Civis inspiration

I was working on my civics homework last night because it was due today. Part of the project involved writing a small story. I expanded what I had written added a bit of gore and more details and I got this. I hope you like it tell me what you think.

The night was dark, the was hidden behind the clouds the hung over use like a vale over the dead. There was no breeze, sound at all. We were all afraid but I know everyone here was ready for what was about to happen. I could not have been more wrong.

We had planned this out and hoped it would work. I had taken us months to gather enough support without being noticed by the secret police force of the High Chancellor, our march was going to take us to the parliament building we over throw the ruling government that night by any means necessary. We decided that with enough support they would not be able to deny us what we rightfully deserved. Freedom.

We had waited until we felt safe and began our march. No one talked, the only sound that could be heard was the rustle of the cloths we wore and the fall of each footstep. As we marched others joined us, some old, some young. I feared for the youth, they did not understand what they were getting into. None of us did.

We saw the hill on which the parliament building stood, it was empty. Maybe we wont have to have any problems. I lead our rebellion up the hill towards the buildings. The courtyard was quite, the feeling of tension, fear, and anxiety was so strong it was almost a tangible being. Strong enough almost to be seen in the fog coming off the nearby ocean. The smell of the salt water hung in the air as we prepared ourselves to begin our rally.

No one moved but there was a rustle in the bushes. We could not see anything in the dark but we could defiantly hear something in the shadows. To our left, our right, behind, everywhere there was a rustling with nothing to be seen. Then the first of soldier emerged from the bushes, like a signal suddenly hundreds of secret police officers ran at us.

We had expected a violent revolution but we had hoped it would not happen. I did not bring any weapon thinking that it would encourage this reaction. Some of my companies were ready for this. We had knives, sticks, axes, pans, rocks, anything they could have brought. Our enemies were outfitted in armour brandishing swords, chains, and fierce looking clubs with metal spikes jutting out from all sides.

I saw the first man charge right for me, I waited, two more seconds, he came at me, sword unsheathed and full speed. Right before he was able to attack be I launched my self forwards, low to the ground and with a sweeping kick, knocked the warrior off the ground, his momentum carrying him a couple feet away in the battle with the rest of our armies. I ran over dove into the air and landed with both feet on the small of his back. I was sure I heard something crack. The man screamed in agony, I took the deadly blade from his hand and in once motion ended his suffering.

The wind picked up, the clouds started to clear from the sky and the bright red harvest moon shone above us. The light from the moon bathed our battle field in a red glow the blood of our enemies shone on our faces the blood of our allies showed us the way to our next target. I looked around and say many friends die. My best friend and the man who had inspired all of us to make this revolution turned to look at me. He smiled, showing that he was ok.
He was always someone you can trust, someone you could turn to for help. His ideas were revolutionary, he dreamed about ways of helping our village. We called him Fang, we always have. I don’t know what his real name is, or why we call him that, but to me that is his name.
I stared at him and saw someone coming up behind him. I yelled for him to move but it was to late. The man behind him was carrying a large wooden club with metal spikes on each side, with one swing he came across the side of the face of Fang. The man laughed at the brain’s that had thought of this whole rebellion and that were supposed to lead us flew into the night air. Blood exploded from the side of Fang’s head and in an instant he was dead.

I could not take it, Fang was not only our leader, but my brother. I charged the man with the club and before he knew it cut his head off. It flew into the air blood squirting out of the neck, covering my face. Before face of the man could hit the ground I swung again and halved the flying object. It landed on the ground and lay their. I let our a roar and ran into battle, blood covering my face, my already red hair highlighted by the blood of my enemy. I quickly slayed two more soldiers, a third I disarmed. By this I mean I amputated his arms from his body so he could no longer attack. I tears now filled my eyes as I realised what had happened and what was going on. I looked around and realised that the soldiers we were killing were also our friends. I saw Mr. Todd from the butcher shop cleave his way through one of the protesters. This was a civil war everyone fighting and dieing are one of us.


I know I could have done better with descriptions of people appearance and I may re write this some time in order to accommodate for corrections if you want me to make them.

Fly on. Fly free,

Avian Fang