author's note; this story is based on a dream. death of original characters!
SHADOWS,
written by Whipper
he was in the water and everything was beautiful. the ocean had so many colors and the dolphins were there. they were so sleek and beautiful. they were such wonderful and wise animals. he reached out to caress their soft bodies but for some reason they kept moving away from his hands.
it hurt him that they didn't want him to touch them but the ocean was so very blue and he could see the sun far, far above surface and he couldn't help smiling anyway.
but suddenly the water started to burn him. it burned his chest and stomach and it made him cry out with pain. he looked down and found that his chest was bleeding and that the water around him was turning red with blood. his blood.
for some reason he knew at once that he would die without help so he raised his head to call for the dolphins but they were gone. around him swam sharks, their teeth white against the black water.
terrified he closed his eyes...
Tony craddled the young man's head in his knee and prayed. He prayed even though he wasn't sure if God would be able to hear him over the sound of gunfire and bombs detonating. And even if he did hear he was probably to busy taking care of all the dead.
Or maybe the He was still asleep. It was still morning after all...
as he opened his eyes again he realized he wasn't alone. he could feel their presens all around him and he called out for them...
"kathy?"
soft brown hair. a smile.
"chief? crocker?"
a strong hand held his shoulder for a second.
"miguel?"
silent laughter and warm breath close to his ear...
"dr smith?"
"dont be afraid... we just want to be with you..."
"wendy? WENDY?! no.. don't go!!"
alone!
"daddy? daddy, please help me?"
and yes, yes. his father was there. and he wasn't alone anymore...
"Piccolo, I need you here!"
"But he's dying, Sir!"
"That was an order, Piccolo!"
"But, Captain-"
"NOW, PICCOLO! Or we'll all be dead..."
his father showed him to a huge room with a bed in it. there was a small boy curled up in the bed. he reaced out to touch the child...
"so cold he is, father"
"yes, i know"
he closed the boys eyes, wondering why they seemed so familiar. then, with lips numb by cold, he kissed small child goodbye.
"Lucas?"
"lucas?"
who?
"lucas?"
it was a name. the name of the boy. the cold, cold boy..?
"lucas?"
the dead boy
"Lucas? It's me. Tony. I have to go now. But I'll be back for you. Okay? Don't you worry about nothing. Just take care of yourself, buddy. Just keep breathing and I'll be back in no time. Okay, Lucas? Okay?!"
"am i dying, father?"
"no, son..."
"no?"
"i'm so sorry, lucas."
"have i already died? but, father! i never got a chance to tell them how much i loved them!"
"very few ever gets that chance..."
"... and the power, and the glory."
Captain Hudson wiped away some of the dirt that was covering the dead soldiers body, his dead soldier, trying very hard not to see how young the face was.
"Forever and ever. Amen."
Then he stood up, his face cold.
"Come on now, men. We'll come back for him later."
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