originally posted in:The Black Garden
So I've already posted this as comments a few places and recieved only positive comments on it so I figured I'd make this a thread as well. Here is a rather lengthy (and graphic) story of my character's background. (I'm of course assuming that Exo are robots with human minds):
I was the son of a farmer who tried his luck outside the city walls (seeing has the soil inside had become exhausted). We were fairly well off. and I was put in charge of hunting to bring back dinner most nights. After a few years of practice with my rifle, I could hit a deer dead in the heart from 250 yards, and our fields were doing rather well.
As these stories usually go, I was out hunting when they came. The Fallen. The sound of quad-canons from the pikes snapped my attention for the crosshairs. I had never heard the Fallen coming out here, in fact they almost always were focused on the city just 30 miles North of here. Concerned, I looked back over my shoulder toward the homestead. Surely they wouldn't have come here just to attack us. Surely the whole thing had been my imagination. Slowly, smoke began to rise over the tree line from the direction of our fields.
I crashed back through the woods, the brush tearing at my skin. I had to get back. They had to be ok. I had to get there in time to drive the xeno out. I ran and ran, smashing into the limbs of trees that seemed to try and hold me back. I broke through the tree line at last and rushed into the smoke billowing from our fields set alight, the fields I had planted with my mother and had chased my little brother through after his mischief. I came to a clearing between the fields and house where the smoke was just thin enough to make out four pikes speeding away toward the horizon.
"Please dear Traveler, let at least one person have survived,"
I looked back to the house I'd grown up in for close to ten years of my life, only to find it in shambles. I stepped through the doorway whose door was but splinters now searching for any signs of life. I was met only with puddles of crimson fluid and the stench of death. I ran through each room, wildly hoping to find someone, anyone, amongst the rubble. But there was no one. Not in the rooms anyway. I made it to the last room on the second floor. There was a window that looked out the back of our house toward the Last City, and there were two ropes that lead out of it, tied to furniture.
I walked slowly and tearfully toward the window, knowing full well what I would find on the other side of the ropes. I reached the window sill after what seemed an eternity, and what laid below made it feel as if my stomach had been turned inside out. It was my father and mother hanging there, or what was left of them. Their limbs had been torn from their torsos, with only their head left attached.
Something inside of me snapped back then. I couldn't tell you what, but it was something that made me what I am. What they say I am. I hunted down the bastards that did it. The Fallen, their called. I thought they had captured my brother, and I was not about to let them get away.
I ran back to the tree line, uncovering the the bike I had made from the ground up with scavenged parts. It was supposed to be a gift to my brother during his seventeenth harvest. Unfortunately for the those bastards, it was the fastest thing in the Forbidden Zone.
It didn't take long to catch up to the pikes, xeno trash. My brother was not among the three Fallen, but that just made what came next all the easier. I was a good eighty yards behind them and had gone unnoticed thanks to the collective noise of three pikes. I pulled my rifle out and cradled it between the handle bars of the custom bike. An easy shot, I thought to myself, if I didn't have to drive this -blam!- thing as well. I leaned down, leveling my rifle and lining my crosshairs up with the back of the left-most alien. I slowed my breath, becoming aquatinted with the rhythm of the bike beneath me and shifted my aim just slightly before squeezing the trigger. The impact of the recoil shook the bike a minute as the bullet travelled through the air, ripping strait through the lower right arm of the Fallen bastard. The explosion of green liquid was almost beautiful and I found myself cackling wildly as the injured Fallen veered directly into the pikes next to him. The chaos and blood was the greatest sight I'd ever beheld. Metal and flesh tore like paper as all three of them tumbled end over end. I closed my eyes, raising my arms, to embrace death as the wreckage flew strait toward me. The faces of my family drifted there on the inside of my eyelids for a moment, and I allowed a tear to form as a gesture of apology for my inability to save them. And then the weight of a half a world slammed on my chest and I ceased to think.
I woke up sometime later inside the walls of the Med, a hospital in the city. They told me a scout happened upon the scene and was able to get me here in time to save my life. What they couldn't do though, was save my body. I now reside within a machine. And I have used that machine to become one of the most lethal sharpshooters the guardians have at their disposal. I don't do this in order to exact revenge for my parents or in hopes of finding my brother. I do it, because I have found immense entertainment in the simple act of unloading a single round into some warm body. I can't help but laugh as I view the explosion of color and listen to the cries of pain. I don't even care if it's an alien body in all honesty. I only refrain from killing humans so that I can continue pursuing the ultimate art. Have I ever killed a man before? That'd be telling now wouldn't it?
I am Marco, and this is the story of the loose hunter.
Thank you for reading, feel free to give me feedback, poitive or negative ^.^
See you Starside
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I'm going to follow you k? My dad gave me this awesome idea that I can do with some of the other writers. Incase you didn't know I put my story up yesterday "The Raven Mask". You can take a look at it if you want. I'm going to look around for other writers and hopefully this idea can take off.
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This was fantastic! I loved it! Haha