Well... I just post some of my trashy writing. I used to write sometimes in Dutch and I translated some of them so that you can understand it as well... Poor you :king: Feedback is appreciated of course :D



They

Brian is running. Of course he is. He is the only one who is still free to do that. The world had changed. Nothing was like it used to be. There was no artist performing anymore, no movies were made and no books were written. ‘They’ had come.

Brian still remembered when they first came. The news reports on CNN and the speeches of the president and other important people. They had welcomed them as their friends and that was exactly how they had acted: as friends. But they weren’t and they had found that out quickly enough.

Millions of people were killed, whole Europe was destroyed and big parts of America were gone too. But he had lived, together with his closed friends Kayla, Marnix and Justin. His brother was killed, and so was his lovely wife. And later his mum and dad too. It was almost a miracle that their bound as friends had not been broken by them.

But now that was going to change. They had captured his friends. They where prisoned in a chamber somewhere in this building and something was going to explode there soon. Brian looked at his watch; only twelve minutes. Twelve minutes to get them out of here, to save them. Brian knew that he needed an access code to enter their prison, that’s how all ‘their’ prisons worked, but he had it. 4Fs8ES, that was the code. The code to save their lives.

Brian is running, but he is still careful, afraid of what ‘they’ could do to stop him. The air in this building was heavy, warm and tempered every sound and Brian felt how his shirt was soaked by his sweat. He felt how some kind of vibration was moving the air and fear filled his mind.

“You cannot save them…”

Brian looks around, he isn’t sure if he had heard this voice out loud or only in his mind.

“You cannot beat us, human. We are to strong for you.”

“Go away,” Brian whispers.

The voice laughs “We are not the ones who are going to leave.”

“I will not give up!” this time Brian speaks in a normal voice.

Again the voice laughs a cold laugh. “And what when you are the only one left? Why are you fighting when you know you are going to loose? Why not just sit down peacefully and die?”

Brian stops for a moment. The voice had a point. ‘They’ had shown already that they were unbeatable. As soon as it became clear that ‘they’ were everything, except friends the leaders of the world had worked together, for the first time in human history, to fight this evil. It didn’t work. All the leaders of the world were cruelly killed taking millions of brave people with them. Although every kind of news source was shut down Brian knew in his heart that he was only one of the few survivors, one of the few humans who still lived.

“You are not sure either why you still fight don’t you? Why just don’t give up?”
The voice had sounded too hopefully in Brian’s head and he began to run again.

“There is still something worth fighting for.”

“Do you really believe that human? Then your kind is more stupid than I had give you credit for?”

“Maybe stupid, but why don’t you just simply kill me then, like you did all those others?”

Brian looks at his watch again; only seven minutes to go. A rush of adrenaline fills his body, as if he had just performed for a huge audience, like in the old, happy days. Suddenly Brian realises that the voice was silent.

“Why don’t you answer my question? Isn’t that the least thing you can do?”

“There is no reason why I should answer you, human!”
The voice didn’t sound that confident anymore. He sounded a bit troubled as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

Brian decided to just ignore the voice and concentrate on finding his friends again. He again wondered how it was possible that from the few human beings left on earth they had survived. It was of course possible that one of them had lived or maybe two, but all four. Brian knew that they were probably the only group of old friends who still all lived.

“You are not very smart, human.” The voice sounded even more irritated than it had before.

“Can you read my mind?”

“Obvious your species can’t. How have you ever been able to survive, all those years?”

Brian ignored this remark. He had searched now two floors totally and had just reached the third floor of the building. This building wasn’t one made by human hands. ‘They’ had made it. It looked from the outside like a ‘normal’ skyscraper, but from the inside it was a bit different. It didn’t had a cellar and no elevators. It had stairs that almost looked like ‘normal’ ones. The big different was that inside their were no walls, or not like human know them. The walls were made from some kind of iron, but different. Everything was some kind of, but different. Inside the buildings was a strange atmosphere, very heavy as if you could almost touch the air in it.

“Brian?”

This time the voice spoke with a pleasant voice.

“They are dead…”

The voice hadn’t changed when he said that, but Brian could almost feel the hate behind it.

“I don’t believe it,” said Brian with a stubborn voice. “If they would be death I should know. We have a bound, something you creatures probably don’t understand.”

“A bound? That’s no use for us. We can communicate telephonically, we don’t need a bound.”

“I’m just happy that I am human… and that’s enough to fight for!”

“Can’t you see our power then? You humans are nothing, just a weak bug that can be destroyed easily!”

“You don’t have emotions!”

“Emotions are no use for us. We can’t even sense them. I know that you are anger, but that’s only because we learned how to observe you.”

“I rather be death than live without emotions.”

“That’s an easy wish to fulfil. Just stop the search. You cannot win!”

“I will not stop.”

On that point Brian decided to ignore the voice, although it filled his whole mind with it’s sound. Still nothing on the third floor. He looked on his watch; three minutes to go.

“Time flies when you have fun, isn’t it?” The voice snickered.

“How do you know that that access code of yours is the correct one? What when its wrong?”

Brian felt how doubt filled his heart, but he immediately banned it away. He was sure it was the right one.

“What when it’s the wrong one?”

He reached the fourth floor and still found no sign of anything. Brian was surprised he hadn’t found anybody else. It was like he was all alone in this building. Alone with the voice.

“What when it’s the wrong one?”

The voice kept repeating this, but Brian kept running paying no attention at all.

“What when it’s the wrong one? What will you do when you are left here… all alone?”

Alone? Brian knew that that was the thing he feared most, to be alone. He shook his head and tried not to think about it anymore, but it was hard. VERY hard, especially know the voice kept repeating that, almost singing it in his ears as if it was a beautiful song.

“Alone, all alone. Brian will be left alone. Alone, totally alone. Brian will be left alone. No friends, no enemies, totally alone, totally alone. Alone, all alone. Brian will be left…”

This little song was repeated all over again, and again, and again. Brian had the feeling that it was trying to stop him, to fill his body and mind, to make him crazy, to kill him. He tried to shut it down by closing his ears while he ran, but it didn’t help. He kept hearing it inside him and he realised it had no use.

“No friends, no enemies, totally alone, to---“

“SHUT UP!” Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. “STOP IT!”

“Mad Brian?”

The way the voice sounded only made Brian hate him more.

“I HATE YOU!!!”

“Very good human! That’s the only thing your species can; hate and use violence.”

Brian calmed down a bit.

“And what do YOU think you are doing? The most logical use of violence, to punish the violent.”

“We are just cleaning up the mess…”

Brian laughed with a bitter laugh.

“Cleaning up the mess?” he whispered. Then he realised he had stop running and he continued his search. One minute to go. Adrenaline rushed his mind. Suddenly he heard a sound, a sound although he hadn’t heard anything for sometime except for the voice. He runs towards the sounds and there they were: Kayla, Marnix and Justin. Pale, skinny but still alive and healthy enough to make a lot of noises.

“You cannot save them.”

“Just watch.” Brian looked for a moment in the eyes of his best friend Kayla and smiled at her and then he turned to a panel where he should enter the access code. 4Fs8ES, that was it.

He typed it in and pushed a big green button. Some lights are started to flicker and then the screen in front of him told him the following words ‘Access denied’.

“NO!”

Brian tried it again: 4Fs8ES. Again some lights and again ‘Access denied’.

“I told you!”

The voice sounded now like a young schoolboy who was teasing somebody.
Brian looked again in the hopeful blue eyes of his young friend and tried it again.

‘Access denied’

“NO!” Brian hit the panel with his fist and all the power he had in him.

‘Access denied’

“YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!” Brian felt tears stream down his face when he looked again in the eyes of his friend Kayla. Behind him he saw his other best friends. Justin gave him an encouraging smile.

“I said you would be alone…”

“THIS IS UNFAIR!”

Brian tried another time.

‘Access denied’

Only a couple of seconds left…

“You forgot one thing… Brian… we can change codes. You had the right code, but I changed it… only one second before you typed it down…”

“YOU CHEATED!”

“I cleaned up the mess… give it up.”

Brian pushed his face against the window and looked at his friends. They had all accepted the fact that they should die and gave each other encouraging smiles.

One second…

The room behind the glass filled with smoke and Brian heard a dimmed explosion.

“No…” he whispered while tears stream down his face.

The last thing Brian hears before he fainted on the floor was the voice.

“Alone…”

FIN


btw... I wrote this before Sam's little speech at the end of the Two Towers. I just noticed how somethings are in common with that

Ha! I found something of yours here! Whoohoo! I really love it! It's different from any other thing I've read on this site, I really like that the readers don't know everything that's going on. Makes it all the more intriguing. Well done, you! :yay:

Wonderful line :love: