Some call him the Beast. Some call him It. Some, The Unspeakable. I call him, The Animal.
My name is Sneak. I live in Ancient Greece. Sparta, to be exact. I have lived here all my life, and am currently a Spartan Soldier. I was one of the few Spartan's who were taught reading and writing. I am a Spartan Squire, which is just a Soldier who writes and reads letters and stories to other incapable Spartans. Well, this story is about Beast, It, The Unspeakable, Animal.
It all started when I was raiding Athens with the Spartan Army. I was in League Three, Party Two. Each party is lead by a Leader, and a League lead by a Leaguesman. I lead Party two. Me and my three men, Butch, Tiger, and Mudd. Butch is our Tank, the man who takes the hits, and diverts the attention. Tiger is our Spotter, the man who looks out for enemy parties, and mostly, Generals. Mudd is the Falser, who talks to enemies and pedestrians, telling them lies, and setting them up. I am the Leader, one of the best fighters in a League, the smartest, and sneakiest, most deceiving one.
Today was not a good day for L3P2, because we had a few Athenian Spearsmen hot on our heels, and they had a big friend headed towards our opposite flank. Don't get me wrong, Athenian's aren't too big, but, this guy was just a bit smaller than Butch. Next thing we know, we're staring into the eyes of this man, which are wide, and paralyzed. We turned to see what he was afraid of, and to amazement, a man larger than Butch this time, ripping the Spearsmen in half, literally. Although afraid to take action, we decided to stop him, or at least make him a friend.
Immediately, the man took offense and, head first tackled Butch to the ground, and got ready for a head splitting pound. He swung his right arm behind his head, which Tiger, unwittingly, swung his weapon, aiming for right above the elbow. The man must have heard the blade, because his eyes were diverted, and he grabbed it, crushing the metal in his grip, dropping it below him.
That's the time Butch lost it. Spartan's don't shed tears, not even if a loved one is lost. Well, Butch had lost his wife and children in a disastrous raid, and not shed one tear. Well, now, that changed. A drop of water formed, and ran down the side of the bridge of his nose, then down his cheek, and finally, hitting the stone below. The man's brows furrowed, and his eyes squinting. "Why tear?" he asked simply.
Butch said, "Death is near." The beast man shook his head, muttered something, and hugged Butch, sobbing. Butch flinched, and yelped, while the beast man hugged him too tight. "I can't breathe," he gasped.