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Prey World - Organized Rage By Alexander Merow Characters: 5531

Updated: 2018-07-06 12:01


He blindfolded them, while his comrades came from behind to help him. They had guns in their hands which they loaded now. Finally, the men in the gray shirts formed a long squad column.

"Fire!", it resounded and a volley mowed down the people in front of the wall. The dead were pulled away and brought to a huge pit, where countless corpses were already lying.

And so it went on. Salvo after salvo broke the silence, but the line of people did not seem to become shorter.

Frank looked at this scenario in horror and disgust, but the people, standing around him, seemed not to notice him.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him, turned around and saw Artur Tschistokjow.

"Frank, nice that you also have come!", said the leader of the Rus.

"What are you doing here?", asked Frank with a trembling voice.

"We have won!", yelled Artur joyfully.

"But what are you doing?", stammered Kohlhaas confusedly.

Tschistokjow clapped him on the shoulder and replied: "What we do? All that is necessary!"

"I do not understand...", said the young man from Ivas.

"Do not ask so much! Better help us! We have a lot of work to do!", answered the Russian.

The rebel leader thrusted a rifle into Frank`s hand.

Kohlhaas paused and looked at him, still disturbed. An uneasy feeling had gripped his throat and he did not know what to say at all.

"We have won, Frank! You can be happy, my friend! And now, finally, help us!", demanded Artur.

Another firing command was shouted, and the sound of guns followed. Artur Tschistokjow disappeared again, leaving Frank alone with the rifle.

The dreamer`s eyes opened wide and he let out a loud snort. Distraughtly, he clung to his blanket and looked around. "Will it all end like this?", asked Frank himself.

Cold Days

While Alfred was totally drunken at Wilden`s New Year`s Eve party, Frank stayed at home - alone. Today he was not in celebratory mood at all. Any hope, concerning the political struggle and also his private life, seemed to be lost. It was a disaster. And this dark winter was particularly harsh. Not only in Frank`s soul, but even in reality. A brutal cold wave had swept over Russia and the surrounding lands. The Baltic countries were buried under a thick layer of snow, since the end of February 2034.

In this terrible time, thousands of homeless people and beggars froze or starved to death in the cities of Eastern Europe. And the number of those, who could not afford a roof over their heads and had no more chance to find a job, was still growing. It was similar in large parts of Europe, but the situation in Eastern Europe was worst. A black cloud of discontent came over the land, as it had never been before.

In addition, the new year had started wit

h a massive tax hike, in order to briefly fill up the ever-empty coffers of the sub-prefecture "Baltic-Belarus". However, a large part of the funds was spent to pay debts and was issued just as quick as it had been taken, while the "Global Bank Trust", the international fiscal authority, increased the pressure on the sector without mercy.

Slowly, Belarus and the Baltic states became a large fertile soil for unrest, but Artur Tschistokjow seemed to have vanished. He was still somewhere in the background and shunned the public for obvious reasons. Instead, he wrote a book called "The Way of the Rus" in which he described his political goals. Furthermore, it was also some kind of biography. In this months, the young politician wrote down his thoughts like one possessed, and soon his book had more than 1200 pages.

And Artur Tschistokjow was willing to come back. The wave of persecution and the brutal destruction of his organization, had only temporarily demoralized him, but then his visions of a free Russia and his fanatical will had returned again, leaving him no longer time to rest.

Meanwhile, his parents and his older brother had been murdered during the last great execution campaign of the GSA after a long time in prison. One of his comrades had told him about the fate of his family. It had happened at the beginning of the year.

Apparently, the autorithies had allowed his relatives some kind of last respite before they had finally killed them, because they had hoped that Tschistokjow would leave his hiding place to search for them. But he had not been that stupid and after a while, his parents and his brother had not been useful anymore – in the eyes of the GSA.

Artur Tschistokjow`s hate had grown to the extreme during these winter months, and he had increasingly become aware that his life would only make sense, if he would fulfill his political mission. Finally, he built up a rock-solid, fanatic resoluteness to fight now with all the consequences. Victory or death – this was Tschistokjow`s new credo.

Frank, Alfred, Wilden and Sven were already waiting in HOK`s study since half an hour, eagerly longing for the ringing of the phone. This morning, Artur Tschistokjow had contacted the computer scientist on a well encrypted line and had asked for Wilden. HOK had explained that he needed to get the village boss first, and the rebel leader had promised that he would call them at 13.00 o`clock again.

"It`s end of February! Where has this guy been all the time?", asked Frank the others.

"Don`t ask me such things. But hiding has been the only chance for him. We should be glad that the authorities haven`t found a trace so far which leads them to Ivas", said the village boss and stared at the phone.

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