Justice by R.T. Adams (reading list .TXT) 📖

the door, the bars simply falling. He continued going back, until he reached the tank that Alicia was in. I walked up to him and he slid down onto the floor. Visibly, tears were pouring down his face, snot coming from his nose. He had already pissed himself out of sheer terror.

“Please, please, don’t kill me,” he said in a somewhat broken voice, shaking.

“I don’t need to kill you,” I said, “I have already reached my objective, and besides, watching you cower in fear under me is good enough.” I walked past him and he let out a huge breath of relief, quickly scurrying away, stumbling every few steps with his penguin waddle of a run, if you could call it running. I looked all around to open the tank, but I couldn’t find any particular way to do so, so I just lifted my sword and cut at it instead, the glass busting and the water pouring out. I stepped back quite a few steps as the water’s force started pushing me a bit. By now, my knees and lower were soaked in water. Unlike before, Alicia’s body and hair were now hanging limp from the binds. I walked over to her and grabbed the binds, carefully bringing the tip of my sword to them and cutting them, causing each limb of hers to fall down. Soon, I cut through all of the binds and she fell, so I quickly caught her. With her in my arms, I struggled a bit to put my sword into my sheath.

“You won’t be able to fight like that, Kimbo,” Randolph said.

“Then could you please protect me?” I asked of him.

“Understood,” he then pulled out his sword. I lifted Alicia into my arms, carrying her with her upper back in my left arm and her legs in my right arm. We ran through the hallways, making our way out of the prison. Once we reached the doors, Randolph burst through them. Surprisingly, no soldiers were outside. We ran over to the car and I laid her in the back seats, getting ready to throw my swords in until I heard something. Several ships came flying over, all Justice ships. I quickly threw my swords on the floorboard and hopped in, starting it even before Randolph got in. Quickly, he got in and I pushed down on the gas, in which the car began to move, even if slowly at first. Soon, we were flying past everything like when we came to the prison. The ships were flying along as well, firing the large cannons on them down at us. Every so often, the force from one of them would get to the car, causing it to swerve heavily, jerking us around a bit. Regardless, I continued to drive. Suddenly, one of the cannon’s shots hit directly in front of us, causing the car to hit the force directly. Hardly being able to see due to the smoke, I felt that we were suddenly flipping. I felt my body leaving the car. I looked back and over to Randolph, who had also been thrown out of the car. Alicia, as well, was tossed into the air. I reached over, but she was much too far to get to. When I looked back, I noticed a cliff. It was inevitable, I’d be flung off of the cliff. Just before falling down to the cliff, I noticed Alicia landing into Randolph’s arms. Then, everything on the road disappeared and I was falling. Below me, trees. Suddenly, I hit a tree, the branches slapping harshly on my body. I tried grabbing a branch, but instead of staying on it, it snapped. I continued to fall, the branches slapping me and snapping as I fell through them. Suddenly, I hit the ground and everything went dark.

When I woke up, my entire body was stinging with agonizing pain. I slowly lifted up, the stings striking me even harder, as though I were still being slapped. I lifted my shirt and looked at my body. Red marks all over my body from the branches. I looked at my arms and noticed red marks, as well, even some cuts. I felt my face and noticed a few small cuts, specifically on my forehead and left cheek. I tried to stand, but a sharp pain struck through my left calf. I looked down as I fell back down and noticed a piece of wood through my leg. I sat up and reached down to it, trying to pull it out. Successfully and painfully, I pulled the wood out and tossed it aside. It didn’t penetrate through my leg, but it was a deep wound. I looked around, but there hadn’t been much of anything, so crawled over to a tree and reached up towards a vine, which had been just in reach, and began pulling on it. As it came lower, I grabbed further up, pulling on it. I heard a snap and watched as the vine fell on my right leg. I grabbed it, lifted my pant leg, and began wrapping the vine around my wound. It was better to cover it up with something than to just leave it. I reached for my sword to cut the vine, but noticed my swords weren’t with me. I reached over to the wood I tossed and began rubbing it against the vine. After about four minutes, the vine snapped off and I knotted it. I tried standing and leaned against a tree, keeping my left leg up, as it was still in pain. I hopped on my right leg towards the next tree, resting at each tree. Soon, I found the end of the trees and a large lake, along with a shack nearby, or what seemed to be one. I slowly made my way over to the shack. By the time I got there, I noticed it was a small house, with only one room, a bed, and a pantry of food. I looked around, but there was no one here. I sat down on the bed and looked around once more. A few counters and cabinets, a small table and a chair, two windows, one facing the lake, one facing the forest, the door, with a window of its own, and the pantry. Abruptly interrupting the peace, something swung the door opened. I noticed a man walking in with a bucket of fish. He dropped his fished as he noticed me.

“Who’re you?” he stepped back, reaching for a wooden stick behind him.

“My name is Kimbo,” I said, my breath quite different than usual.

“You’re injured?” he said. It would appear he doesn’t know about me, unlike most people. He knelt down and took a look at my leg. He stood up and walked over to a cabinet, grabbed something and walked back over to me. He set down a small white jar and a white cloth. He lifted my pant leg and cut off the vine I wrapped around my leg. It fell off, the blood still coming out of my leg. He opened the jar and tilted it over my leg. A liquid came out and slowly poured into the wound. It stung like hell, causing me to want to jerk away, but I didn’t. He then grabbed the cloth and began tying it around my leg, tying a knot on the side. He pulled my pant leg down and stood back up.

“Thanks,” I said.

“No problem,” he turned away and picked up his bucket of fish, setting it on one of the counters, then grabbed a stick and tossed it over to me.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“You can use it to walk with. It should be sturdy enough to hold your weight,” he said, “Now go. You look like a busy man.” He wasn’t wrong, but I’m unsure how he knew. I stood up, using the stick as assistance. I walked out of the house, around the lake, climbing up hills and I found my way back to the street. When I walked down the road, I noticed my car lying upside-down on the road, along with a bit of smoke around and broken parts of the road. I noticed my swords both lying away from the car. One was near the edge of the cliff, a portion of it off of the cliff I walked over to it, picked it up, and put it to my side. I then went to grab my other sword and put it on the other side of my hips. I resumed walking over to my car. I got down and looked, but there wasn’t much anything, other than my supplies. I reached down, pulled the few scattered things out from under my car, and stuffed them back into the bag. I sat down next to my car, my backed leaned against it. I drifted away into sleep soon after relaxing my body.

When I woke up, I noticed my car was back on its wheels and, not only had it been upright, but it was also moving quickly. I was lying in the back seat and lifted my body, only enough to see who had been driving. When I got a good look I noticed Randolph. When I looked back to the seat, I noticed Alicia’s body. My head lay in her lap and she was looking out at the place around us. I didn’t say or do anything. Rather, I just kept my head there silently, acting as though I hadn’t woke up yet. However, she must have noticed my head moving, because she looked down at me and placed her hand on my head. She didn’t say anything. Rather, I felt the car come to a halt. The driver’s door opened and, just as I was about to fall asleep again, my head left her soft lap as she got out. I lifted my upper body in a sitting position. Randolph was at my aid, lending me his shoulder for support to get out. I placed my hand on his shoulder and lifted myself out of the car, carrying the stick I had with me. He closed the door behind me and stayed next to me in case I fell, or such. We were in an unfamiliar place, but easily found a hospital. Once we entered, the people looked my way, some even shocked. When I looked at my wound, I noticed that extremely diluted blood had been dropping to the floor. With haste, I noticed two nurses running over to me. Soon, a male nurse came over with a mobile bed. They laid me down on it and took me elsewhere. Without putting me to sleep, only numbing my leg, they soon began stitching the wound together.

“Who put this liquid in your leg?” the man stitching my leg spoke.

“A man I found in a cabin,” I said.

“He seemed to know his herbs,” the doctor said, “You leg seems to already have been healed fairly well.” He finished stitching my leg and cleaned the blood up, putting a new bandage around my leg.

“This wouldn’t be the first time I got a bandage,” I said, patting on the current bandage in my thigh.

“You’re a hunter, so I suppose that’s to be expected,” he said. Thing is, I didn’t get this wound from a hunt, so it’s rather hard to explain it.

“Yeah,” I just looked away as he walked out of the room. Moments later, Randolph and Alicia came in. Alicia wore something different now, different from what she’d been wearing the past few times she was fighting and when she was held prisoner. She was wearing another dress, one with a few frills here and there. The dress itself was black and white, the frills being white, as well. Like before when I was in the hospital, she avoided eye contact. I suppose she feels rather embarrassed to wear such feminine clothes. Randolph was the first to get to me. This time, I