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The suspense is killing me... seriously. 
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Ancient Grudge
Its all in this life
getting more and more intresting i demand longer and more frequent posts! 
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Will grinned as the chopper began to plunge, and waved his arm at the troops behind him.
The jeep he was standing in roared forwards, and he grabbed hold of the bar near the machine gun. The troops behind roared after him.
He was with rebellios elements of the Athens Guard, and two rebellious Hoplites.
There was a big commander who had rebelled who was organising the area, and Will only knew him by voice.
Now he was on a direct comms link to the commander, and telling him the first part of the operation was a success.
They neared the crashed helicopter, and Will jumped out and rushed towards the copter.
His men were gunning down the few Hoplites that were escaping, and he neared the main door.
He ripped it open, and saw Nicholas with blood gushing from a head wound.
Unconscious.
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Nicholas woke slowly, to see a pistol pointed at his face.
"Goodbye, murderer." he heard the gunman say, and then blacked out again.
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More to come tomorrow, too tired now lol!
Chris AKA Nemesis
The jeep he was standing in roared forwards, and he grabbed hold of the bar near the machine gun. The troops behind roared after him.
He was with rebellios elements of the Athens Guard, and two rebellious Hoplites.
There was a big commander who had rebelled who was organising the area, and Will only knew him by voice.
Now he was on a direct comms link to the commander, and telling him the first part of the operation was a success.
They neared the crashed helicopter, and Will jumped out and rushed towards the copter.
His men were gunning down the few Hoplites that were escaping, and he neared the main door.
He ripped it open, and saw Nicholas with blood gushing from a head wound.
Unconscious.
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Nicholas woke slowly, to see a pistol pointed at his face.
"Goodbye, murderer." he heard the gunman say, and then blacked out again.
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More to come tomorrow, too tired now lol!
Chris AKA Nemesis
Jason The King
Deity
what the hell was that? so short?
Jason
Jason
i agree, what is up with that?
Ancient Grudge
Its all in this life
what the hell was that..... you must be joking how are you supposed to read this story you leave it then come back with such a short post how dare you 
(he must have a life damn him)
(he must have a life damn him)
Revolutionairy
President for life
A life....
I'm sure I read about those on the net somewhere.
Besides I think I speak for us all when I say WRITE MORE!!!
I'm sure I read about those on the net somewhere.
Besides I think I speak for us all when I say WRITE MORE!!!
uknemesis
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Will spoke, then squeezed the trigger.
Just as someone shoulder-charged him out of the way, and sent him flying onto the tarmac.
The shot hit a bottle of water stored in a pocket on the back of the co-pilot's seat, right infront of Nicholas.
The spray of cold water was enough to bring Nicholas round, and he began to rise.
Will cursed, and as he got up glanced at the one who had pushed him aside.
It was Nicholas's lapdog, his Hoplite leader.
Will spat at him, then lunged for his pistol.
Josh kicked it away, and kicked at Will's face.
He spun away in a shower of blood, cursing as he fell once more.
Josh moved in for the kill, and aimed the pistol at the head of the rebel.
But he was concentrating so much on defending his King that he didn't see the rifle butt that slammed into the back of his head.
His pistol flew out of his hand, firing once as it hit the ground. He collapsed forwards, finding himself in the middle of a group of rebels, outnumbered, alone and unarmed.
The beating began, and Nicholas struggled out of the helicopter to hear gunshots too. He reached for his weapons, anger boiling up inside as he saw his best friend dying.
Then they turned to him.
"Ready to die, you murdering scumbag?" Will growled at his King.
"See you in Hell." Nicholas roared as he surged fowards, sword drawn.
He was ready to meet his maker.
He hoped they were too.
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Will saw the man infront of him fall to Nicholas's first swing.
The King was slicing his way through the crowd, towards Will, and Will knew he was coming.
He had a pistol and knife drawn, ready to take on the Royal in his final revenge.
Nicholas parried one stab with a bayonet, and stabbed deep into the soldier's stomach with his sword.
Now was the time.
Will charged forwards, and Nicholas swung the sword up to meet him.
Will knocked it aside with the knife, and brought up the pistol.
He pulled the trigger.
And nothing happened.
The wrong pistol. He had picked up the wrong damned pistol.
He saw the look of victory on Nicholas's face as it dawned on him that Will had picked up Josh's gun, which by the time Josh had reached Will had only had one bullet left in.
And that had been fired hitting the floor.
The sword swung backwards, and Will knelt to go under the swing, and stabbed upwards.
Nicholas lept back, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed into his shoulder, and he dropped the sword.
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Nicholas was horrified, and saw Will coming in for his final victory, casually throwing the knife from hand to hand.
But APCs came screeching round the corner, and a man in the lead one used it's machine gun to open fire on Will.
The gunfire shredded Will's left hand, the one currently holding the knife, and he screamed in pain.
The knife fell, forgotten, as he stumbled backwards, staring at the bloody pulp that had once been his hand.
The APCs raced closer, and braked quickly, Hoplites already beginning to pour out of them.
Spartacus lept from the first APC, and charged towards the man who was trying to kill his son.
Will turned and ran, stooping only to recover his gun or something from beside Josh. He feared Spartacus more than anyone - he had fought for this man, and knew that even at this age, Spartacus was still probably the most deadly soldier and general in Greece.
Revenge would come another day, he vowed. But first to enact Plan B...
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Justin knelt over his son, his eyes showing no emotion.
Spartacus knew inside that Justin would be falling apart, but the soldier and Hoplite within him, even at this age still refused to let him break down openly.
"He's dead, there's no pulse." Justin said in a choked voice.
"I'm so sorry." Nicholas and Spartacus said together.
"He died a hero." Spartacus added simply.
"What was that?" Nicholas asked, suddenly looking around, and listening closely.
"What was what? My hearing isn't what it used to be." Spartacus studied his son closely. Was this a ruse to take Justin's mind off his son's death? If it was, it was in bad taste, he decided.
Then he heard it to. The low rumble.
After so many decades on the battlefield, once Spartacus and Justin heard it they knew exactly what it was.
The sound of tanks.
The tanks came round a corner a long way down the road they were on, supporting jeeps that were racing ahead of them now.
The tanks opened fire, the only salvo they would be able to fire before the jeeps got too close.
The remains of the helicopter exploded as one round hit it, and an APC ceased to exist as another slammed into it. Another shell landed in the midst of a group of Hoplites.
"Let's get out of here!" Spartacus yelled.
Justin took one last look at his son, swearing to return after this mess had been sorted out and to recover his son's body, then moved away to protect the King as his son had done.
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Will, a makeshift bandage around his injured hand, stooped over Josh, injecting the anti-venom.
"It worked sir, it made him look like he was dead. The first stage of Plan B is complete."
"Good, good." came the reply over the radio. "I'll be right there, I want to meet this one in person."
An APC ground to a halt by them one minute later, and Will saluted the person stepping out of it, and Josh groggily stared at the person.
Both gasped, and Josh thought he was still dreaming.
Or just wished he was.
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Spartacus was in the last APC, racing back along the road towards the Palace with his son.
"Zoom in on the scene, Justin." Spartacus asked gently.
The screen showed the rear-view camera zooming in on the site of the battle.
There was a man emerging from an APC, who was obviously the leader.
The camera zoomed in on that man more, and Spartacus groaned.
Alexander. And not looking a day older than the day he was supposed to have died.
Will I never get rid of him? Spartacus asked himself.
"I believe you now, dad." Nicholas interrupted his thoughts.
"That's good son.
"Now just tell me how the hell he can be alive!"
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That's all for tonight, more to come tomorrow!
Thanks for reading, and comments are appreciated.
Thanks
Chris AKA Nemesis
Just as someone shoulder-charged him out of the way, and sent him flying onto the tarmac.
The shot hit a bottle of water stored in a pocket on the back of the co-pilot's seat, right infront of Nicholas.
The spray of cold water was enough to bring Nicholas round, and he began to rise.
Will cursed, and as he got up glanced at the one who had pushed him aside.
It was Nicholas's lapdog, his Hoplite leader.
Will spat at him, then lunged for his pistol.
Josh kicked it away, and kicked at Will's face.
He spun away in a shower of blood, cursing as he fell once more.
Josh moved in for the kill, and aimed the pistol at the head of the rebel.
But he was concentrating so much on defending his King that he didn't see the rifle butt that slammed into the back of his head.
His pistol flew out of his hand, firing once as it hit the ground. He collapsed forwards, finding himself in the middle of a group of rebels, outnumbered, alone and unarmed.
The beating began, and Nicholas struggled out of the helicopter to hear gunshots too. He reached for his weapons, anger boiling up inside as he saw his best friend dying.
Then they turned to him.
"Ready to die, you murdering scumbag?" Will growled at his King.
"See you in Hell." Nicholas roared as he surged fowards, sword drawn.
He was ready to meet his maker.
He hoped they were too.
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Will saw the man infront of him fall to Nicholas's first swing.
The King was slicing his way through the crowd, towards Will, and Will knew he was coming.
He had a pistol and knife drawn, ready to take on the Royal in his final revenge.
Nicholas parried one stab with a bayonet, and stabbed deep into the soldier's stomach with his sword.
Now was the time.
Will charged forwards, and Nicholas swung the sword up to meet him.
Will knocked it aside with the knife, and brought up the pistol.
He pulled the trigger.
And nothing happened.
The wrong pistol. He had picked up the wrong damned pistol.
He saw the look of victory on Nicholas's face as it dawned on him that Will had picked up Josh's gun, which by the time Josh had reached Will had only had one bullet left in.
And that had been fired hitting the floor.
The sword swung backwards, and Will knelt to go under the swing, and stabbed upwards.
Nicholas lept back, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed into his shoulder, and he dropped the sword.
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Nicholas was horrified, and saw Will coming in for his final victory, casually throwing the knife from hand to hand.
But APCs came screeching round the corner, and a man in the lead one used it's machine gun to open fire on Will.
The gunfire shredded Will's left hand, the one currently holding the knife, and he screamed in pain.
The knife fell, forgotten, as he stumbled backwards, staring at the bloody pulp that had once been his hand.
The APCs raced closer, and braked quickly, Hoplites already beginning to pour out of them.
Spartacus lept from the first APC, and charged towards the man who was trying to kill his son.
Will turned and ran, stooping only to recover his gun or something from beside Josh. He feared Spartacus more than anyone - he had fought for this man, and knew that even at this age, Spartacus was still probably the most deadly soldier and general in Greece.
Revenge would come another day, he vowed. But first to enact Plan B...
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Justin knelt over his son, his eyes showing no emotion.
Spartacus knew inside that Justin would be falling apart, but the soldier and Hoplite within him, even at this age still refused to let him break down openly.
"He's dead, there's no pulse." Justin said in a choked voice.
"I'm so sorry." Nicholas and Spartacus said together.
"He died a hero." Spartacus added simply.
"What was that?" Nicholas asked, suddenly looking around, and listening closely.
"What was what? My hearing isn't what it used to be." Spartacus studied his son closely. Was this a ruse to take Justin's mind off his son's death? If it was, it was in bad taste, he decided.
Then he heard it to. The low rumble.
After so many decades on the battlefield, once Spartacus and Justin heard it they knew exactly what it was.
The sound of tanks.
The tanks came round a corner a long way down the road they were on, supporting jeeps that were racing ahead of them now.
The tanks opened fire, the only salvo they would be able to fire before the jeeps got too close.
The remains of the helicopter exploded as one round hit it, and an APC ceased to exist as another slammed into it. Another shell landed in the midst of a group of Hoplites.
"Let's get out of here!" Spartacus yelled.
Justin took one last look at his son, swearing to return after this mess had been sorted out and to recover his son's body, then moved away to protect the King as his son had done.
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Will, a makeshift bandage around his injured hand, stooped over Josh, injecting the anti-venom.
"It worked sir, it made him look like he was dead. The first stage of Plan B is complete."
"Good, good." came the reply over the radio. "I'll be right there, I want to meet this one in person."
An APC ground to a halt by them one minute later, and Will saluted the person stepping out of it, and Josh groggily stared at the person.
Both gasped, and Josh thought he was still dreaming.
Or just wished he was.
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Spartacus was in the last APC, racing back along the road towards the Palace with his son.
"Zoom in on the scene, Justin." Spartacus asked gently.
The screen showed the rear-view camera zooming in on the site of the battle.
There was a man emerging from an APC, who was obviously the leader.
The camera zoomed in on that man more, and Spartacus groaned.
Alexander. And not looking a day older than the day he was supposed to have died.
Will I never get rid of him? Spartacus asked himself.
"I believe you now, dad." Nicholas interrupted his thoughts.
"That's good son.
"Now just tell me how the hell he can be alive!"
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That's all for tonight, more to come tomorrow!
Thanks for reading, and comments are appreciated.
Thanks
Chris AKA Nemesis
alexander again?! that makes twice!
Ancient Grudge
Its all in this life
now thats much better
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Okay, time to come clean lol. I've now radically altered the plot of this one, so you cannot expect anything lol, all I promise is that it will be a spectacular ending to DG lol.
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Spartacus stared at the image, his mind racing.
How could Alexander be alive?! Especially now, this photo shows him at the same age that he died!
He hunched over the table, and buried his head in his hands.
An imposter, it has to be, he decided.
He looked for scars and other marks on Alexander.
They were all there.
Either this person knew Alexander very well, or it was Alexander.
And that thought terrified Spartacus. For one, how did he manage to stay young? And secondly, if that is him, what chance do I have of stopping him this time?
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Alexander grinned at Will.
"I suppose you want to know how I'm still alive?"
"Yeah, of course." Will nodded, slouched in the chair opposite. He respected Alexander, but had no use of him other than a way to get to Nicholas, and so didn't bother to show it.
"Well Spartacus made the mistake of letting those on the plane with me live. He always was a weak person - only ever killing those who had to die - never killing people without reason. Sometimes you have to kill without reason to neutralise enemies before they can become a threat.
"But he has a conscience, and it makes him weak. One person on the plane with me was particularly important. I'd like you to meet my son, Alexander Jnr."
A man the same age as Alexander now looked entered the room.
He looked like Alexander, but his hair was lighter, and his eyes were green. But the similarity was startling.
"He was born just before I was removed from power for the first time. When I went into hiding, I took him with me, for his mother was not of sane mind." Alexander explained.
More like you beat her up so much she killed herself,, Will thought grimly. He had no illusions about how evil Alexander was, but he respected the man's fighting skills and courage. And his thirst for revenge, which was as strong as Will's.
"It was my son and one loyal commander who used my DNA to create a clone of me, then forced a doctor to use a revolutionary new technique to transplant my brain from my old body, which was kept in deep-freeze by the Hoplites.
"Oh, and I'd like you to meet that one loyal commander, although you have already met before." Alexander nodded at the door.
"Will, meet Colonel Josh Daniels."
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lol bet you didn't expect that
More to come tomorrow! Hope you enjoyed this little snippet lol, I may actually post more tonight!
Feedback really appreciated, it encourages me to write, and thanks for reading.
Chris AKA Nemesis
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Spartacus stared at the image, his mind racing.
How could Alexander be alive?! Especially now, this photo shows him at the same age that he died!
He hunched over the table, and buried his head in his hands.
An imposter, it has to be, he decided.
He looked for scars and other marks on Alexander.
They were all there.
Either this person knew Alexander very well, or it was Alexander.
And that thought terrified Spartacus. For one, how did he manage to stay young? And secondly, if that is him, what chance do I have of stopping him this time?
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Alexander grinned at Will.
"I suppose you want to know how I'm still alive?"
"Yeah, of course." Will nodded, slouched in the chair opposite. He respected Alexander, but had no use of him other than a way to get to Nicholas, and so didn't bother to show it.
"Well Spartacus made the mistake of letting those on the plane with me live. He always was a weak person - only ever killing those who had to die - never killing people without reason. Sometimes you have to kill without reason to neutralise enemies before they can become a threat.
"But he has a conscience, and it makes him weak. One person on the plane with me was particularly important. I'd like you to meet my son, Alexander Jnr."
A man the same age as Alexander now looked entered the room.
He looked like Alexander, but his hair was lighter, and his eyes were green. But the similarity was startling.
"He was born just before I was removed from power for the first time. When I went into hiding, I took him with me, for his mother was not of sane mind." Alexander explained.
More like you beat her up so much she killed herself,, Will thought grimly. He had no illusions about how evil Alexander was, but he respected the man's fighting skills and courage. And his thirst for revenge, which was as strong as Will's.
"It was my son and one loyal commander who used my DNA to create a clone of me, then forced a doctor to use a revolutionary new technique to transplant my brain from my old body, which was kept in deep-freeze by the Hoplites.
"Oh, and I'd like you to meet that one loyal commander, although you have already met before." Alexander nodded at the door.
"Will, meet Colonel Josh Daniels."
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lol bet you didn't expect that
More to come tomorrow! Hope you enjoyed this little snippet lol, I may actually post more tonight!
Feedback really appreciated, it encourages me to write, and thanks for reading.
Chris AKA Nemesis
good
Revolutionairy
President for life
Keep going!
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Justin watched as Spartacus jumped into a Joint Strike Fighter that would take him to the Avengers.
He had been left in charge of the city, while Nicholas recovered, but for now he had other things on his mind.
Like the message he had received just an hour ago.
"Your son is alive, our doctors saved him. He will be our bargaining chip in securing our safe passage out of this godforsaken city. Meet us alone in City Square if you wish to see your son again."
City Square was very close to the rebel district, and nothing like the huge Victory Square that lay outside the Palace.
He knew he had to go, but he knew he couldn't offer them the peace they wanted. It was a hopeless gamble by a desperate father.
But he went.
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"Nick, I've managed to get to a comms link for two seconds! Listen to me, they're using me to get my father down here to kill him! You must come and save him!" Josh's image appeared on the communications screen infront of Nicholas as soon as it was received.
"Let's go, now!" Nicholas ordered.
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Sorry for this short piece lol, but REALLY busy!
Chris AKA Nemesis
He had been left in charge of the city, while Nicholas recovered, but for now he had other things on his mind.
Like the message he had received just an hour ago.
"Your son is alive, our doctors saved him. He will be our bargaining chip in securing our safe passage out of this godforsaken city. Meet us alone in City Square if you wish to see your son again."
City Square was very close to the rebel district, and nothing like the huge Victory Square that lay outside the Palace.
He knew he had to go, but he knew he couldn't offer them the peace they wanted. It was a hopeless gamble by a desperate father.
But he went.
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"Nick, I've managed to get to a comms link for two seconds! Listen to me, they're using me to get my father down here to kill him! You must come and save him!" Josh's image appeared on the communications screen infront of Nicholas as soon as it was received.
"Let's go, now!" Nicholas ordered.
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Sorry for this short piece lol, but REALLY busy!
Chris AKA Nemesis
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City Square was the only one in the city where a statue of Alexander still stood - it was built as a memorial to those that died in the invasion of Russia right after Phillip's death, and Spartacus would not rip down a memorial.
Justin entered it slowly, watching for an ambush. He knew that it was most likely a trap, and now knowing that Alexander was possibly still alive made him cautious.
"Dad!" Josh called from the statue.
The voice stirred the memories deep inside Justin, making the adrenaline start rushing and the anger start building as he prepared to do anything to save his son.
He remembered rushing from first battle of the Civil War, when Spartacus for the first time had supposedly killed Alexander, to the hospital, just in time to see Josh born.
He remembered desperately trying to find time to be with Josh while he was growing up, as the chaos following the first round of the Civil War engulfed Greece and Justin was one of the few who could help stop it.
Then there were those years of peace after, the lull between the wars, and he had been able to spend more time with Josh, enough that his son had decided to follow him into the Hoplites.
Then there was the German war, just after Josh graduated from the Hoplite Military Academy. Nicholas being kidnapped by the Germans triggered that war, and Justin had missed his sons graduation as he was leading a rescue mission.
He had always regretted missing that, and had made sure to be present for the day that Josh took his oath of allegiance and was sworn into the Hoplites, as well as supporting his son throughout the arduous training that even after the Academy the Hoplites demanded. A year later, and Nicholas, now King, had promoted Josh to command the Hoplites.
Then came Alexanders second coming. Discovering that the Hoplites had never been fully under his control shook Joshs confidence, and he had never really recovered from that, always seeking his fathers agreement to all his plans, and basically returning to being a soldier that followed orders rather than give them. In the decades that had followed the Civil Wars, Justin had watched his son grow once more, but he had never recovered from the betrayal. And now in his forties, Josh seemed set to follow orders for the rest of his life, or at least until his father died. Justin was one of the few people who thought that his death would actually bring Josh out of his shell a bit more - make him less cautious with no father watching over him.
And now that man stood helpless in the Square, his hands cuffed behind his back, around the leg of the statue.
For one second, he looked just like the innocent little boy who had so desperately seeked approval from his father, the big strong soldier, and told him I want to be a Hoplite just like you daddy.
The rage was building, but Justin remained calm as he walked closer towards his son, constantly looking out for threats.
Little did he know his son was the biggest threat.
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Joshs arms came from behind the statues leg, and it soon became apparent to Justin that his son wasnt cuffed.
And that his son had a pistol.
The pistol aimed at Justin, and he stopped, frozen with shock and denial.
Surely his son couldnt be in league with Alexander!
Son? he said quietly.
Sorry, but you are no father of mine. Josh growled.
Justin looked startled and instinctively reached for his own pistol.
Dont, or Ill be forced to shoot. Josh snapped.
Why? was the only word Justin could say.
Because I had always been looking for your approval when I was growing up, and when you were around you were always too busy with your work to show me that you were proud of me! Because you left mother to cry while you went off on dangerous missions, never once thinking about her! Because work always came first, and never your family! Because you care more about your King and his family than you do about your own! Because you never told me that the Hoplites werent completely loyal to me, and you let me think you were dead, proving your job came before me! Because ever since you returned from the dead, Ive been in your shadow, never able to make a decision without it being second guessed by you and Spartacus! And because Alexander actually treated me with respect, asked for my opinion on things and proved that he demands less of his people that your great leader Spartacus does! The outburst was straight from the heart, and it came out in a jumble.
When did you turn against the true ruler? Justin demanded, as grief, guilt and despair threatened to overwhelm him.
When Alexander was on his way to the plane to go to Macedonia, after the battle at Thunder Rift, he contacted me saying that he had seen my exploits, and how he would like a person like me on his side. We met before he boarded the plane, and I decided that he was the best leader, and that once he became King again after leading the Macedonians into Greece, I would be well rewarded if I helped him. Well, as we both know, he never made it. I helped his son create a DNA clone afterwards, and then a scientist transferred Alexanders frozen brain into his new body.
But how?! He was shot in the head for Gods sake!
Yes, we have found that the bullet entered and left through only a small portion of the brain, despite it being enough to kill him. The doctor made repairs enough that the brain could keep Alexander alive and would function normally, but the part that was destroyed was the part of emotions and pain. Basically, like you he has no emotions, but unlike you he feels no pain. Josh said these last words with an evil smile.
Why are you telling me this? If youre going to shoot me, why dont you just do it?
Because you are bait. Nicholas is following you, and we want to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. For once you two are gone, Spartacus will be forced to rely on me, and that will be a fatal mistake Josh grinned as he saw that his father didnt see the true value of his and Alexanders great plan straight away.
There was a commotion at the same entrance that Justin had used, and the rebuilt Hoplite command company entered with Nicholas at its head.
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Its Josh! Hes holding Justin hostage! One Hoplite shouted.
Hes a traitor Nicholas realised.
Before he knew what was happening, the Hoplites were charging forwards, filled with rage and hatred.
Justin dived to his left, but his son had wait for his father to make an obvious move in one direction before firing, and a bullet hit Justin straight in the chest.
As the Hoplites charged forwards, a familiar voice echoed from the rooftops around.
Fire at will! Alexander roared.
The snipers cut down the Hoplites a long time before they reached the statue, and only one managed to shoot at Josh. He caught Josh in his arm, and the traitor returned fire, ruthlessly killing the soldier.
Nicholas began to back out of the Square, his pistol drawn.
But then he felt the pistol in his back.
Drop your pistol and walk towards the statue. Will ordered.
Nicholas knew he was doomed already, and swept one leg backwards, knocking Will off his feet. The King raced forwards, towards Josh, swerving, ducking and diving to avoid the snipers bullets.
Josh was charging too, but Nicholas went straight past him towards the statue, only briefly taking a shot at the traitor as he passed.
The shot missed, but it threw Joshs aim off, and his shot was wild.
Nicholas dived behind the statue, and began to consider his plan.
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Josh was edging closer towards the statue. He motioned for Will to go one way, while he went the other.
They closed around it, and Nicholas whispered a quick prayer before launching himself towards Will.
The ex-Hoplite was knocked off his feet by the King, and Nicholas towered over him, ready to deliver the killing shot.
Josh had got close to the statue again, and didnt seem to be interfering for some reason.
Nicholas fired, but as he did Will kicked at him, making him lose his balance. The shot hit near Wills head, before the ex-Hoplite rolled away and picked up his gun once more.
He heard shouts from one side of the Square, as Spartacus returned victorious from the battlefield outside Athens, with the Avengers.
But they were too late. Will was intent on avenging his family, and while he would now not be able to string Nicholas up on the statue like he had planned, he would still kill the King.
Nicholas struggled to get up, and Will delivered one savage kick to his stomach, sending the King back down onto the ground.
One shot, and no remorse.
Will pulled the trigger without a second thought, and the bullet splattered Nicholass brains across the Squares cobbles.
Spartacus screamed in rage, and charged towards Will, the Avengers in tow.
Will smiled, and put the pistol in his mouth.
And blew out his own brains.
Spartacus stopped, shocked at the suicide, before rushing towards Nicholas.
He was dead, that was certain, but just below the handcuffed Josh, was Justin, who was still alive, barely.
Spartacus saw the look of terror on Joshs face as he held Justin in his arms, and understood why the younger man would be so scared, seeing his father dying infront of him and being unable to do anything about it.
Josh. Was Justins last word.
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Hope you enjoyed this bit, more to come tomorrow!
Comments appreciated.
Thanks for reading,
Chris AKA Nemesis
Justin entered it slowly, watching for an ambush. He knew that it was most likely a trap, and now knowing that Alexander was possibly still alive made him cautious.
"Dad!" Josh called from the statue.
The voice stirred the memories deep inside Justin, making the adrenaline start rushing and the anger start building as he prepared to do anything to save his son.
He remembered rushing from first battle of the Civil War, when Spartacus for the first time had supposedly killed Alexander, to the hospital, just in time to see Josh born.
He remembered desperately trying to find time to be with Josh while he was growing up, as the chaos following the first round of the Civil War engulfed Greece and Justin was one of the few who could help stop it.
Then there were those years of peace after, the lull between the wars, and he had been able to spend more time with Josh, enough that his son had decided to follow him into the Hoplites.
Then there was the German war, just after Josh graduated from the Hoplite Military Academy. Nicholas being kidnapped by the Germans triggered that war, and Justin had missed his sons graduation as he was leading a rescue mission.
He had always regretted missing that, and had made sure to be present for the day that Josh took his oath of allegiance and was sworn into the Hoplites, as well as supporting his son throughout the arduous training that even after the Academy the Hoplites demanded. A year later, and Nicholas, now King, had promoted Josh to command the Hoplites.
Then came Alexanders second coming. Discovering that the Hoplites had never been fully under his control shook Joshs confidence, and he had never really recovered from that, always seeking his fathers agreement to all his plans, and basically returning to being a soldier that followed orders rather than give them. In the decades that had followed the Civil Wars, Justin had watched his son grow once more, but he had never recovered from the betrayal. And now in his forties, Josh seemed set to follow orders for the rest of his life, or at least until his father died. Justin was one of the few people who thought that his death would actually bring Josh out of his shell a bit more - make him less cautious with no father watching over him.
And now that man stood helpless in the Square, his hands cuffed behind his back, around the leg of the statue.
For one second, he looked just like the innocent little boy who had so desperately seeked approval from his father, the big strong soldier, and told him I want to be a Hoplite just like you daddy.
The rage was building, but Justin remained calm as he walked closer towards his son, constantly looking out for threats.
Little did he know his son was the biggest threat.
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Joshs arms came from behind the statues leg, and it soon became apparent to Justin that his son wasnt cuffed.
And that his son had a pistol.
The pistol aimed at Justin, and he stopped, frozen with shock and denial.
Surely his son couldnt be in league with Alexander!
Son? he said quietly.
Sorry, but you are no father of mine. Josh growled.
Justin looked startled and instinctively reached for his own pistol.
Dont, or Ill be forced to shoot. Josh snapped.
Why? was the only word Justin could say.
Because I had always been looking for your approval when I was growing up, and when you were around you were always too busy with your work to show me that you were proud of me! Because you left mother to cry while you went off on dangerous missions, never once thinking about her! Because work always came first, and never your family! Because you care more about your King and his family than you do about your own! Because you never told me that the Hoplites werent completely loyal to me, and you let me think you were dead, proving your job came before me! Because ever since you returned from the dead, Ive been in your shadow, never able to make a decision without it being second guessed by you and Spartacus! And because Alexander actually treated me with respect, asked for my opinion on things and proved that he demands less of his people that your great leader Spartacus does! The outburst was straight from the heart, and it came out in a jumble.
When did you turn against the true ruler? Justin demanded, as grief, guilt and despair threatened to overwhelm him.
When Alexander was on his way to the plane to go to Macedonia, after the battle at Thunder Rift, he contacted me saying that he had seen my exploits, and how he would like a person like me on his side. We met before he boarded the plane, and I decided that he was the best leader, and that once he became King again after leading the Macedonians into Greece, I would be well rewarded if I helped him. Well, as we both know, he never made it. I helped his son create a DNA clone afterwards, and then a scientist transferred Alexanders frozen brain into his new body.
But how?! He was shot in the head for Gods sake!
Yes, we have found that the bullet entered and left through only a small portion of the brain, despite it being enough to kill him. The doctor made repairs enough that the brain could keep Alexander alive and would function normally, but the part that was destroyed was the part of emotions and pain. Basically, like you he has no emotions, but unlike you he feels no pain. Josh said these last words with an evil smile.
Why are you telling me this? If youre going to shoot me, why dont you just do it?
Because you are bait. Nicholas is following you, and we want to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. For once you two are gone, Spartacus will be forced to rely on me, and that will be a fatal mistake Josh grinned as he saw that his father didnt see the true value of his and Alexanders great plan straight away.
There was a commotion at the same entrance that Justin had used, and the rebuilt Hoplite command company entered with Nicholas at its head.
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Its Josh! Hes holding Justin hostage! One Hoplite shouted.
Hes a traitor Nicholas realised.
Before he knew what was happening, the Hoplites were charging forwards, filled with rage and hatred.
Justin dived to his left, but his son had wait for his father to make an obvious move in one direction before firing, and a bullet hit Justin straight in the chest.
As the Hoplites charged forwards, a familiar voice echoed from the rooftops around.
Fire at will! Alexander roared.
The snipers cut down the Hoplites a long time before they reached the statue, and only one managed to shoot at Josh. He caught Josh in his arm, and the traitor returned fire, ruthlessly killing the soldier.
Nicholas began to back out of the Square, his pistol drawn.
But then he felt the pistol in his back.
Drop your pistol and walk towards the statue. Will ordered.
Nicholas knew he was doomed already, and swept one leg backwards, knocking Will off his feet. The King raced forwards, towards Josh, swerving, ducking and diving to avoid the snipers bullets.
Josh was charging too, but Nicholas went straight past him towards the statue, only briefly taking a shot at the traitor as he passed.
The shot missed, but it threw Joshs aim off, and his shot was wild.
Nicholas dived behind the statue, and began to consider his plan.
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Josh was edging closer towards the statue. He motioned for Will to go one way, while he went the other.
They closed around it, and Nicholas whispered a quick prayer before launching himself towards Will.
The ex-Hoplite was knocked off his feet by the King, and Nicholas towered over him, ready to deliver the killing shot.
Josh had got close to the statue again, and didnt seem to be interfering for some reason.
Nicholas fired, but as he did Will kicked at him, making him lose his balance. The shot hit near Wills head, before the ex-Hoplite rolled away and picked up his gun once more.
He heard shouts from one side of the Square, as Spartacus returned victorious from the battlefield outside Athens, with the Avengers.
But they were too late. Will was intent on avenging his family, and while he would now not be able to string Nicholas up on the statue like he had planned, he would still kill the King.
Nicholas struggled to get up, and Will delivered one savage kick to his stomach, sending the King back down onto the ground.
One shot, and no remorse.
Will pulled the trigger without a second thought, and the bullet splattered Nicholass brains across the Squares cobbles.
Spartacus screamed in rage, and charged towards Will, the Avengers in tow.
Will smiled, and put the pistol in his mouth.
And blew out his own brains.
Spartacus stopped, shocked at the suicide, before rushing towards Nicholas.
He was dead, that was certain, but just below the handcuffed Josh, was Justin, who was still alive, barely.
Spartacus saw the look of terror on Joshs face as he held Justin in his arms, and understood why the younger man would be so scared, seeing his father dying infront of him and being unable to do anything about it.
Josh. Was Justins last word.
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The riots and rebellions were crushed within a week, a furious Spartacus leading loyal troops on manhunts against the rebels, and executing any who surrendered.
They had had their chance to surrender before, now it was too late, and no mercy had been given, just like they had given no mercy to the innocent people they had killed.
Now came the funerals.
Spartacus rode on horseback behind his son's coffin, flanked by Josh and other Hoplites, also riding.
The flag of the Greek Empire was draped over Nicholas as his coffin left the Parthenon on Acropolis hill, the sacred hill of Athens, where his body had led in state for the past week where over a million people had come to see it, to pay their respects to the King who had ruled under the shadow of Spartacus's famous reputation, but had proven himself a true Greek Royal when it came to battle.
The gun carriage carried Nicholas down the slopes slowly, as the men on horseback behind slowly followed.
Crowds even lined the route here, many women sobbing, especially since Nicholas had died so young, before his father and in such tragic circumstances.
There were some Spartacus had heard who expected Nicholas to rise from the dead, as so many of Greece's rulers had. They had seen so many leaders die that some no longer believed that Nicholas could die - he had to come back to life as his father and Alexander had done so many times before.
But Nicholas wasn't coming back, the bullet had destroyed most of his brain, so that even if any Greek scientists discovered brain transplants, Nicholas wouldn't be a possible candidate.
As they reached the bottom of Acropolis hill, soldiers from every Greek unit and ship joined the procession, marching. The procession began to turn towards City Square. Spartacus had ordered the detour to make a point.
They neared the Square where Nicholas had died, and the gunmen which must have been there to cut down the Hoplites so ruthlessly had disappeared so quickly from.
Spartacus nodded, and the cloth that was over the statue of Alexander was pulled down.
It was no longer of Alexander. Spartacus objected to destroying memorials, but he had no objections to changing them. The statue was now of Nicholas.
The crowd gasped and cheered, then were quickly hushed as the gun carriage drew near the statue.
As it passed, five Avengers who stood infront of the new statue presented their guns, aimed skywards and fired three times.
The rest of the journey went as a blur for Spartacus, who was deep in thought. In his mind though it registered that every street they went through was packed full of people watching and paying their respects.
Then they entered Victory Square. Here the carriage stopped, and the Avengers lifted Nicholas from it.
They saluted the monument as they passed it, then carried him in the front gates of Athens Palace.
Spartacus rode in behind them, towards the cemetary, where they would have a small private funeral.
And his son would be buried one plot away from Phillip. For the plot in between was reserved for the present King.
Spartacus.
He choked back tears as he realised that in the true line of succession, he should already be in that second plot, his son burying him, then living for many more decades before being buried next to him.
Spartacus held no illusions. He knew who was responsible in the ultimate scheme of things.
Alexander, who seemed to have disappeared since the riots had been put down.
But Spartacus would hunt him down, and this time that murdering son of a b*tch was really going to pay.
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They had had their chance to surrender before, now it was too late, and no mercy had been given, just like they had given no mercy to the innocent people they had killed.
Now came the funerals.
Spartacus rode on horseback behind his son's coffin, flanked by Josh and other Hoplites, also riding.
The flag of the Greek Empire was draped over Nicholas as his coffin left the Parthenon on Acropolis hill, the sacred hill of Athens, where his body had led in state for the past week where over a million people had come to see it, to pay their respects to the King who had ruled under the shadow of Spartacus's famous reputation, but had proven himself a true Greek Royal when it came to battle.
The gun carriage carried Nicholas down the slopes slowly, as the men on horseback behind slowly followed.
Crowds even lined the route here, many women sobbing, especially since Nicholas had died so young, before his father and in such tragic circumstances.
There were some Spartacus had heard who expected Nicholas to rise from the dead, as so many of Greece's rulers had. They had seen so many leaders die that some no longer believed that Nicholas could die - he had to come back to life as his father and Alexander had done so many times before.
But Nicholas wasn't coming back, the bullet had destroyed most of his brain, so that even if any Greek scientists discovered brain transplants, Nicholas wouldn't be a possible candidate.
As they reached the bottom of Acropolis hill, soldiers from every Greek unit and ship joined the procession, marching. The procession began to turn towards City Square. Spartacus had ordered the detour to make a point.
They neared the Square where Nicholas had died, and the gunmen which must have been there to cut down the Hoplites so ruthlessly had disappeared so quickly from.
Spartacus nodded, and the cloth that was over the statue of Alexander was pulled down.
It was no longer of Alexander. Spartacus objected to destroying memorials, but he had no objections to changing them. The statue was now of Nicholas.
The crowd gasped and cheered, then were quickly hushed as the gun carriage drew near the statue.
As it passed, five Avengers who stood infront of the new statue presented their guns, aimed skywards and fired three times.
The rest of the journey went as a blur for Spartacus, who was deep in thought. In his mind though it registered that every street they went through was packed full of people watching and paying their respects.
Then they entered Victory Square. Here the carriage stopped, and the Avengers lifted Nicholas from it.
They saluted the monument as they passed it, then carried him in the front gates of Athens Palace.
Spartacus rode in behind them, towards the cemetary, where they would have a small private funeral.
And his son would be buried one plot away from Phillip. For the plot in between was reserved for the present King.
Spartacus.
He choked back tears as he realised that in the true line of succession, he should already be in that second plot, his son burying him, then living for many more decades before being buried next to him.
Spartacus held no illusions. He knew who was responsible in the ultimate scheme of things.
Alexander, who seemed to have disappeared since the riots had been put down.
But Spartacus would hunt him down, and this time that murdering son of a b*tch was really going to pay.
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Spartacus led awake, thoughts running through his head about as to what Alexander could be up to.
And if it was Alexander, how?
He heard a scratching sound at the door, but remained silent.
Josh was standing by Spartacus's door, gun in hand. He was considering ending this now, six months after Nicholas's death, and a week before Spartacus's second coronation.
Then Spartacus's head turned towards him as he poked his head in the door, and he smiled warmly at the old man lying in bed.
"Just checking you were okay," Josh lied. He shut the door behind him and headed back to bed.
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Spartacus grinned in the dark. Josh had been concerned for his safety ever since that terrible night.
His thoughts were interrupted by the squeaking of the patio door.
How the hell does Alexander get past that lock?! Spartacus thought angrily, then realised who it must be.
His dear brother, Alexander.
He reached underneath his pillow for his pistol, then jumped out of bed, ready to fight.
But it wasn't Alexander silhouetted against the moonlit balcony.
The moonlight revealed a very different figure.
A muddy Nicholas, hair matted with blood and eyes cold, stared back at Spartacus.
Spartacus screamed at the horrific sight, then saw the pistol pointed at him.
He brought his own pistol up to meet the unnerving stare of his supposedly dead son.
"You would kill you own son, dad?" It was Nicholas's voice, but it was cold and unfeeling, mocking and chilling.
A zombie?! Spartacus's mind raced.
But this figure was much quicker than a zombie. Spartacus saw Nicholas's finger twitch on the trigger, and he threw himself backwards and sideways onto the bed. A bullet smacked into the wall behind, directly where his head would have been had he remained still.
I may be three-quarters of a century old, Spartacus thought grimly, but I can still fight like a young 'un.
Nicholas jumped over the bed, and Spartacus retreated from it, then dived forwards over it, and underneath the dead man's legs.
He rolled, and quickly stopped then turned.
The supposedly-dead Nicholas turned quickly to aim, but he was too slow for Spartacus, who fired twice into his head.
Then collapsed backwards against the wall, feeling weak and despairing.
For in his eyes he had just killed his own son.
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Josh shook his head.
"It's definitely only pig's blood, and the mud has been wiped on. As for the DNA though, it's an exact match..."
"So it is Nicholas!" Spartacus recoiled. What if it was Nicholas, trying to show that he was still alive? What if I mis-interpreted it? No, he shook his head. He tried to kill me, it isn't Nicholas in mind anyway!
"No, I think it might be a genetic clone."
"Either way, it's a signal." Spartacus spoke calmly.
"A signal of what?" Josh asked.
"Alexander is back, and he's coming for me."
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And if it was Alexander, how?
He heard a scratching sound at the door, but remained silent.
Josh was standing by Spartacus's door, gun in hand. He was considering ending this now, six months after Nicholas's death, and a week before Spartacus's second coronation.
Then Spartacus's head turned towards him as he poked his head in the door, and he smiled warmly at the old man lying in bed.
"Just checking you were okay," Josh lied. He shut the door behind him and headed back to bed.
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Spartacus grinned in the dark. Josh had been concerned for his safety ever since that terrible night.
His thoughts were interrupted by the squeaking of the patio door.
How the hell does Alexander get past that lock?! Spartacus thought angrily, then realised who it must be.
His dear brother, Alexander.
He reached underneath his pillow for his pistol, then jumped out of bed, ready to fight.
But it wasn't Alexander silhouetted against the moonlit balcony.
The moonlight revealed a very different figure.
A muddy Nicholas, hair matted with blood and eyes cold, stared back at Spartacus.
Spartacus screamed at the horrific sight, then saw the pistol pointed at him.
He brought his own pistol up to meet the unnerving stare of his supposedly dead son.
"You would kill you own son, dad?" It was Nicholas's voice, but it was cold and unfeeling, mocking and chilling.
A zombie?! Spartacus's mind raced.
But this figure was much quicker than a zombie. Spartacus saw Nicholas's finger twitch on the trigger, and he threw himself backwards and sideways onto the bed. A bullet smacked into the wall behind, directly where his head would have been had he remained still.
I may be three-quarters of a century old, Spartacus thought grimly, but I can still fight like a young 'un.
Nicholas jumped over the bed, and Spartacus retreated from it, then dived forwards over it, and underneath the dead man's legs.
He rolled, and quickly stopped then turned.
The supposedly-dead Nicholas turned quickly to aim, but he was too slow for Spartacus, who fired twice into his head.
Then collapsed backwards against the wall, feeling weak and despairing.
For in his eyes he had just killed his own son.
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Josh shook his head.
"It's definitely only pig's blood, and the mud has been wiped on. As for the DNA though, it's an exact match..."
"So it is Nicholas!" Spartacus recoiled. What if it was Nicholas, trying to show that he was still alive? What if I mis-interpreted it? No, he shook his head. He tried to kill me, it isn't Nicholas in mind anyway!
"No, I think it might be a genetic clone."
"Either way, it's a signal." Spartacus spoke calmly.
"A signal of what?" Josh asked.
"Alexander is back, and he's coming for me."
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