Crimson Regrets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story I wrote this morning. I hope you like it :)

Submitted: September 08, 2008

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A light snow was slowly drifting down onto the city. Lanterns glimmered in random dots around the dark city. Guards slowly patrolled the walls. Husbands and wives were taking late night walks. A few children were still running around pretending to be battling armies. Smugglers were meeting up with their clients in dark alleys.

The bell in the center of the city rang three times. Those who were in their houses and heard the bell gave a silent prayer thanking they chose not to go out that night. Those outside froze where they were. Husbands and wives stood still. Children stopped playing. Smugglers stood still too. Each silently hoped someone would try to make a break for it.

The bell rang twice more. Everyone shuffled around a little bit. Husbands and wives reached into their coat pockets. Children went to their miniature backpacks and slid them open. Smugglers regretfully slid their hands into their pockets.

And then the guards came. The filed out from every barrack located in the city. They marched around in squads of 2. Whenever they saw a person the checked the piece of paper they pulled out of their pockets. Children shivered in fear as gruff looking guards looked over their slips of paper. Smugglers eyes glared as guards motioned for them to follow.

Everyone was quiet and still except for the man in the blue scarf. He silently walked along one of the paths quietly humming to himself. When the 3 bells rang he did not stop. When the two bells rang his hands were already in his pockets, but he made no notion of pulling out the slip of paper. When he heard the guards heavy boots stomping throughout the city his face didn't change. He just kept walking towards the exit.

He stopped as he heard a slight snap. He spun around to see a guard. The guard asked for the man in the blue scarfs paper. His hands shuffled around in his pocket as if he was looking for it, but then the man suddenly spun around and ran.

4 bells echoed throughout the city as the man in the blue scarf ran through empty alleys. Smugglers were filled with delight as they heard the 4 bell ring out through the dead air. The guards who were bringing them in immediately ran off and the smugglers smugly walked back to their clients.

The man passed lightly lit house. His breath glowing cold before him. An arrow flew by his left arm and he heard guards behind him. He made a sharp turn to the left and ran through a dark alley. The alley opened into a wide street. He turned right and saw what he was looking for. The gate out of the city. He violently ran pushing all of his strength into his legs. His breath rate increased.

More arrows shattered the air. One lodged itself into his left side. He still ran on. He knew he was but 50 meters away. His blue scarf flew in the wind behind him. Blood stained the white snow as he closed in on the gate. Another arrow took hold of his right arm, but he kept on running. His eyes glittered with hope as he neared the gate.

Darkness started to creep into his vision. Crimson drops of blood fell to the ground as he did. He breathed in and out a few more times as he stared at the gate with eyes filled with hope. He reached out with his left arm like a baby tries to grab the moon. His arm dropped to the snow as he drew in his final breath. The guards circled around him and laughed arguing over what to do with his body.

The blue scarf was now speckled with crimson.


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