Arrows

Then, the arrows started whizzing from all angles. I decided to move behind a rock to shelter from this "rain" and they snapped and ricoched around me. I left Krut exposed and saw him roll up in agony as two arrows passed through his head and knee. Selflessly, I jumped from my position and dragged him back. The blood had stained most of his clothes. Could you call them clothes? I asked myself, rags more like. And then as if by some divine intervention, thunder. Lots of it. It came crashing down on the whole swarm of men sending them fleeing. As I sat there tending to Krut in the overwhelming silence that followed, I felt truly lucky. My name is Hukten Ree and I'm on the run. Kind of a fugitive or something like that. From who? The evil king of this damned planet they dropped me on. The justice system back on earth has changed so much in recent years that they drop minor criminals like me on distant godforsaken shit holes chock full of warlords and crazed mercenaries. That's only half of it. Krut's life on earth was one of a tramp, a bum, a hobo and the type that all goverments wanted wiped from their countries. It was a hiding game. If you don't see the tramps and the poverty then there's no problem. So the international community decided they would round up all the poor and the likes of me and send them off to these newly discovered planets. I forgot the name of my planet, actually I didn't really feel the need to take note of it. Every day here has been a struggle, that I am sure of. The first day I arrived or rather thrown from the spaceship, the friendly locals had turned up to greet me with knifes, stones and a firing squad. It was kind of a haze at the time and I cant even build up a clear picture of it all but I know that somehow I and Krut escaped. The survival drive takes over your whole body and it does things faster so I guess we ran as fast as hell that day, thinking fast and acting quick.