((Since Leeonidas can't post on here, he wanted me to put it up for him))
The sweat was dripping down his face, sun beating down on his battle toughened skin, he was tired. He removes his bandana and sunglasses to sit and relax, let the air cool him down. He leans back and looks up at the blue skys, looking over his shoulder at his warriors, his loyal followers, the members of IP Conflict. Jardiniere and Wehirio were also sitting down exhausted from the battle with the machines and zions we just had. The calm was long.... almost too long which only meant the storm would be even worse then expected.
Leeonidas stood up, affixing his bandana he heard the non important mumblings of a man who was loved by none and hated by all. Bezreki ( name changed for privacy ) stood at the hardline with the same cocky look on his face he always had, Leeonidas wondered how could a child be so cocky. In a screechy cracking voice he says " IP Conflict, heh in a months time you all will fade away into nothing". Leeonidas looked back at Jardiniere and Wehirio, both giving him the nod of approval. Leeonidas approached Bezreki with a non hostile look, behind his bandana though was another story, a smile or a smirk if you will, knowing what was coming was always a quirk of Leeonidas's. Bezreki said in his squeeky voice " What are you going to do Leeonidas? Stare at me? Ill correct your grammer so fast your head will...." Bezreki was cut off by the quick movements of Superdrawls whom had just disabled Bezreki's evade. Leeonidas acted quickly, grabbing Bezreki's head he smashed it into the hardline with the force of a frieght train hitting a cantelope. His limp body collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from his face. "Go home boy, your mother is calling you". Leeonidas walked away feeling confident his work with the child was done. But that was far from the truth....the truth is this child would be the end of a king, the end of a empire.
The shotgun spray was flying through the air, knives ripped his already torn jacket, bullets pierced his skin but he drove forth, knowing the fight wouldnt end simply if he died so he had to push forward, push forward and help his people. "Break his evade!" shouted Craint, The worried zion looked around as his evade fell, Jardiniere grabbed his waist and flipped him backwards smashing his head and neck on the hard pavement, as he stood to his feet a knife was plunged deep into his throat and the zion fell lifeless to the floor. A bullet rips through Leeonidas's side, blood began to run down his leg, he charged forward grabbing the machine operative by his face and pushing his head through the sidewalk, but not before a kinfe had inserted itself into his chest, which he quickly ripped out. The air was hot and the tension was thick, "Nothing like the midst of a battle to make you think about what means most" Leeonidas thought to himself as he charged back into the fight....but something happened...everything went white..."Have I died?"... He was suddenly trapped in a small white room with nothing but a desk and two chairs, he couldnt move or speak...."What is this place??"
In a moments time a man in red stepped into the room with no doors or windows, the look on his face was menacing, Leeonidas knew this was not going to be good. "What kind of magic is this sorcerer?" asked Leeonidas. The man simply looked at him...pleased with the fact that he couldnt move or talk.. Leeonidas knew this gave him some kind of satisfaction.. the smirk on his face told it all. The man in red pulled a dagger from his side and with a lightning quick strike he plunged it deep into the heart of Leeonidas...pushing on it to make sure it was in there good, the man stepped back and just watched, not saying a word. "So this is how it must end... Im defeated by a man who wont even fight" the blood was running out of his chest fast, he began to feel his legs and hands go numb. A single tear drops down Leeonidas's face, not because of pain but because of sadness. Knowing he was leaving his people, the people who meant the world to him, the people who gave him the will to fight, that was the worst pain of all, not the knife, not the bullet wounds, but the deepest wound was given by the blow of taking away his family, his friends, his loved ones. With his last effort Leeonidas looked at the man, pulled his head back and spit a mouthful of deep red blood all over the mans face. Leeonidas's head dropped, the last breath escaped from his lungs....... A King has fallen and an Empire has now been divided.
Many people ask why this happened, who was the red man and why did he appear? Noone knows and noone has a clear anwser. All that is known is that Leeonidas gave his life that day for the good of the Org, for the good of the Merovingian, he gave his life and ended the start of what would of been a childs play time of a faction. So we ask....was his death in vain, or was it necessary to show people the grave mistake they would have made by following a child into combat? You Decide......
R.I.P Leeonidas 15 June 2007
