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The sweat was running down on their faces, down on the nose, and then down to the dry lips. The sweat tasted salt on there lips. All the heavy equipment made it very hot to walk around in the hilled area. They didn’t say a word. Everything was silent. None of them knew that it was a big mistake to kill the Irish man who was running from the church with a big rock in his hand, and they didn’t know that someone in the old ruin, from a clock tower, was aiming his gun at them. He slowly followed them with the gun when they moved. He was all alone. His finger rested on the trigger. He looked in the front sight, and moved the gun up, so it was pointing at one of the soldiers head. Slowly he started to pull the trigger. His mind was clear, nothing could stop him now. He was only doing his job.
Michael O’Walley kissed his little daughter goodbye. She was their first and only child. They have had a lot of trouble making Maria, his wife, pregnant. Maria was standing in the door. Tears in her eyes made it hard for her to see him. Maybe it was the last time she was going to see him she thought. It was always the same. Everyday when he was going to see them, she cried and was afraid. But he didn’t feel like he had a choice. Freedom was his biggest wish. He kissed her a last time and began to walk. He crossed the front yard, turned around to look at Maria and his little daughter, but the only thing he saw, was a closed door. For a long time he just stood and looked at the door before he again began to walk.
The step down to the basement was very small, dark, and there was a terrible smell of rotten wood. His hand was searching after the handle in the dark. The door was nasty to touch. After a while he finally found it. He opened the door. The only light in the room came from a little candle, which was placed in the middle of a round table. There were three men in the room. They all looked at him in the same time. There eyes was like animals eyes, invigilate vids.
- ,, There you are…” One of the men said. He sounded very tired. The man’s name was Brian McOun. He was born in a typical Irish family with a lot of brothers and sisters. His mother was a big strong woman; knownd as ‘the man’. In fact did Michael not know what her real name was. All he knew was that she was the type who could make every man afraid, and that was the reason why she was called the man.
- ,, Sorry I’m late. There are more English soldiers on the street today, then ever before” Michael said. He toke place beside Brian.
- ,, Yes I have noticed that. I wonder what’s going on…” He said thoughtful. The silence filled the room in a moment. Brian gave a paper to Michael. Michael looked at it in a long time. ‘Fight for Freedom – Fight the British’ was written on the big poster. ,, It looks nice, right?” Brian said.
- ,, Fight for freedom – Fight the British.” He read. ,, It sounds really god...” He said after a while. The other three men were staying silent. They all looked at the poster. They all knew what was going to happen in the next nights. Over 3 nights they were going to put over 3000 posters up. It was a risk to take, but for all of them freedom was the most important thing in the world.
The night was darker then ever before Michael thought. He looked from Brian, to Ben, and further to Andy. Ben and Andy were the two other men from yesterday. Ben was tall with dark hair. Actually had they all dark brown hair. But Ben’s hair was the darkest, nearly black. Andy was a little guy. He was charming and loved to dance. The girls loved him.
- ,, Are you ready?” Brian asked. He looked at them with a serious attitude. They didn’t say anything, but Brian knew that they were ready. He gave them some posters. They all turned in different ways, and ran as hurry as they could.
Michael ran from building to building and hang the posters all over his area in the city. The same did Brian. Brian was so in to the case of setting posters up that he didn’t see the British soldier standing in one of the dark gates next to him and the old McGeorgens shop.The British soldier didn’t do anything. But he saw Brian; and he saw what Brian did.
They were in the basement again. Brian was smiling.
- ,, Last night did really go very well. But we can be faster. To night we are going to do the same, on half the time…” Brian said. He looked at the other men. They looked scared.
- ,, Is it necessary to do it again to night…? We were all over the city last night and…” Ben tried to say something more, but Brian interrupted.
- ,, Are you getting cold feet? Are you? If you want the freedom back from those damn Brits then yes, it is goddamn necessary!” No one else had anything to say. They all ran to there area of the city to hang up posters like last night. Only one night left after this, Michael thought.
,, Move away madam” The British soldier said. Five soldiers ran through the smashed door to ‘the man’s’ house. ‘The man’ was just preparing dinner when she hurt the noise so now she stood in front of the British soldiers with a big knife. ,,Move madam!”, the young soldier nervously aimed his gun at ‘the man’ whiled he tried to figure out what to do. Behind him the other soldiers pushed to get past him. It was crowded in the small hallway. ,,Madam, you have to move or we will use force”, the knife seemed to frighten the seventeen year old soldier. But ‘the man’ wouldn’t move – no English bastard should enter her house. The soldier raised his rifle and aimed at ‘the man’s’ head, and in the same second the other soldiers pushed from behind resulting in him pulling the trigger. The loud ‘bang’ rang in the small hallway. Blood splashed on the walls and the young, frightened soldier stood paralyzed with his face completely covered in ‘the man’s’ blood. ‘The man’ slowly sank down on the floor.
When they heard the news they both hurried on their bicycles to her house. The British had just left the house. But it was a terrible mess. Everything had been searched. When they first entered they were both shocked. There was blood everywhere. The walls were covered in it. And if it hadn’t been for the extreme size of the body in front of them it was hard to see that it was ‘the man’ cause her face were all blown out. It was truly a horrifying sight. Brian couldn’t hold it in… he puked all over the floor.
They both knew that they didn’t had very much time – they hurried to the basement. They looked at each other. It couldn’t last long before the soldiers would be there. They had to leave quickly. They gathered some stuff – including one riffle they had stolen once from a police station. The only place left was the old headquarter; the old ruin of a church that was of great distance from the city.
They ran across the city. The old church was placed on a hill on the countryside. None of them thought about Andy and Ben, and what there was going to happen with them if the British found them. They only thought about how to escape and how to get revenge. It felt like they were running in hours, days, maybe years, but it only took 15 minutes to get to the church. They sat in the old clock tower as they usual did when the old church was there headquarter. They sat in a moment of silence. Brians eyes was filled with tears
- ,, The goddamn Brits are going to pay for this! They’re going to pay!” Brian whispered. The tears ran over his cheek. Michael was steering paralyzed on Brian, the grown man who was crying. The anger was growing in Michael. Brian was right. The goddamn Brits were going to pay, they were going to pay with there own blood, he thought. Suddenly Brian stopped crying. He looked at Michael with a serious attitude. ,, Do you know the group IRA?” He asked. His voice didn’t sound as it normally did. His voice was little and desperate. Michael knew them. But he didn’t know what to answer. But it was okay with Brian, cause he started suddenly to talk again; ,, We are going to be like them. That group is the only way to get freedom! I will personal kill all the Brits in Ireland!” He whispered. Michael could se he meant it. That’s the way, Michael thought. They quickly started to plan how they could kill as many British soldiers as possible. But they both shot there mouth when they heard something outside. Brian made a move with his hand to Michael witch said that he should stay where he were. Brian began to walk down to the part of the church witch was called the ship. He walked cross the ship and opened slowly the big gate to the church. It was British soldiers who were walking not long from the church. They were both wearing heavy equipment. The desperation took over and Brian picked up a heavy rock. He was ready. They should die. He was feeling invincible. He ran towards his opponents with the rock high above his head. One of the soldiers didn't hesitate for a second. The man with the rock, Brian, was a threat. The soldier aimed, and shot. The shot went straight through Brian’s heart. He sank down on the ground. Michael saw it all and he was already aiming his gun at them. He slowly followed them with the gun when they moved. He was all alone now. But he was no longer scared. He Knew what to do. His finger rested on the trigger. He looked in the front sight, and moved the gun up, so it was pointing at one of the soldiers head. Slowly he started to pull the trigger. His mind was clear, nothing could stop him now. He was only doing his job. Bang! The head of the soldier was blowed of. The other soldier didn’t know where the shot was coming from. The soldier began to run as hurry he could, but Michael had already aiming his gun on the other man. Bang!
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