There I stood. In the dining hall of my... "family" home.  44. Magnum in my hand, 8 inch wooden stake in my gut, And a little squirrel on my shoulder.

On his knees. Next to me stood my fat "Elder brother" 

His begging was only fanning the burning hatred in my stomach. I could feel it clawing at my very core. Screaming for me to pull the trigger.

I obeyed it.

...

Watching his body fall limp on the floor I questioned how it all got to this point, even now I could hear the fighting going on outside. The screams of the "innocents". The sounds of guns. Ending their misery.

In the end did I do the right thing?

sigh.

... I suppose that is up to the history books to decide.

With a heavy heart I checked the clip on my pistol. Finding to my satisfaction that I still had a few rounds left.

With one last look around the familiar room now stained in blood. I walked out.

...

..

.

Leaving my tent after a good sleep, I breathed in deeply.

The morning's fresh air was fresh but still contained a distinct metallic tang to it, whispering about the things that had been happening in the town just one night ago.

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The streets in my field of view had been cleaned of corpses already whilst I slept. But I could still see the red stains where the bodies had laid just a night 'fore.

The bulletholes and broken buildings also did their part in telling of the horrors of last night.

My men and I had set camp in the clearing near the center of the small city. 4 dozen tents dotted the barbwired area in orderly rows. We had also established lookouts in most of the taller buildings of the town.

Checking my Wristphone, I concluded that it was barely 6 in the morning.

Even this early my men were already hard at work. The transport team especially. Many of them were running to and fro, preparing the vehicles we had commandeered in our mutiny yesterday.

The close second in their hurry was the Scavs unit. Whom to be honest did not look like they slept at all during the night. Making their enthusiasm interesting in their own right.

Were they actual soldiers The early morning enthusiasm wouldn't surprise me... But no. All of these men were merely freed Ferse. Ranging from the house-kepts to labor slaves.

I guess the smell of freedom had raised their motivation to an unexpected height.

That or Natal was a better taskmaster than I had expected.

"I dont care how hard you think it is you impotent pices of shit!  I want it done and I want it done NOW! Get moving You Dickweebs!"

Shaking my head  with a slight smile I returned to my tent to get properly dressed. From the sounds of it she has it under control.

...

The town, atleast until last night was called Ferron. It is a medium sized town with some hundred to hundred and twenty buildings in it.  

Its located in the northern parts of the nation near the dividing mountains. A large coal vein was discovered in the area some fifty years ago, which sparked the establishment of the town near it, and as such it has been the towns core import for its whole existence.

The town was run by a small local noble house "House Steinberg"

They were good nobles whom treated their citizens well, and never imposed taxes over what the populace could afford.

Their treatment of their people is not the cause of our mutiny.

No.

The reasons for that are more deep rooted in our nation.

The finest example of which would be the youngest of the House Steinberg.

My "elder brother".