Contest #9: Writing challenge

[Taniaetc]

mine:

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The sun went down beyond the horizon and painted the landscape in blood red. Blood! As if he hadn't seen enough of that the last months.
His glance wandered around on the battlefield. Finally it was over. After three months, silence came back into the vale for the first time. But it wasn't a peaceful silence. It was frightening.
He shuddered and was about to go back the way he came from, but he had to walk to the other side of the valley.
The smell of death normally would have been hardly endurable, but he got used to it over time. This, however, didn't apply for the sight presented to him. Dead soldiers of both sides were lying next to each other, looking at him with empty, vacant eyes, still clutching their weapons in death. He began to shiver even more. Involuntarily his hand rose towards a pocket of his vest and opened it. His fingers fumbled around until he found what he knew would be the greatest regret of his life…
He immediately pulled his hand away from the pocket, a moment too late. The black widow spider crawled out of the pocket, with bloody fangs. He sighed. “All the more reason to get over there…” he mumbled. The challenge of avoiding the perilous fall down the valley awaited him. The time it would take to make it to the metropolis (correct?) seemed long; he didn’t have much time to spare. Looking over at the safe bridge a long way away, he decided to risk it and climb along the vines from one side to the other. Time and time again, he would slip, until he found that it was easier to step on top of them. His balancing act managed him half the way. A thin column of stone stood straight ahead. He leaped onto it immediately.
Bad idea. Under his weight, it began to crumble. He panicked. As luck would have it, a small ledge on the other side was almost begging him to hang on to it. A few minutes later, he was in a cave just next to the ledge. He wanted to stay, but he could feel the venom spreading. He was weakening by the minute. Any moment now, he would be too weak to make it. He had to leave now. He was now presented the challenge of climbing up the ledges to the top of the valley. At the top of the valley, he felt himself losing conscience. Only managing to get to the top of the other side, he fainted.
Almost a day later, he woke up. He was in the metropolis at last! He could almost feel the venom’s effects fading. Sitting up, he felt confident. Then he remembered his task. Running to the laboratory, he found the lever he was to pull. At last thoughts, he backed away, to be confronted by guards. “Who are you?!” they shouted. “Wait… you’re the person patrol recovered from the valley last night! GET HIM!” He pulled the lever, and he saw a flash of light, then darkness…

if you want to know what happened next, i'll just say he traveled through time. i like time.

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