Eternity RPC Board
"Freeze! Put your hands in the air and step away from the motorcycle."
Willem did as he was told. It was the end of the road. He had spent eight years in this wilderness, hiding from his demons. He was a Lanlanian, nearly 40. Eight years ago he had committed murder, and rather than face his sentence, he stowed away on a freighter due for Severyane. Once there, he made the careful and quiet journey north, until he had finally reached the frozen wastes of Sappa. There, he struggled for a meagre existence, but a free one.
When the Harmajaans had started making inroads, he fled further into the forest, not eager to be seen. He was essentially a hermit. Still, when the Harmajaans began demanding that every person in Sappa be identified and counted, he ran further. He did his best to hide, but at times he still had to trek to the villages for supplies. The last time he was sure he had been seen, and sure enough, someone had followed him to his small hovel.
He knew it had been a matter of time, but still... it hadn't really dawned on him until now how futile his struggles were. Was it worth it? As the Harmajaan officer asked him to lay down on the ground, he wondered what it would have been like in a Lanlanian prison. He would soon find out, in a way, as he would likely spend time in a Harmajaan prison.
He made his decision. He looked up to the sky one last time and breathed deeply. The officer was still shouting at him.
This is your last chance! I'm warning you!
With that, Willem quickly reached for his side arm. He never even touched it, as bullets tore into his chest. He fell to the ground and promptly died.
Willem did as he was told. It was the end of the road. He had spent eight years in this wilderness, hiding from his demons. He was a Lanlanian, nearly 40. Eight years ago he had committed murder, and rather than face his sentence, he stowed away on a freighter due for Severyane. Once there, he made the careful and quiet journey north, until he had finally reached the frozen wastes of Sappa. There, he struggled for a meagre existence, but a free one.
When the Harmajaans had started making inroads, he fled further into the forest, not eager to be seen. He was essentially a hermit. Still, when the Harmajaans began demanding that every person in Sappa be identified and counted, he ran further. He did his best to hide, but at times he still had to trek to the villages for supplies. The last time he was sure he had been seen, and sure enough, someone had followed him to his small hovel.
He knew it had been a matter of time, but still... it hadn't really dawned on him until now how futile his struggles were. Was it worth it? As the Harmajaan officer asked him to lay down on the ground, he wondered what it would have been like in a Lanlanian prison. He would soon find out, in a way, as he would likely spend time in a Harmajaan prison.
He made his decision. He looked up to the sky one last time and breathed deeply. The officer was still shouting at him.
This is your last chance! I'm warning you!
With that, Willem quickly reached for his side arm. He never even touched it, as bullets tore into his chest. He fell to the ground and promptly died.