Chapter 5A Chapter by CLCurrie“Why are You making this so hard for me, huh?”Abel kneeled against the tree, and the cold wind ran up the
hills, shaking the dead leaves off. The night had cloaked him, allowing him to
be shielded by it for a while. He had done this a thousand times before. He had
been staring at men who had no idea they were about to die by his hands, but
they were blocking the roads holding guns. They weren’t the law, not the way
they were dressed, along with the cars and rifles. They were dressed too well
to be the law. They dressed like the masters of the world, but they were lying
to everyone, most of all to themselves. They
looked like gangsters from the girl’s father. She wasn’t lying about him being the
boss of one of the Southern crime families, and Abel never had a problem
killing any Made Men. He liked killing them over anyone else. He didn’t feel
bad at all. He could do anything to them and not feel anything about it. He took
a deep breath, letting the cold touch him. It reminded him of the winters
during the war when he crawled over No Man’s Land to get behind the enemy’s
lines. Abel and his team would drop into those lines, killing in the night and
being gone before the sun came back up. He and his team would often travel
farther behind the lines, taking out targets of higher value. Then,
the enemy started to hide from Abel and his assassins. So, they started to go
after their families. It was
dirty work, but it was war. All of war is dirty. All of the war was Hell. He let
out his breath, reached into his jacket, and pulled out his long blade. He
glanced up at the sky, watching the moon be covered by some clouds, smiling.
The men had no idea they were about to die. He
hoped they made peace with God. Abel
started down the hill, making sure to be as quiet as possible with the woods.
He watched a few men light up cigarettes. It was the last smoke they would get
before the end of their lives. There were four of them, which wouldn’t be a
problem. He got
closer to them as they kept their rifles close by. Those rifles were powerful,
and if it was any other man, they might hand over the girl and call it a night,
but Abel didn’t fear those rifles. The men were too relax like they were on a
lunch break. They might have been killers, but those kills weren’t against
people who knew how to kill as well. Abel
grinned in the shadows. His mother wanted him to grow up to be a man of God.
His father, on the other hand, knew what Abel was deep down, and that was a
killer. His father understood Abel was born at the wrong time. He should have
been born in some ancient time battling the Romans, being a mighty warlord of
darker people. He had
the soul of a warrior. There
was no way he could change it. He had tried before, and Hope was the closest to
changing him until the Great War broke out. When the States got pulled into the
war, the boys in green showed up at Abel’s door, needing his help. Hope
wasn’t thrilled, but she also understood what kind of man Abel was deep in his
soul. The first man standing closest to the tree line found out what kind of
man Abel was born in this world to do as the knife was pushed into his back.
The man cried out, trying to fall to the ground, when Abel grabbed his rifle,
jerking it up and popping off a round. The round kicked the farthest man in the
chest, throwing him off the hill's edge. He was dead before his body rolled to
a stop. The man
closest to him spun, pulling his rifle up as Abel threw the body off to the side,
dashing for the man. He grabbed the rifle with it going off and the knife was nailed
into the man’s neck. He jerked the blade free from his neck as the man dropped
the rifle, grabbing the flood of his life. The
last man had his rifle up firing, but his shot went wild. The bullet raced by
Abel’s face, but his stone stare didn’t break as he took the barrel of the
rifle pulling it away from the shooter. He pulled the weapon free of the man,
batting him across the face and breaking his jaw, but the man didn’t have time
to feel the pain as Abel knocked him out. The man
dropped to the ground with Abel standing over him. He should hate killing a man
when he is out cold, but an enemy is an enemy. He fired a round into the man’s
head before kneeling and cleaning off his knife. He tossed the rifle away,
looking back at the cars. Abel
pushed them down the hill, letting them crash into the trees before moving the
bodies out of the way. He didn’t want the girl to see the bodies. She had seen
enough. He could tell it had changed her, and it was never a change for the
better. He looked around for a moment, seeing the blood in the dirt. He sighed,
knowing there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped she didn’t see it, but
he had to risk it. Abel
looked back up at the hill and saw his car still sitting there, which was good
news. He loved the rush of combat, but he had to get back to the girl. He
wanted to get home. He walked back up the road to the car, dropping his head
and shaking it when he saw the passenger door open. The girl was gone, running
blindly into the woods, and Abel looked up at the sky. “Why
are You making this so hard for me, huh?” © 2024 CLCurrie |
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Added on August 13, 2024 Last Updated on August 13, 2024 Tags: #adventurestory #steampunk #hist AuthorCLCurrieHarrisburg, NCAboutI am a storyteller who comes from a long line of storytellers. I literally trace my heritage back to some Bards (poets and storytellers) of England. My family, in the tradition of our heritage, would .. more..Writing
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