Alen The Merciful: A Short Story

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Alen pulled the trigger of his shotgun; the blast reverberated around the narrow, rocky pass, drowning out the final whimper of his prone foe. "Alen the Merciful." Grumbled Slate. "Boy, you've seen the way these lunatics leave our people; quick death too good for 'em." "Lay off, Slate." Alen was tied, to tied for the constant bickering from his old companion. He'd heard it non-stop on their two and a half day journey to catch up to the raiders that had pillaged their sleepy, little town three night ago. To catch up with them, Alen and Slate had taken turns driving and sleeping. They'd managed to get ahead of the raiders in the hills, and decided to set an ambush in a narrow pass. The one thing Alen and Slate agreed on was that two against nine

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