A to Z of a Terrorist. Adult 8,800 A simple farmer turns to terrorism. (standard:adventure, 8693 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jun 19 2020	Views/Reads: 1418/996	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
After his home is bombed and family killed, an apolitical farmer searches for revenge by joining a terrorist organization. Much violence near the end, showing what often happens in real life.

Perhaps it began in Kandusi, Jakerstan and perhaps not. But it is known
that Kandusi was attacked, and violently, by the Intricias under their 
General Thoros. 

I'm awakened by being thrown upward in my bed, dropping down into the
same position. As I rub my eyes the bed jumps again, banging violently 
into an adobe wall of my room. Eyes barely opened, they are blinded by 
a blazing red light that penetrates the very wall itself. It's 
accompanied by an unseen force, shoving me, bed and all, over onto a 
packed-dirt floor. 

I try to stand but can't, due to further ground shaking. The thatch roof
eventually falls on me, exposing a sky alternating between flashes of 
intense red light and darkness. The ground rolls and ripples with 
shock. It knocks everything in the room over onto both the floor and 
myself as I huddle under a thin feather mattress. 

I hear sirens and people screaming in the distance, enforcing a feeling
of hell on Earth. Dust billows into the room through what was, moments 
ago, a sturdy roof and new tears in the walls. Cattle offal falls 
through the ceiling as the family corral is shelled or bombed, I don't 
know which. The cries of cattle and terrified sheep mimic my own. Fear 
and terror is so thick it seems, somehow, as a protective force, 
shielding my mind from frantic thoughts. I neither can nor want to 
think, simply to exist, to survive. 

Eventually, sirens fade into the background as the sound of a powerful
engine seems to curdle my brain, causing me to cover both ears in 
panic. I watch a shadow pass over me, that of some sort of noisy 
aircraft. After it passes, I smell a strong odor of petroleum. 

Without warning, there is almost complete silence, broken only by the
sound of screaming -- which is, I find, my own. As I notice the 
otherwise silent night, my cries become whimpers. They compete with 
other dim sounds that I don't recognize as human, coming into a ruined 
bedroom as overburdened ears adjust to a change in air pressure; all 
the more terrifying in that they signify the pain of others. My family? 


My family! I grab at the nearest ruined wall, trying to rise. Its
surface crumbles at my touch. Luckily, there's a wooden strut still 
strong enough to hold my weight as I manage to get to my feet. Heedless 
of my own injuries, I stagger to a wide hole that used to be a doorway. 


I find my father lying on his stomach, covered by debris. He isn't
moving. Pulling on his shoulder, I turn him over -- to find his face 
gone. Entirely gone, a bloody mess, one eye drooping over a cheek, held 
on by a strip of muscle or gristle. 

My mother and one sister took cover under Aunt Kussi's sturdy oak table,
now collapsed with half a wall and a hind-haunch torn from a cow 
half-covering it. After, with effort, I topple cow and wall, I see them 
crushed together, covered with dirty blood and ... lifeless. 

Although I search, frantically, I never do find sister Taki. The barn
and shed are toppled and on fire. Two lone sheep wander the front yard, 
quietly eating varicolored blooming flowers that had previously been 
denied them. 

Tired from searching and still in shock myself, I sit under the one
remaining tree in our yard and cry. Somehow, my mind fades into sleep. 

*** 

As I later find, it was the Intricias that attacked and almost wiped out
our town of Kandusi. As explained in the international press it was a 
righteous and successful attack to wipe out a band of terrorists. My 
own government doesn't even protest. 

The Intricias are applauded for the illegal bombing. No matter that
dozens of innocent people died, including my own family. That was 
classed as "unavoidable" collateral damage. 

Well, I survive. And within a month, about the time I heal, the rebels


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