A [GUESS THE CLIMAX?] PROMPT STORY

With All The Clans Working Together — No Barrier Can Stop Their Pillaging!

WRITING PROMPT | READER CHALLENGE | FICTION | TWISTS

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Standing outside the wall, Sonya stares down at least a half-dozen other warriors she’d love to kill right now… but revenge is not on today’s menu. Her needs, her wants, her goals, are beyond the barrier of a much greater enemy!

An unstoppable enemy that continues to grow and spread across the lands. Today, Sonya, along with her Clan, and many others, are gathered outside the walls of every single known location of the Martowns.

By attacking every location Friday at dawn, the Martowns have lost all opportunities for reinforcements. They knew this was coming! They had time to plan! But with limited resources and warriors of their own, the Martowns are outnumbered, a thousand to one!

Glancing around once again, Sonya takes count of the various Clans joining in today’s attack. Until the barrier is breached, they are her fellow Clansmen and Clanswomen. But once beyond the barrier, they are just standing in the way of her goals, and no longer of value…

Except for Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Handsome, three Clans over. Six-four, wide shoulders, and hair that would put Fabio to shame, topped off with a glimmer and smile directed at Sonya. “That one will be worth the climb.”

“Excuse me? What was that? Asks a skinny wench who doesn’t know how the fuck to mind her own business.

Sonya replies using the customs of her many ancestors, “Fuck Off!”

“Oh My God!”

“Before I forget, get in my way today and I’ll run your skinny ass over so fast, you’ll not know what hit you!”

Seeing the anger in Sonya’s eyes, the wench repositions herself as far from Sonya and sudden death as possible.

A call comes from one of the watchers: “I can see the Gate-Keepers! They know the plan!”

Wishing they were someplace else, while still knowing their mission, each of them moves into position. Ready to remove the bolts holding the gates in place as the first beam of the morning sun shines upon the barrier…

The Clans begin to chant, stomping their feet in unison. Seeing what’s about to happen, a leader within runs toward the Gate-Keepers screaming, “NO! DON’T LET THEM IN!”

She tried to stop them, but the Warriors of Martown know, open the gates now, and they may be able to close them later. Keep them closed, and the Clans will burn the whole place down, roasting everyone inside, alive!

Nodding to one another as the sun peeks over the horizon, the clanking of the Gate-Keepers releasing the barrier is louder than the chanting. One of them clears out of the way, while the other, sadly, is quickly trampled to death.

Being one of the first to breach, Sonya’s path to the gold is clear. Other than the Gate-Keepers and that one leader, there are no other Martown Warriors to stop or even slow her approach! Knowing the sheer size and weight of her family’s needs, she snags a cart left behind by a local vendor.

Extremely loud unseen voices echo within, begging the attackers to “Turn Back!” “Leave!” “Please, this isn’t worth it!”

Sonya’s reply is even louder, “You want to stop me? Then show me your faces, you cowards!”

Quickly approaching the center of Martown, but not quick enough. All but one bag of gold had already been pillaged! Worse yet, somehow, Tall, Blonde, and Handsome is closer to it than her. Planning ahead by grabbing a cart has backfired on her horribly.

Screaming a battle cry powered by her love of family, Sonya pushes the cart with all her might into the back of TBH’s legs. He was too strong to go down from the hit by such a rickety cart, but it did distract him long enough to make eye contact with her.

Not yet close enough to snag the gold without his intervention, but close enough to turn on her feminine wiles. TBH is immediately entranced by everything Sonya throws at him. Unable to move, he can’t avoid her knee to his balls.

Falling aside, Sonya grabs the last one, drops it in her cart, and continues to battle her way to the exit and freedom. Entering Redheaded-Rage-Mode, nothing nor no one, can stop her pillaging pursuit.

One very stupid citizen grabbed her shoulder and actually called her: “Miss?”

That citizen was upside down when he hit the barrels of syrup and sugars, creating a sticky mess that slowed many others who attempted to follow Sonya.

“STAY THE FUCK BACK OR I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL YOU!”

The trail of bodies left in her wake, told everyone just how serious Sonya has become. Rather than locating other stockpiles on her own, she would use her skills of thievery and pilferage to acquire the already acquired items, from anyone in her way.

Knowing the sun was at their backs as the barrier was breached, following the light was her path to freedom. As much as the Warriors of Martown have fled into hiding up until now, things have quickly changed!

There is a line of the biggest and meanest Warriors within, blocking her path to freedom, her home, and her family. Looking for an opening, Sonya rushes forward, only to be stopped and left in shock…

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“What do you mean I’m denied? I can’t be denied!”

“I’m sorry Miss, but the thingy says you’re denied. Do you have another card, or maybe cash? I think we still take cash but would need to check with my manager.”

“NO! I don’t have another card! And who in the hell carries around $1,237.15 in cash? You know how many bad people there are just running around?”

“Pretty sure I do. So… no other cards, and no cash. You’re going to need to move out of the way. I’ve got a line forming and I’m on break soon.”

“Listen you little brat! Do you have any idea how hard I fought to get all of this stuff in my cart and up here?”

“Actually I do. Tommy and I were watching you on the surveillance feeds. Flipping that guy upside down was pretty rad. Are you single?”

“I’m twice your fucking age! I bet your balls haven’t even dropped yet!”

“That’s pretty rude, lady. I’ll have you know that my left one dropped last year… so there!”

Just as Sonya is about to return to Redheaded-Rage-Mode, Tall, Blonde, and Handsome moves in beside her. Smelling his cologne, she turns her body, smile, and feminine wiles toward him.

He returns an even bigger smile, as he reaches into her cart to remove the last PlayStation from her possession.

“Oh, come on! My kids are counting on me for that. I promised them that I wouldn’t fail.”

With a voice to match his looks, TBH replies, “Fuck me for it?”