I wanted to do this. Sue me. I'm into this kind of thing.
The characters can be anyone you want. I kind of had some characters in mind so it might seem to be implied that way, but really, it can be anyone.
Disclaimer: I own nuthin'. Just this weird fic.
"It hurts."
God no, please don't take her. Don't take her please.
"Shh. Don't worry, we'll make it better. We're almost there."
Sticky, wet fluid. Red was never such a painful color.
Don't take her, please don't take her. She's all I have now. Don't take her.
The liquid is flowing too much. It will take hours of desperate scrubbing to clean the stains.
Don't take. Mom and Dad are already gone. Please don't take her too.
"No!"
Another person, an ally, rushes to the staggering boy carrying the girl in a secure piggyback.
Please god, don't take her. Don't take her.
"Where are the medics?"
The soldier is no longer the feared man he is. It is clear that this now a boy, scrambling for help. His voice is desperate and hoarse.
God, please, please, please, don't take her.
"Over there, that way."
The war is terrible.
Please listen to me, don't take her.
Rubble cuts at sore feet through torn shoes.
God please don't take her. Please save her. Dad and Mom are already gone. She's too young.
The white tent is ahead.
Don't take her. Don't take her.
So many are wounded. Medics rush about. The boy lays her on a stretcher.
Please. Don't. Don't. Don't. I beg you. Don't.
A tall man steers the frantic boy away. The fight is still far from over. All ablie-body soldiers are needed.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Not her too.
So desperate. The enemies fall away from boy. They fear him.
Please. Don't take her.
It's selfish. He knows. So many others have already died. Why should she be spared.
Don't take her. Don't take her.
The battle is over. They won. His heart wasn't with the relieved fighters, cheered with victory.
Let her live. Don't take her.
War is terrible. Nonstop war every day, every night. Still a boy, young, inexperienced. Every gory battle, he pitches in.
Don't take. Don't take her.
A selfish wish.
Please god, please.
There is no god in war to listen to the desperate and selfish cries.
The sentences are a bit choppy, I know. But the kid's scared and his mind is almost in lock down mode.
Heh heh, hope none of you are deeply religious and believe differently. Personally I'm atheist but I don't mind other people practicing their religion in front of me or asking me to help them. I just won't hop on board with the ideology. That's it.
Another Guardian chapter is almost ready.
So see you next time in a different story,
~dorandsugar