Behind the mask- Story of Red Muse
Hello, this is my first Oddworld-related fanfic, so...uh... bear with me.
Anyway, this fic is about Red Muse, my RPG char from the RPS "Work at RuptureFarms".
So, read it and weep! ^__^
Behind the mask
- the story of the muse
~ Dear diary,
today was a hard day for me. We had shooting practises with living targets.
They made us shoot mudokon slaves, injured ones that weren’t able to work anymore…
The other seemed to enjoy it. They even made bets on subjects like; Who was going to get hit first, or who would last the longest after being hit.
I couldn’t watch… I felt so useless, though I knew that there was nothing that I could’ve done for the mudokons.
When it was my turn to shoot, I refused.
I didn’t even pick the gun up.
Our instructor, Sgt. Wicks, wasn’t pleased and yet again, for the tenth time today, I was being scolded.
He called me a wuss and said, that I’d never become nothing more than a floor waxer.
He is probably right. No one wants a wuss as a security guard.
Not that I ever wanted to be one. What I’d really want to become, is a poet. Or an artist.
I’d use my art and poems to make Oddworld a better place for all creatures.
But that is only a dream of mine.
A pleasant dream, impossible to achieve.
Well, that’s all for today. I’ll get back to you tomorrow.
Goodnight my friend. My only friend.
Sincerely,
Red Muse ~
With those words, the young slig closed his diary and sighed heavily, letting his eyes drift along the book’s covers. He placed the book into a night table next to his bunk where he was sitting . After a moment, he slowly rolled to his back and studied the camp. It was midnight and everyone else from his team were asleep.
“Finally. It’s quiet. No cursing, no yelling. Just the peaceful sounds of the night.” , he thought to himself, smiling faintly, “…Three weeks and I’m free from this torture. Three weeks and I’m out of the Slig Barracks! I cannot even believe that it is happening! …But what then?… Where do I go then? This place has been my home for many years…”, he thought frowning. He tried to think for a solution to his dilemma, but something else was on his mind. He couldn’t concentrate. He started squirming in his bed, letting out a grunt or two.
“I need some fresh air.”, he stated silently to himself and jumped up.
He made his way to the tent door and pulled it aside, revealing the most beautiful night sky in front of him.
He had his eyes soon fixed on the giant moon, which allured him immediately. He could do nothing else that stare at it’s majesty and for the first time in his life, Red Muse was free.
Kinda short, huh?
Okay, tell me what you think and I'll try to keep writing.
*yawns* Okay... later
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Last edited by The Red Muse; 02-11-2003 at 09:48 AM..
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