Well this is it, my very first fanfiction. Lets hope I didn't do too bad. Please review and tell me if I suck. :)
Its just orders
"I don't remember arrows in the movies hurting the heroes this much" Well maybe its the size of the arrow that is currently sticking out of my thigh but I can't even touch the thing with out nearly passing out. And yet I find myself trying to crawl away from a battle, all the while avoiding passing out, meeting with the pissed off locals, and avoiding the incredibly angry fauna. I really wish this were a movie.
How did a nice guy like me end up in this situation you ask? Well my name is Sergeant Will Thomas, I used to be a regular army grunt. Joined up right out of high school, really had no where else to go. I'm an orphan you see, parents died when I was 3. After high school my best friend, Marcus Cain decided to join the army, so I went with him. We ended up at the same training base, and then in the same unit, not sue how that happened. Spent 4 years in the army and ended up in Bosnia. Got shot and spent the last 8 months of my stint in the hospital. That bullet in the leg is what got me promoted to sergeant. Come to think of it I seem to have a thing for getting shot in the leg. Ahh well.
After I came out of the hospital there was my friend again, with another plan for us. He managed to get us this sweet gig guarding a bunch of scientists on base on Pandora. Now I'd heard about Pandora my entire life, I'd heard that it was dangerous, and even the plants will kill you if they get a chance but I thought "why the hell not the pays good." I can be dumb sometimes.
"Marcus I'm going to kill you for getting me involved with this." I said as I hauled my self along the forest floor.
"Oh who am I kidding, I'm going to die out here! Somethings going to eat me, or I'm going to get shot... again. What the hell am I doing out here!"
Oh yes I was fighting the locals. Quarich tells me to go and I go. As I said I can be kinda dumb sometimes. I guess it comes from being in the army, they train you to go and do whatever they tell you to do, you know orders are orders. If you don't follow orders then the chain of command breaks down and all hell breaks loose. I was a good soldier, I fought by the book, always followed orders, and never toed the line. Made it to Corporal that way, probably have stayed there if I had not been shot.
I don't have anything against the Na'vi, they just want to protect their homes. But as I said orders are orders. I have to follow them no matter how much I don't like them. I may feel guilt about it later but I take solace in the fact that I'm a good soldier. Well it don't always work, I remember this time in Bosnia... lets just say I'm glad I'm not a pilot, I'd have hated to be part of the group the took down the home tree, Quarich you bastard.
"I've got to find a place to hide" I hauled my self along on my back using my arms. I haul my self onto a log and crashed down on the other side. "Mary mother of Jesus! That hurts!" I yell as I grab my injured leg.
After a few minutes of pained whimpering I heave myself into a sitting position with my back against the log "OK I think I'll just stay here. Marcus your lucky you broke your arm before this, at least you have a chance of getting out of this alive." I close my eyes and lean my head on the log and rest.
After a few minutes I felt a shadow fall over me. I open my eyes and see one of the locals standing over me with an arrow knocked on her bow. And boy does she look pissed.
"I don't suppose I can ask you not to kill me today?" I ask, but she just stares me unblinking.
I sigh "Well it was nothing personal, I have nothing against you guys just so you know, its just..." I shake my head, "Its just orders"
The warrior removes the arrow from her bow but before I can say anything she swings the bow at my head, and then..... nothing.
So do you think I should continue this or just leave this as it is?