by E.A. McBride
Flash Fiction Contest Entry, 297/300 words.
|"I have important information" the scruffy and dispirited young man declared to Colonel Hansen, leader of the Resistance Mercenaries.
The Colonel sat back in his chair, took a drink from his flask, never taking his eyes off the allied messenger who was able to escape enemy imprisonment.
"And what information is that?" the Colonel asked.
"I was a prisoner of The Loyalists, Sir. Their forces are defeated and unmotivated to continue fighting." He replied.
Colonel Hansen continued to gaze at the messenger, with a piercing stare that was difficult to read and made the young man feel uneasy.
"I marched day and night through the bitter cold to reach this camp. General Collins is forcing his men to march on for one last siege, but they are in no shape to fight. His men are exhausted and prepared to surrender." He continued.
Colonel Hansen stood up, walked over to the blazing fire that kept his quarters warm from the frigid December nights.
"You have done well, The Great Leader himself shall hear of your escape and heroic journey. This information is very valuable for our cause." He said at last.
Upon hearing the news, Colonel Hansen decided to allow his own weary men to rest for the night, unaware Collin's men were marching on the camp that moment.
Colonel Hansen was awoken by startled screams of terror and violent gunfire. The Mercenaries were unprepared and spread out, many tried to retreat. Chaos surrounded Hansen and his men, the snowy battleground became stained by their blood.
General Collin's victory was a surprise to many, but not so much for one scruffy prisoner who stood proudly next to Collins in a clean Loyalist uniform. The young man gazed upon the bloody carnage that was their victory and smiled.