Here I sit with a 9mm pistol aimed at my head again. Today didn't go as I expected, I didn't expect twenty legionaries to pop out of nowhere and grab me. So I sit here looking down, A pistol pushed up against the side of my head.
"Look at what we got here, the famous Courtier, caught by a group of legionaries.
A scarred up grotesque man babbled.
"You may of caught me, but think I fought you at the dam, I walked into your camp and put, A BULLET INTO CESAR'S SKULL. You think to yourself do you think you scare me, just look at your men, am tied up and there still trembling."
I said, flashing him a smile
"And you will pay for everyone of us you have killed,"
He smirked bring out a rusty old combat knife, and placing it against my cheek.
Then he began to drag the rusty blade down the side of my face.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL!!!"
I screamed
"YES YES SCREAM, I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!!!"
Boone laid there looking through the scope of his Rifle. Seeing his friend being tortured, and enemy reinforcements coming in. All Boone could do was watch without getting himself killed. That's when he thought back to his wife, and a tear went down his face. He got his gun, looked down the scope then, BANG
