of a large oak door staring at it. Gensing was still moody and irritable, having learned that there was no trace of the sniper that had shot Akada, meaning Gensing couldn’t go after him.
On the door were four slots, each one with a plaque in them. From top to bottom they read: Country, religion, will, and company. This was Siberius’s little way of learning about his subordinates. Before you entered you were to reorder the plaques in their order of importance to you, from top to botttom. This also had the side effect of making a few clicking noises on the door which would double as knocking on it.
Gensing reached up and reordered them, they now read: Will, company, religion and country. Almost as soon, as soon as he finished doing this the door opened, Siberius stood before him, wearing a casual black t-shirt and a pair of casual-dress pants, and as always the throwing knife was braided into his hair.
“ah.” began Siberius “your early” he said simply.
“Is there a problem with that?” replied Gensing irritably.
Still pissed, thought Siberius, though not that I can blame him, Akada taught that kid everything. It was true, when Gensing had first come to this organization he had been completely hopeless, however willful. Gensing had a power which when activated would create a diamond like substance that he could manipulate, but however simple that sounded it was almost impossible to do in comparison with other types of power such as power and earth manipulation.
Akada had taught him everything, taught him how to fight, how to win, before that Gensing had always lost, always. And now where was he, Gensing was almost at the top, a flick of his fingers would start a war and a wave of the arm would kill you.
Gensing took a seat in Siberius office, it was relatively simple, a single desk filled with papers save for a small cabinet with a small amount of hard liquor, and a few leather chairs.
Siberius strode across the room, grabbing a single bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Siberius poured the two now ice filled glasses with the amber liquid, not that he was much of a drinker, this was just one of the things you learned in his line of work.
Gensing took the glass much calmer now speaking first before drinking “so what did you call me here for anyway” he said boredly.
Siberius ignored the question, taking the edge of the glass between his teeth and holding it there as he tilted his head back, allowing a small amount of the amber liquid to enter his mouth. He lowered his head, removing the glass form his mouth. He held it in his hand, staring intently at Gensing.
“I have something to tell you, Gensing” he said seriously “were a lot alike you know, we both have fates from the path that we wish to escape”
“I know that Siber” said Gensing.
“I know you do” said Siberius “your family has fought with itself over reasons you don’t understand. Simply because you were born a Lazurus you were destined to die by the hand of a family member. But you, unlike your brother, refused this fate and joined us.”
“Yeah, so. My brother was an idiot to wrap himself up in that old war” said Gensing now somewhat interested, though Siberius was still stating things he already knew, but Gensing knew this was going somewhere important.
“You Gensing know that I have past to hide, yes”
“yes”
“Of course you do, but you like everyone else have no idea what my past is. You have no idea how f**ked up I used to be”
Gensing moved forward slightly, was Siberius really going to tell him what had happened before he came to this syndicate. Siberius had never told anyone that, Gensing had always just accepted that either it was to painful for him to tell or he just simply couldn’t tell.
Siberius leaned back “I came from a small isolated town” he sighed “we were cut off from modern society, and we had our own set of beliefs and morals. Thus we never accepted nearly as many things as everyone else.”
Siberius finished the rest of the glass, setting it down he leaned forward “We had this saying, because only one person in the entire history of the village had been able to wield. Apparently that person did some horrible things, though I don’t know what, they never spoke of it. They told us ‘most men will feel the cold and huddle with his brother for warmth, but some feel the cold and let it take them. They take the ice and let it cover them, they use the ice as their shield and the biting cold as their blade. That person is the partner of Siberia, Siberius‘.”
Siberius paused and then spoke again, holding his tone firm, but a faint shakiness was with it “and when a child turned up who could cool the air around him and freeze water they immediately thought of this saying. I was rejected, abandoned, believed to be a demon. When someone tells you something enough you start to believe it. And so I became Siberius, the partner of the vile tundra that threatened the communities very existence at times. I was nearly insane, I nearly went on a rampage more than once.”
“That’s bullnuts, you were just a kid right?” asked Gensing, interrupting Siberius’s monologue.
“Yeah I was, but they didn’t care, and neither do your relatives” Siberius paused and then continued when Gensing said nothing more “I don’t know when but eventually I figured out that there were places outside of my home that I did not know of. So I figured that life just may be better there, or perhaps they would just kill me right and proper, no one else dared stop me believing me to be too dangerous.”
“So I left, walking though Siberia with nothing but the ragged clothes on my back, after all Siberia was my partner, my only friend. I didn’t mind, I killed whatever came my way as the cold did nothing to me, but I still needed some sort of food. Eventually I made it to Moscow. I was the peak of having absolutely nothing, and like most everyone who had nothing and no way to get anything I was taken by a syndicate. The Пушки на высшее took me in, when I was told to shoot I shot, when they told me to kill I killed.”
“Eventually I learned that I was, in fact, not a demon but a wielder, the most powerful among the human race. And so my power became acceptable, a gift, not a curse. I came to love everyone who surrounded me, they respected me. I was a good soldier and a willing student. I learned how to use my power better than anyone I met, and now it’s my turn, my generation is in power.”
“Yeah, Siber I see why you hid this…” said Gensing now hanging his head, Siberius had gone thorough much more than him, and he had handled everything so well.
“Gensing, you must think I have it worse than you?” said Siberius leaning back and sighing.
“yeah”
“wrong”
“what?”
“You see Gensing, all I had to do was run away. Gensing, you
can never run away, the fingers of this conflict stretch all around the world, and they will follow no matter how far and fast you run” said Siberius with a calm but chastising tone.
“So, I’m doing the only thing I can do” said Gensing defensively, weather or not Siberius was making him feel weak.
“Gensing, the only way to beat this is to go to the top. It’s our only turn in the world, I want to change it. Gensing were going to the top, we will burn the past to light our path to the future, the future we want….”
