Post by Isii Derrum on Oct 9, 2005 3:33:54 GMT
*Who knew how many years had went by? Hector sat in the midst of no where...and there was a facility near by, but he didn't want to go near it. He did watch the men fight occasionally, and boy did they know how to fight! They ducked, swung, swiped, used everything they had! Many times Hector would copy them, learning, creating his own style, and just admiring them. He wanted to be just like them, filled with courage, honor, and craftiness. There wouldn't be a moment when Hector wouldn't think about them, until he would have nightmares...reoccuring nightmares of what he thought was his past...a dark past when he was only a baby, and his mother was caring for him, when odd looking people came in with odd weapons. They were yelling and his mother was screaming, until his father came. He fought valiently, for his honor, pride, and family. One swift blow after many hours of fighting laid him to rest, and his mother escaped while the fight raged on. She hid him in a cave with food and shelter, and nothing more. She kissed him on his forehead and ran back to his father. That was the last time he had seen his family...and then he would wake up, drenched in sweat, and panting. Then he would head down to the stream for a bath. Hector was a smart one for his age, although he didn't know how old he was, but he was well built, sturdy, muscular, and knew how to fend for himself. Every time he would bathe in the stream near his cave, he would see a reflection of himself, looking almost alike to his father, but not quite. He had his mother's distinctive blue eyes, and her nose. Everything else was like his father. Hector could read, speak, and fight. Food wasn't a problem, but clothing was. He only had his groin, buttock, and waist covered, but everything else was exposed. Hector always wanted to know who his parents were, what were they like, and if he was anything like them. Looks were a similar as they could get, but personality, strength, cunningness, things that he would wish to know that probably would never be answered in his lifetime...and the only thing that could help him find out was his last name...Kwando. His full name was Hector Kwando...as inscribed on his blanket, now used as part of his quilt he had made from many furs and other things. All he had was a wooden knife, and that wasn't much, but Hector finally summoned enough courage to go into that camp, and seek help, although he didn't like it one bit, he would do it for his family, and possibly another way to live...8
"Here goes nothing...hope I get what I need and can get out..."
*Hector walked for quite some time, and then found that the camp had moved, and the tracks were blurry, as if no one wanted to know they were there, but he was an excellent tracker after all those years of hunting, and he started to follow, silently, swiftly, and quickly if he was to catch up to them. He had ran for quite a while, until he spotted the camp, and it was time to hope that information was well provided, and Hector walked into the camp*
"Hello people, I am Hector Kwando...a lost man with no food or shelter...could you help me?"
*The men suddenly swiveled around, and what looked like guns were pointed at him*
"Uh oh..."
*Hector took one look around. He was surrounded, and there wasn't much he could do, except for fight, and fight. He always had a lust for fighting, and it seemed natural. Hector could always catch them punching, kicking, or whatever they wanted to do to harm him in an instant. He could see it in slow motion, moments before it would happen, and counter it. Hector crouched, and let his arms dangle*
"Well, you asked for it..."
*Right after he spoke his last word, he ran straight at the men, and started to fight like a savage, and they were getting beat down, but more was coming, and a noise suddenly sounded off, as more of them came, but he would fight until he got answers!*
"Man...how many of you are there?"
"Here goes nothing...hope I get what I need and can get out..."
*Hector walked for quite some time, and then found that the camp had moved, and the tracks were blurry, as if no one wanted to know they were there, but he was an excellent tracker after all those years of hunting, and he started to follow, silently, swiftly, and quickly if he was to catch up to them. He had ran for quite a while, until he spotted the camp, and it was time to hope that information was well provided, and Hector walked into the camp*
"Hello people, I am Hector Kwando...a lost man with no food or shelter...could you help me?"
*The men suddenly swiveled around, and what looked like guns were pointed at him*
"Uh oh..."
*Hector took one look around. He was surrounded, and there wasn't much he could do, except for fight, and fight. He always had a lust for fighting, and it seemed natural. Hector could always catch them punching, kicking, or whatever they wanted to do to harm him in an instant. He could see it in slow motion, moments before it would happen, and counter it. Hector crouched, and let his arms dangle*
"Well, you asked for it..."
*Right after he spoke his last word, he ran straight at the men, and started to fight like a savage, and they were getting beat down, but more was coming, and a noise suddenly sounded off, as more of them came, but he would fight until he got answers!*
"Man...how many of you are there?"
