Post by knight on Jul 20, 2007 23:14:34 GMT -6
Chris peers around the corner of the door, out into the dusty main street. It was empty and deserted, yet he could hear shouts of men and the pop of paint balls cut through the still air. The street played tricks on the senses, making the voices seem like they were everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. Chris peered down the other way and saw that the coast was clear. The building across the street from him was rather large, and had the word "Bank" scrawled on a huge sign over the front. Chris takes a deep breath and sprints for the building. He could feel a ball whiz by his head, missing him by mere centimeters and hitting the ground to his side. Chris dives behind a stack of crates near the entrance of the bank and sits, pressing his back to it.
Chris: [muttering] Snipers...
Chris slowly edges to the corner of the crates and pokes his head out for a split second. He pulls it back just in time. A paint ball slices through the air where his head was a fraction of a second ago. There was no way he could go back. His only choice was to go through the bank. Chris pushed off using the crates, sending them crashing on the ground. He leapt off and dove into the bank. He rolled up into a crouch and lifted his pistol to sweep the area. The bank was relatively small. Teller booths lined the far wall, with a door leading to offices near them to the east. Chris cautiously approaches the door and slowly creaks it open.
Man: Hey!
Chris: Damn!
Chris turns and dashes out of the bank. The man is hot on his heels, firing off his pistol. Chris runs across the main road and trips, rolling and turning around to see the man running after him. He unfastens his rifle from his back and raises it. When he does, the man's head jerks back as he sees a ball of red paint hit his head, knocking him off his feet. Chris shifts his rifle to where he saw the flash of light and shot through a window. A sniper rifle fell out of the window and he heard somebody curse. Chris smiled slightly and stood up, basking in the fact that he got a "kill". Chris hears a pop and feels a sharp pain on the back of his neck, like the stinging of hornets. He falls to his knees and manages to turn around. He sees Matteo walking at almost a dreamlike speed towards him.
Matteo: Haha, Don't think you can beat me in paintball just because I'm retired now.
Chris: Damn man... that hurt...
Chris rubs the back of his neck as he stands up.
Matteo: Hey Chris, nobody said war was easy. War hurts. It's like life. Nothing comes without some sort of sacrifice. Some sort of hard time. Aristotle called it a "passion".
Chris: What, like in the bible?
Matteo: Sorta, but that wasn't what Aristotle was referring to. Don't confuse The Passion with a passion. There's a difference.The Passion of Christ is completely different in the religious connotations it has. Meanwhile, just a passion means just a struggle. Any sort of struggle is what Aristotle called a passion. But you're right, life is about passions, it's about sacrificing. Nothing comes easy, ever. And if it does, well, then there's a catch to it. If you don't realize it then, you will, sooner or later.
Chris: Yeah, but why is that?
Matteo: Is what?
Chris: Life full of struggle?
Matteo: I don't know. Satre says it's because that's what human nature is. He says that it's human nature for us to have to suffer through anything that has a good end since man is naturally evil.
Chris: Such as my next match. I know it's going to be tough and there will be alot of suffering. After all, it IS a triple threat match. And it's against that presidential cia dude and Eddie Jones. Between the two of them, the only one who I think will give me problems is Eddie. Like you were saying, he and I share the same passion, and we're both willing to sacrifice anything for it.
Matteo: Good, I think you're learning. Now, are you ready for your Remmy Skye match?
Chris: i think that local match is the LEAST of my issues right now. Let me worry about Eddie.
Matteo shrugs as they walk towards the entrance of the paint ball park.
Chris: [muttering] Snipers...
Chris slowly edges to the corner of the crates and pokes his head out for a split second. He pulls it back just in time. A paint ball slices through the air where his head was a fraction of a second ago. There was no way he could go back. His only choice was to go through the bank. Chris pushed off using the crates, sending them crashing on the ground. He leapt off and dove into the bank. He rolled up into a crouch and lifted his pistol to sweep the area. The bank was relatively small. Teller booths lined the far wall, with a door leading to offices near them to the east. Chris cautiously approaches the door and slowly creaks it open.
Man: Hey!
Chris: Damn!
Chris turns and dashes out of the bank. The man is hot on his heels, firing off his pistol. Chris runs across the main road and trips, rolling and turning around to see the man running after him. He unfastens his rifle from his back and raises it. When he does, the man's head jerks back as he sees a ball of red paint hit his head, knocking him off his feet. Chris shifts his rifle to where he saw the flash of light and shot through a window. A sniper rifle fell out of the window and he heard somebody curse. Chris smiled slightly and stood up, basking in the fact that he got a "kill". Chris hears a pop and feels a sharp pain on the back of his neck, like the stinging of hornets. He falls to his knees and manages to turn around. He sees Matteo walking at almost a dreamlike speed towards him.
Matteo: Haha, Don't think you can beat me in paintball just because I'm retired now.
Chris: Damn man... that hurt...
Chris rubs the back of his neck as he stands up.
Matteo: Hey Chris, nobody said war was easy. War hurts. It's like life. Nothing comes without some sort of sacrifice. Some sort of hard time. Aristotle called it a "passion".
Chris: What, like in the bible?
Matteo: Sorta, but that wasn't what Aristotle was referring to. Don't confuse The Passion with a passion. There's a difference.The Passion of Christ is completely different in the religious connotations it has. Meanwhile, just a passion means just a struggle. Any sort of struggle is what Aristotle called a passion. But you're right, life is about passions, it's about sacrificing. Nothing comes easy, ever. And if it does, well, then there's a catch to it. If you don't realize it then, you will, sooner or later.
Chris: Yeah, but why is that?
Matteo: Is what?
Chris: Life full of struggle?
Matteo: I don't know. Satre says it's because that's what human nature is. He says that it's human nature for us to have to suffer through anything that has a good end since man is naturally evil.
Chris: Such as my next match. I know it's going to be tough and there will be alot of suffering. After all, it IS a triple threat match. And it's against that presidential cia dude and Eddie Jones. Between the two of them, the only one who I think will give me problems is Eddie. Like you were saying, he and I share the same passion, and we're both willing to sacrifice anything for it.
Matteo: Good, I think you're learning. Now, are you ready for your Remmy Skye match?
Chris: i think that local match is the LEAST of my issues right now. Let me worry about Eddie.
Matteo shrugs as they walk towards the entrance of the paint ball park.