While lying comatose in the infirmary, Kurzdan’s tortured soul relived the horrific nightmare over and over again. Heavily sedated the doctors and nurses couldn’t hear his subconscious screams of agony as Kurzdan ran the gamut of emotions from within. As time dragged on though one emotion grew in strength and ferocity till it out-shadowed all others, rage. It was rage pure and simple but not the mindless aggression one would expect to see in a wounded animal. This rage was cold like the frozen gale of a blizzard. Kurzdan’s heart grew darker until all that remained was a blackened void. His mind’s eye saw what he desired most, it was revenge. Not just revenge on the Dragonne warrior that slaughtered his family though, he wanted to exterminate the entire species down to the last microbe that sparked their very existence.
Nearly two months later Kurzdan finally awakens from his ordeal. Although his vision is blurry he can make out the silhouette of a person standing at the foot of his bed.
“I was starting to think you were never going to wake up. I had almost given up hope on your recovery.” His Russian accent hung heavy in the air. Kurzdan squinted through weary eyes. He began to discern some detail of a man in a tan uniform and matching hat.
“Who are you?” Kurzdan’s words held almost no volume.
“I am Colonel Nikolas Kamirzakoff and I am part of G.A.I.A’s military known as the Secret Intelligence Division or S.I.D. More importantly I need you to do something for me.” Kurzdan’s vision was becoming clearer and the two men’s eyes locked as though they were about to have a showdown. Despite the deterioration of his body, his torment honed his mind to a razor’s edge.
“What can I possibly do for you?” Kurzdan quipped.
“I need you to track down and then aid us in eliminating the Dragonne menace.”
“You know that’s really funny,” scoffed Kurzdan. “In case nobody told you my back is broken. Besides you’re with the military so what do you need me for?
The Colonel cryptically answered, “Your injuries can be, repaired, if you wish. As for training that is a minor problem. After all experience in battle is by far the best teacher. Besides you have something far more important. You have a hunger for vengeance in your heart. I can see those murderous intentions in your eyes. Best of all, you literally have nothing left to lose. That makes you the perfect weapon.” Slits replaced Kurzdan’s eyes as his blood turned to ice. “I know about what happened to your family. Don’t you think that the Dragonne should be repaid for their” the Colonel paused for several seconds then started again, “generosity in sparing you?” He leaned in, placing both hands on the bedrail. “I believe you do. I can supply you with everything you will need and in return, you will become my dog of war. Officially you will be classified as mercenary scout working for G.A.I.A but in truth you will answer to me and me alone.” Kamirzakoff stopped to let his message sink in. He knew it would have the desired effect.
“What’s the catch Colonel, nobody offers something for nothing?”
“Good, you’re smarter than you look. This is what you would call an ‘off the books’ kind of operation. If you are captured by the enemy or your cover is blown, we will deny any connection to you and your nefarious activities that you will undoubtedly commit. You’ll be treated like any other criminal, although that may prove useful, perhaps we should consider that potential avenue.” He mused over the possibilities such a tactic could provide.
“You’re setting me up to take the fall already?” Kurzdan said with a scowl spread across his face.
“No, I still have need of your services provided of course you are accepting my offer?” Kamirzakoff probed. Kurzdan turned his head to stare at the world outside. He weighed his options. Either spend the rest of his life as a cripple in some hospice or sell his soul to the devil in the tan uniform.
“Fine, do your worst. Like you already said, I’ve got nothing left to lose.” Kurzdan’s words bore no emotion as he spoke.
“Excellent,” answered the Colonel. “I’ll make all the preparations. We’ll come for you once everything is prepared.” Kamirzakoff turned towards the door and walked out of the room. Kurzdan pondered the deal he just made. One thing kept creeping back into his mind. “Your injuries can be repaired…” He couldn’t quite fathom what that meant. In the end, it didn’t really matter. So long as he got the chance to bathe in the blood of the Dragonne was all that mattered. Weariness overtook him. Kurzdan slipped back into semi-unconsciousness. All there was left to do was wait for the inevitable. Permalink