Clearing the Rebel Look outs

“Well two down and two more to go,” Oscar said slowly as he put his knife in the sheath just below his waist on his right side.

“Yes. Wow…..you look colorful,” Ted said slowly as he looked at Oscar who was covered in blood from the chest down.

“This shit had a lot of blood in him. He struggled as if he was man enough to resist when I sunk my blade into his thick neck but in the end he pissed himself like a kid. How did you take down yours? You look too clean for someone who just killed a person,” Oscar said as he looked at Ted.

“I just snapped the idiots neck and he was gone and behold I emerged as clean as hell,” Ted said and smiled.

“You are lucky yours did not piss himself, the smell was unbearable,” Oscar said as he moves his eyes to look around and then at the location of the other two rebels.

“I know what you mean, an adult’s piss smells horrible. Mine wasn’t all that perfect. When I snapped his neck he gave out one last fart and believe me it was bad am lucky I had my mouth closed,” Ted said as he gazed at Oscar and then to where he was looking.

“That explains the peculiar smell that covered the area a few moments ago,” Oscar said without looking at Ted.

“Yep,” Ted replied and smiled.

Oscar observed the two rebels at a distance and then stared at Ted on his right. Oscar looked back at the direction of the rebels, “let’s take these last fools down.”

The scorching sun was unbearable and sweat dripped constantly as the two soldiers crouched to their next targets who were quite at a distance at the far end of the village. Oscar unbuttoned his two upper buttons on his thick uniform top. The two soldiers crouched slowly and at times crawled on the ground where the gr ass was shorter to avoid being seen. They had to cross the whole length of the village and a lot of crawling was to be done to avoid the weary eyes of the rebels who kept on looking around. After crawling and crouching for some time they reached an old abandoned ox wagon that was in between the long grass and rested for a few seconds. The two hid behind the wagon and stretched their legs. They both leaned on the wagons old wood and sat on the ground.

“Do these men even feel the sun over their heads,” Ted said and grabbed a water bottle. He poured the water in his mouth until it was full and then the rest he poured on his face.

“These men were born here and they are basically resistant to the suns heat. They say this place is closer to the sun and we are outsiders hence we feel its heat like a flame to the neck,” Oscar responded after drinking water from his bottle.

Oscar looked over the wagon and caught sight of the two men they were after. He lowered his head and looked at Ted.

“They are a few meters away, let’s get them,” Oscar said.

“Yes bro, let’s do it the sun is killing me,” Ted responded quickly moving from the wagon he was leaning on and knelt on the ground.

They started to move and when they were about two meters away from their targets and about to strike then they heard women and children screaming. The two rebels in front of them started to laugh loudly and began to talk. The two soldiers knew that the attacks had started and they had very little time to save the people of the village. The soldiers became emotional because the sound of innocent people being mistreated and killed weighed heavy on their hearts and they showed it on their faces. The two rebel’s right in front of them made it worse when they kept on laughing as the people screamed around the village. The rebels talked slowly. The rebel right in front of Oscar talked about how at one time they had raided a village and how he was the one who had killed the most people. He further said that on that day he left with four heads as his trophies and how the other twenty heads he had given to their leader as a sign of respect and honor.

Oscar’s eyes turned red in rage at what he was hearing both from the men in front of him and the people screaming around him. He gave Ted the look that he definitely knew and was ready to follow through to its commands. In a less than a second Oscar sprung on to the rebel in front of him, held his dirty mouth tight with his left hand. He then grabbed hold of his throat with a tight squeeze with his right hand with all his might which was evident by veins appearing on the hand and forehead and him biting his teeth. The rebel let go of his gun and held Oscars veiny hand tightly as he popped his eyes out that had turned red as more blood filled in them. When holding Oscars hand did not do anything to relieve him of the pain he felt he started resisting by hitting him in the ribs with his elbows. Oscar then kicked him in the back of his right knee and he failed to balance hence making him to kneel to the ground. Oscar intensified his grip on the rebel’s throat with every ounce of strength to the extent that the throat could not stand the pressure and it got ripped off from the neck and blood started gushing out. Oscar then twisted the rebel’s head that it looked right behind at him with blood pouring out from its red eyes. He threw the throat that he had reaped out of the rebel’s neck to the ground.

“That’s for the countless people you have killed you sick son of a bitch,” Oscar said to the rebel who was in his last moments of life.

Oscar let go of the rebel dead body after he stopped breathing and he looked towards Ted who had just cut the head clean off of the other rebel with his own machete. He continued to gaze at Ted and then at the dead body towards him in an angry enraged face.