On the Real World: warehouse on flames

the soil starts to take a strong red tone. guns, gunpowder, bullets. the sound becomes something similar to music. the guns like instruments of the philharmonic orchestra. the presentation on a red stage. this sonata is in name of a dilemma and objection.

one member of the opposition feels fear. he runs away. he accidentally steps on a mine and blows up on pieces. a red rain covers the field and the enemies. so little was left of that man to be recognized. such is the prize for an impulsive act of cowardice.

another member screams while shooting at the enemies. he is shot on a leg. he stays on a single position. he keeps shooting until he runs out of bullets. he then walks towards them as fast as he can. he stabs them with an ax.

the man holding the ax is shot on the neck. he is bleeding a lot. he keeps moving. he keeps attacking anyone who is near. he is shot on his left arm. even with two holes on his hand he keeps fighting. he is shot another four times until he falls.

there are only eight men left. they keep moving towards the warehouse. they feel fear as their numbers drop. there are so many enemies. it will take at least for them to kill more than ten men per person. and that is not even enough.

one men is about to touch the door. he is so close. then a bullet blows part of his brains. the body falls on his knees. there is a tear on his face. the other seven crouch down. they keep moving carefully.

one of them starts to throw grenades randomly. he runs out of grenades. then this man takes a bag full of bottles of liquor. he improvises some Molotov cocktails. he then throws some smoke grenades. he is shot on the chest. he quietly lies down on the floor.

with a hole on his chest. bleeding out. this man starts to smoke awaiting for his death. he hopes that his death wasn't in vain. his hands tremble as life leaves his body. he died peacefully with a smile.

Ryker gets inside of the warehouse. he is follow by Luther. then the other four also get inside of the warehouse. only six of them are left alive so far. Ryker leads his men. they move silently.

there are plenty of big boxes inside. there are some small boxes. some of the enemies shoot at them. they cover themselves. Ryker kicks a box by accident. the box opens itself revealing its content. inside was a long wig.

Ryker sustains the wig carefully. he sees a tag. it reads 'Samson's mighty hair.' Ryker can't believe what he is holding. he opens another box. he found inside of it a golden apple with a tag. he reads the tag. then he looks at the other boxes.

"now I understand their scary secret. on the wrong hands this can cause chaos or on the right hands this can save souls."

"what is in the box?"

"this are all sacred objects from different myths and legends. this sacred objects come from all mythologies, cultures, folklore, and religions. if we think of all the other warehouses from which they moved this objects. well we are fuck. the war is over."

everyone else is silent. Ryker gives the wig to Luther. he puts the wig on. Ryker puts the apple on his pockets. the enemies are surrounding them. they try to stay alive.

one of them takes a granola bar. he chews slowly. the man is nervous. he is eating the granola bar to get rid of his nervous. the man is talking to himself. he speaks in Russian on a deep tone of voice. he then looks at the others.

Ryker takes another box. he opens the box. he finds some philosopher's stone. he takes them and puts them on his pockets. Ryker is going to take as much as he can. someone shoots at him. there is blood coming out of his shoulder.

others get worry if they see blood. Ryker isn't worry about some blood. Ryker is worry about finding a proper weapon. there has to be something big on the boxes. there are so many boxes on here. he can find something big. a good weapon at least.

they don't have the bullets to fight fire with fire. they barely are avoiding the bullets. the weapons they have on hand are useless. they walk on a thin line. every step that is taken is closer to the fall. fear is an additional weapon on the enemies' hands.

Luther gives a step back. a bullet hits him on the face. Luther falls on the floor. he isn't dying nor that badly hurt. he has some small wounds on the left side of his face. he laughs nervously. he can't even stand up.

one of them sends a message to the others. the message is about the boxes. he then looks at Ryker asking for what else to say. Ryker tells him to stop. there are only six of them left to fight back. inside of the warehouse are about twenty or more enemies.

no one is interested on sending reinforcements. they are alone on this one. this is an impossible battle against time. they are running out of options and time. the closer they are to them. the harder that is to run away.

Luther stands up. he touches his face. the wounds are too small to even leave a scar. he is shot once more. he looks at himself the bullet falls on the floor. the bullet is flat. it is like if the bullet has crushed against an iron wall. he then combs the wig.

"oh hell Samson's hair. it is the real deal. wait if it is real. then I am untouchable. I can't be kill with this on me."

"stop talking and go after those fuckers. stop wasting time."

Luther fights back with the wig on. the others start to open boxes. they open boxes on the speed of kids on a Christmas night. they are desperate to fight back. Ryker is as nervous as are the others. he finds some pretty useless objects.

Ryker's face reflects how nervous he is. he haven't struggle like this on a while. he trusts on his immortality, but the others are as mortal as any human is. it isn't worth it if he is the only one to survive. it seems like they were abandoned by the others.

Ryker takes a second to look at those around of him. he has the time to see with clarity. Ryker isn't the only one doing his best. they are all trying to overcome the struggle. they all came ready to die, and they all are fighting to live.

those who came today with him aren't just people. they are his people. his comrades. they are his friends. his family. they are more than strangers. they have known each other for so long. and now they fight together like a team, like a family.

"sir leave this to us. don't worry about us."

"we came ready to expect the unexpected. miracles don't come from nothing. miracles are made with effort and endless struggles."

Ryker is proud of these men. he is glad of had known them. it is a shame that on war you have to sacrifice to win. you lose many battles, before wining other battles. to have the courage to sacrifice yourself. to do that you need bravery or stupidity.

a bullet hits a man on the shoulder. he gives two steps backwards. another bullet hits him on the chest. he is still standing. he is holding a dagger. he then looks at Ryker. he whispers something with a smile. after another four bullets he is taken down.

another man cries as he holds a sword. it seems to be a relic. the man fights holding the sword with all his rage. bullets hit him on many parts of his body. he doesn't stop. he takes many enemies down. he cuts them down until he fall dead all covered on blood.

there are just four of them left. Ryker is about to lose hope. it seems like they were abandoned by their own people. it seems like they are alone on war. the sacrifices made of war a playground. from pointless death come martyrs on the making.

"if we die tonight. then lets die giving them a reason to fear us. they should fear those who fight with so little to lose, and so much to win. our hope is our biggest weapon. we are an unstoppable force. we are a fortress. we are one."

"glory to general Ryker. glory to general Ryker. glory to our cause."

two men yield. they have a reason to fight. they aren't going to give up jet. for the hope of tomorrow is the war of today. they fight to free themselves of selfish Deities. of pointless bloodbaths. of pointless sorrows.

there is some noise coming from outside. the noise becomes louder. it becomes clear that there is a war outside. they had finally come to the rescue. they arrived a bit too late as many of them died already. but at last they had come.

Luther is fighting against ten men. he has the strength to easily defeat any of them. he looks at his comrades. he smiles at them as he keeps fighting. it only took a small punch for him to fractured the back of a guy. that is how strong the wig makes you.

Ryker stands up. he walks forward. he avoid bullets and knifes. he stands in front of the vicious scarred man. they stand in there without moving. they are long time enemies. eternal rivals who refuse to lose. vicious wolves at each other's throat.

there are explosions coming from outside. some men come inside. they close the gates from every exit. Luther runs towards one of the doors. he tries to open it. he fights among many more.

one of the guys takes a grenade from the floor. he accidentally drops the grenade. it explodes under him killing him. the other guy is a bit hurt. he looks at whatever is left of his friend. he cries as he covers his eyes.

this man stands up. he walks around. he doesn't care anymore. he has seen enough of his friends died tonight. a bullet hits him on an arm and he falls on the ground. some henchmen holding guns come at him. Luther saves him. he protects him.

Luther has being fighting without stopping. he doesn't even feel a thing. the wig does miracles on a whole other level. he isn't just stronger. it seems like he has the energy to fight for a day without feeling tired. it gives him a false sense of indestructibility.

Ryker punches the scarred man on the face. he falls on his knees. Ryker keeps punching him until his fists bleeds. then he throws him on the floor. Ryker kicks him multiple times. the scarred man spits blood.

some henchmen attack Ryker. that gives time to the scarred man to run away. he is bleeding internally. of course that isn't enough to kill him, nor for him to give up. the scarred man is a vicious beast. he will come back stronger for the next round.

just like that the henchmen left or died. the reinforcement made their way inside. two of the heads of the club entered. they looked at the boxes. in private Ryker gave them the information needed. it was all over.

of 14 armed men. only three survivors were left standing. Luther learned some lessons from tonight for a tomorrow. it is clear that he will be part of this club for a long time. he is going to fight with the rebels. he will fight for the greater good of the human race.

they took all of the boxes. most boxes are worthless. but there are some useful objects. with the information of this sacred objects. maybe now they have a chance to win. the war has just begin.