Holy Order™ - RF Online Philippines

The night air was filled with death. The foul stench of the scorched remains was the night air’s aroma and the laborious moans of the unfortunate survivors were the night’s sonata. This encampment was once an obscure renegade position which the Bellato Federation was so eager to find and could have easily found if proper… measures… were taken. A silhouette moves from under one of the burnt ruins, once a well-camouflaged listening post… now a burning pile of scattered unviable muck and debris. Second degree burns on more than half his body, if it could still be called one, he painfully tried to drag and to pull himself out of the burning remains of the listening post. He was in severe pain, his right eye’s vision in a haze due to the shock, and he reached for something solid with his right hand. He felt his right arm grow numb, a defensive mechanism of his beaten body mayhap since his armor was melted and involuntarily fused to the upper layers of his skin, and visions of moments passed began to flash before his eyes. They never knew what hit them.

Just a few moments ago, he entered the listening post holding two mugs of hot cocoa, one for him and one for his communications officer. His officer loves hot cocoa especially during the rainy season. She always said it kept her calm and being a good lapdog that he was, he always tried to stay on her good side. How wonderful he thought how a mug of hot cocoa could bring him in good terms with his communications officer.

She took the mug of hot cocoa and held it with both hands. She smiled as the warmth of the mug gave her some sort of comfort, releasing the tension building up inside her. She whispered thanks and as the wonderful aroma of the hot cocoa filled her nostrils, she wore a convivial smile as she began to take small sips of the hot drink. She let loose a sigh of relief and she looked at him, her lips forming another thank you… when it happened. He could not remember anything beyond that… besides the great blinding light. There was a big flash of blinding light and after that… there was darkness.

With each effort he made to get himself free from the burning wreckage pinning him from the waist down he could feel a layer of his burnt skin flaking off and he could only bite his lower lip, trying to keep his excruciating anguish down his throat. He painfully reached for anything and a chill ran down his spine as his hazy vision slowly became clear and reality began to set-in: They were attacked. Nay, he told himself. They were… slaughtered. Slaughtered.

One last effort, he told himself. One last effort for freedom and mayhap a chance to help the any other survivors, he told himself. He grabbed on what used to be a section of the listening post’s wall and with the remaining strength he could muster in a last ditch effort, he successfully pulled his pinned lower body free. That was good news he thought but soon enough another reality was evident: Both his legs were broken and trying to stand up would be a very fatal… and agonizing… mistake. Having second degree burns seemed a blessing since he knew that bleeding out was no longer a concern but his concern was the data they have gathered over the months will go to waste.

He saw with little vision his right eye could provide a silhouette a meters away from where he lie defenseless. He coughed and began to extend his scorched right arm in the air, waving at the lone figure coming out of the flame and black smoke. “Over here!” he shouted and sorely coughed at the lone figure. Another survivor, he told himself. And this one could still stand up and walk. He was saved… or so he thought. The silhouette revealed a female’s silhouette wearing an unfamiliar glimmering golden armor draped with a thick white cloak. Dread shot up his spine as the unknown figure slowly walked towards his direction and by the second his heartbeat raced. Their officers said they should be ready for anything and he knew that they lie between their teeth, especially during moments like these when reality knocks at your doorstep and tells you that you are so fucked up.

He felt a tight grip on his neck and he could do nothing as the unknown female wearing the unfamiliar glimmering golden armor held him up, his limp body floating a good two feet from the scorched ground. He choked as he tried to move his head to gaze upon the wretched creature, his assailant. Her cold stare shattered whatever fight he had left inside and he coughed as he glanced at the mysterious figure. Her short white hair danced with the night wind and he felt attracted and yet repelled by this mystifying figure.

She slightly opened her cold mouth and a chilling hiss escaped which formed a query: “Where… is… she?”

“Sh… she?” he painfully coughed, trying to respond without choking to his death. “She… who?”

She wore a sinister smile and with her free left hand she rubbed his right tight and slowly she placed her hand against his right shin. She grasped the renegade’s right shin and with a loud snap, insurmountable pain shot up the soldier’s spine. The renegade soldier roared in agony which was heard for miles and the mysterious woman asked once more: “Where… is she?” She must be asking about his communications officer, he thought to himself. “But she… she is already dead,” he responded in between the deep inhales of contaminated air.

The sinister woman looked to her right and saw a massive chunk of smoldering rubble. She wore a sinister smile as she walked towards it and without exerting any effort threw the renegade soldier on top of the smoldering rubble. She turned around and slowly walked away, the agonizing groan of the renegade Bellato soldier filling the night air with a spice of terror.

“Cleanse this area in the name of the Queen,” the sinister woman ordered and a series of silhouettes came out of the shadows, revealing fully geared soldiers garbed in white cloaks. She walked away as the cleansing commenced. These renegade soldiers were fighting for a cause that they whole-heartedly believed in. The mysterious woman fights a war of her own and she knew that she is at war with something only she had the chance to win: Time.

Add this page to your favorite Social Bookmarking websites