The Desert

  It walked with an easy, jaunty step,enjoying the cool wind that blew across its face.It had  stopped looking around now, its ears registering every monotonous inch of the dusty wilderness.The sun had risen a few hours ago,  and the warmth felt energising. Now and then it would bend down  to examine a strange rock, or shell, occasionally picking up broken pieces of bone. Processes: Swirling fluids,falling rocks and decaying atoms, these it could see, but only in flashes and fragments. Incomplete knowledge,  random scraps, stored away meticulously for later use. Curiosity was natural, but its thoughts, it's personality, was impartial,uninterested. A strange curiosity,directed but unbiased, natural, irresistible.

   It stopped, ears pricking up ever so slightly. Crouching, it moved to its left, heading for a large rocky hill. It moved swiftly, running bowlegged, in an almost comical fashion. It leapt up, grabbing at a fissure, and swiftly began climbing the rock face. It reached the top with a long leap , followed by a scrabble, sure as a mountain goat. Pulling itself up,it looked down..

It was a nomadic camp. Highwaymen of a sort, though this was not yet apparent to the savage. It seemed almost happy now,  or excited at any rate, and it began descending the hill,  leaping from rock to rock on the balls of its feet. The highwaymen were dressed in loose robes with large hoods. As they spotted the savage, they rose to their feet readying rifles and crossbows of a strange design, perplexed, yelling directions in a strange, musical tongue. Their leader, a slim woman with beautiful green eyes,stood in the center holding a double barreled rifle on the rapidly descending stranger.

   The savage leapt down,dropping into a crouch and bracing itself with one hand, then stood up and looked at the woman holding a gun to his head. He saw it in her eyes almost as  soon as she thought it,and leapt at her, just as she gave the order to attack. He ripped the gun easily out of her hand  smashing it into the nearest attackers head,and  then threw the leader into the oncoming fire of her troops. The blasts and whistles disoriented him.He whipped around to his right, grabbing another attacker as a shield, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and wonder.Almost in a trance, he grabbed the shotgun dropped by his unwilling saviour, and in one  fluid motion, swung  around and fired all 8 shots. At that range, it caused bedlam. Every one of his shots had found a target, and they in turn, flailing and  discharging  their weapons had incapacitated all but three of the nomads.  Shotgun and two crossbows. They all fired at once. The  savage jumped to the ground and slid towards his attackers. He grabbed a crossbowman and threw him at the shotgun's blast, then smashed his fist upward into the remaining attackers nose, who  discharged her weapon. The bolt ripped through the other crossbowman's head, causing him to shoot the last highwayman in the throat.

    The savage looked down at the woman that lay gasping and wheezing at his feet. His eyes gleamed. He picked up the crossbow and shot her through the heart, ending her suffering.He looked back at the broken and dying people, perplexed. Those that were still alive were too scared to make a move, whimpering silently as they lay in the sand. The savage walked to one of the tents nearby, and peered in. He smiled and picked up  a blue and grey robe.

   The robes felt good against his skin, as did the cloth sandals, as he walked  towards the settlement that was now only a few miles away. He appreciatively fingered  the  crossbow that was now at his side, absentmindedly fiddling with the locking mechanism as he walked. He felt the adrenaline.  It gave him strength, and purpose. He started whistling as he swung the crossbow jauntily into a shoulder firing position, looking down its sights. He stopped walking, and lowered the crossbow, as  if struck by a realisation. He looked  back to the highwayman camp, now far in the distance, and made a sudden movement, then stopped. He  swallowed once, then turned around, and started walking quickly towards the settlement, leaving behind him the first of many unanswered questions..... 

The Savage

"Why ?"
I know, it sound's like a very stupid question to ask, and more pertinently,  a very stupid way to begin any statement. Generic. Fatalistic. Like I said, stupid.But I can think of no better beginning, to anything, and everything.

Deep breaths.....Drenched to the bone, freezing, disoriented... It stumbled, gaining confidence and strength, rising to it's feet, it shook it's head and looked up at a grey sky. It's breaths were still laboured and rasping. It wasn't disoriented anymore, but more confused than ever.
"Why ?"
It spun all around, mind a blank, looking desperately for answers. Nothing..... Only a question. Generic, yes. but in that moment, it was anything but fatalistic. Quite the opposite. The only semblance of sentience, of  meaning, of anything.
   Soon enough, it's heartbeat settled down, it's breaths noiseless and low, it's eyes narrowed.It went low, creeping along the riverbed towards the line of trees that made up  the horizon. Even now, there was nothing, no memories, no thoughts. Just the one question. Like a beacon in it's mind, it's brilliance receding, but it's glow persistent.

   It's senses were now becoming attuned to the surroundings, the all pervading greyness seemed less solid, every sound differentiated sharply in a hyper lucid state of awareness. It was running now, gracefully,  almost seeming to flash through the tall riverside grass, leaving only rustling in it's wake.

       Finally, it reached the treeline, and stopped. It stood poised,it's lithe body bristling from the cold and the anticipation. Anticipation... It was the only feeling, the only thought, the only, thing. Stealthily, slowly, keeping low to the ground, it moved towards the treeline. As it drew near, it  became evident that there was actually just a line, no more than two or three trees thick, like a fence.

      It slowed down, senses working overtime, mapping the surroundings in it's head. Pushing through the hanging leaves with a deliberate, almost delicate touch, it peered through the gap between the final two trees...
   Far away, in the distance, across a sandy desert, it saw a line of lights, a settlement. It's eyes gleamed, and it crept out into the desert. Stretching to it's full size, it gazed up into the sky, more blue now, than grey.. It wasn't cold anymore. It looked back at the line of lights that promised answers, and meaning, and started running.