Title: Dying
Author: Settiai
Disclaimer: "Hogan's Heroes" and other related characters are not properties of myself. No infringement is intended. This story, such as it is, was written as a sign of respect and love for the characters, the show, and their creator. I claim no ownership of the aforementioned show and characters.
Rating: PG
Summary: There was a blast of pain, a moment of confusion, and then there was nothing at all.
Feedback: Comments and helpful criticisms are always appreciated.
E-mail: lynn_foster@settiai.com
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Black.
Pain.
What happened? Where were the others?
Red.
Wet.
Why was he laying on the ground? He should get up.
Tired.
Heavy.
His chest felt wet, like water had been poured on it. Was it raining?
Sticky.
Warm.
There were familiar voices nearby, calling out his name. They shouldn't be so loud. The Krauts might hear them.
Footsteps.
Cries.
They were all around him, kneeling beside him. He knew that he should sit up, but his body felt so heavy.
Curses.
Prayers.
He could hear them talking. Someone had been shot. Who was it though?
Loud.
Angry.
Their voices were fading. If they wanted him to hear them, the really should speak up.
Fading.
Drifting.
Why did they keep saying his name? It was almost as if they thought he was going somewhere.
Begging.
Pleading.
What was happening? Why did they seem so far away?
Crying.
Sobbing.
Everything was fading. He was there, yet at the same time he wasn't.
Darkness.