The End: Story One - Imprisonment By: David K. Montoya


The End:Story One
By: David K. Montoya

As I forced my eyes open, I quickly realized what had happened--someone blindsided me, but what was it? I knew it could not of have been an Unlucky, because, simply put, I would be dead by now. As I sat there in the blindfolded darkness and fully regained consciencesness, a mind altering pain blasted the back of my head. It must of had been where I had been hit.

I knew I needed to get free, but not being able to see was going to be my biggest challenge. After all, what if my captors were sitting right in front of me watching my every move? I could quickly find my efforts in vain. So I slowly pulled my tied hands under my bottom until they popped out and were under my legs. I had to shift my right shoulder out of location, so I could pull my arms over my legs.

Once I had done so, I waited for a moment to hear if anyone had noticed my efforts. All I could hear was the laughter of a few men, but they seemed unaware of what I was up to. I removed my blindfold to find that we were all still out in the back yard. There were several men sitting about five yards away from us. They were looking over what I had figured was Rich’s gun by the light of a small hurricane lamp. But, why would any one, or at least anyone in there right mind, want to stay out here in the open? Were they not aware of that fact that Unluckys were close by and If not, all they would have to do is go and investigate Rich’s room to be reminded of such danger.

Making sure that our attackers attention was not focused over in my direction, I untied my legs and made my way over to Michael and was able to free him. He, in turn, freed my hands and helped place my shoulder back into location. We then freed everyone but Richard. I left him for last since I knew as soon as I was to remove his gag, he would give our position away with his dolt cursing.

I moved over to Richard, and before removing his gag, I whispered into his ear that I was going to take off the restraint, but he had to be quiet. The very opposite happened. Once Rich was fully untied, he shot straight for the five men. He flipped their small table over causing the hurricane lamp to fly into the dried weeds, causing a horrific bonfire. He pulled a sword from the dirt and with a upward sweep introduced the cold and dirty steel into the surrendering flesh of one of the captors. Blood spouted in a foutain where the severed head once rested and the body collapsed to the ground.

I saw another three or four men appear from behind a gate over in the north end of the yard. One of the men had a pistol ready and had Rich in his sights. I quickly acted on impulse and just before he could fire his sidearm, I rammed him, causing the gun to discharge blindly into the sky.

As we wrestled on the ground, I found him to be quite a bit bigger than I first expected and I was trying my damnedest to keep the gun barrel from pointing in my direction. Finally, I was able to get one of my legs between us as he held me down and with a hard thrust I launched him into the air and he landed ini the fiery inferno behind me. I could hear the man scream out in pain as I got to my feet. I could see that the impact of hitting the ground had shattered his legs, as a bone was sticking out from his shin. I turned away as the cries died out and all I could now hear was the popping of his burning flesh.

As I returned to the fight, I found that Michael was up against two men. But he was too much for the two, as in one hand he was armed with a machete and in the other was the sawed off shot gun. From the looks of it, it was the one I had used earlier in the day. I watched as he made his attacks on the two. It was almost like watching a well rehearsed dance number. With each calculated movement I couldn’t help but feel pride in my son.

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About the Author

David K. Montoya has been writing for nearly 15 years and during that time has produced some 200 underground comics, including "M-Team," "Ayotnom," "The Hunters-Xydus," "Lifesigns," "Smash," and continues to work on the upcoming graphic novel, "Underground to Nowhere." Along with producing his current run of poems, short stories and serials, he also did the artwork and dialog for the soon to be released, "Smash, Special Edition."
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