Love and War
Chapter one – Loss
AN-Hello everyone, This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. This story is rated M for a reason. It's set during WW2 so it's racist, sexist, bloody, and may contain some very mature content. Don't read this if you're easily offended, and if you review about how it's racist you will be ignored because you were warned. On the other hand though I will warn you if there is anything very intense coming up.
With that out of the way, this takes place in an alternate universe, where the titans we know live in WW2 as soldiers. How will this work you ask? Well you will see. I have a plan to make all of the characters as close to their actual characters as possible.
Disclaimer – If I owned Teen Titans it wouldn't be the shit it is today.
The sky was dark, as artillery shells rained from the sky. Clouds rose from the ground as shrapnel and mud flew, impaling trees, vehicles and corpses. For a moment everything seemed to stop, and the soldiers who were fighting took a moment to pause, then green lights flew around the field as the German foxholes shot tracer after tracer, cutting down young and old indiscriminately, as they attempted to return fire.
"Second is almost 'ere men! Stay in cover and wait for my signal!" The voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Shit Roy how long do we need to hold off for?" said a lean man with black hair, who brandished his M1 Grand, ready to fire at a moments notice.
"How the fuck should I know Garth?" a tall ginger man replied.
"Aye Super Macho, cool your temper, save it for the Nazis." replied a shorter Mexican man, and he and his twin brother crouched beside the burnt out corpse of an M4 Sherman.
"Maybe because you have the radio in your hands?" Garth said, indicating the radio that Roy was holding.
"And maybe if you weren't so stupid, you would have remembered that this one is receive only!"
Their argument was interrupted by the sound of boots sloshing through the mud and ash towards them, as they all readied their weapons. Suddenly a burst of machine gun fire started, as a young, ginger man ran into the make shift cover the four were hiding behind.
"You sure you four are loud enough? I don't think the Nazi's can hear you yet," He stated before Garth promptly said "Who the hell are you?"
"Private Wally West, Fourteenth platoon. The radio died about a hundred feet down, and they sent me as a runner to say that the position is being overrun, and they need an ETA on second."
"Well Wally, go tell 'em that their about a minute out." Roy told the man, who couldn't be older then 18. Just as Wally was turning to leave Roy stopped him. "Son, where is your firearm?"
"In the mud out of ammo 'bout a mile that way." The young man replied before Roy opened his pack and handed him a Colt. Wally then nodded and sprinted back to his camp. More gunshots were heard, but the best any of the four could do was hope he had made it back to his camp in one piece. After a minute, the ground started to shake, and a loud rumbling was heard.
"Get ready, we are going to get behind the tanks when they come over the ridge so that we will have cover." Roy instructed the others. The rumbling intensified and soon they saw the large muddied 75mm barrel of the M4A2 Sherman appear and they all readied to run. Roy opened his pack and put the radio in it, then took out his Thompson. "Alright boys, we are all going to get out of here, so fall in right there behind the tanks. Keep your heads down and your asses farther."
The tracked rolled by as the heavy mud covered tank passes by them. "Go go go!" was the order heard as the four men got behind the tank, having to jog to keep up, as other small groups of soldiers start to join them behind the tank, abandoning their makeshift cover is favour of a tank, and strength in numbers. The tank did provide great cover from the machine gun fire and tank rounds being fired in their direction.
Loud explosions echoed from right in front of the men as the tank returned fire in their direction. "When we get to their fox holes, dig in men and use them against the bastards!" a voice yelled from somewhere in the middle of the line. "Three," Roy's heart pumped, as he knew him and his men were about to charge into enemy fire, into their trenches, and will most likely have to fire directly at enemy soldiers who are ready for them with no cover. "Two," Roy knew that there would be a lot of casualties on both sides, and that not everyone was going to make it back. "One," But Roy also knew that his squad was the best damn squad on the field and he was going to do everything in his power to keep them alive. "Go!" Roy was the first of his squad running towards the small holes in the ground, through the machine gun fire.
"Fuck!" Roy yelled as searing pain erupted from his shoulder, but he kept moving. "Don't stop, just keep running," he just kept saying to himself, assuming that his squad was behind him as he heard screams of pain echoing each other. It was like a morbid melody to a song that was written by Satan.
The trench was only meters in front of him now, and he ran like hell, and jumped into the trench to see three grown men turn to him in surprise, and that was the last expression they ever made as Roy quickly covered the wall behind them in their blood. He heard three more pairs of boots slosh into the trench behind him and turned to look down the barrel of a gun. His entire body tensed up and he looked past the barrel to see three smiling men, who then lowered their guns and gave a celebratory mod, before taking the German machine gun, and turning it around to start firing towards the enemy.
Soon, all shots stopped, and Roy took a look around the field to see that they had won. He was greeted wit the sight of celebrating men of the American army, sitting on the tanks, checking their wounded, and gathering any wounded Germans to head off to be questions. The four men got out of the trench and walked in no general direction, but Roy walked towards the young ginger he saw before. "So kid, you're still alive?"
"Barely," The man replied "A shell landed almost on top of me, and that only didn't kill me because of my sergeant. God bless him..."
"I'm sorry to hear that son, but I'm sure he was a good man and he will be remembered."
"Thank you sir, but I still feel bad because-" Suddenly Wally was cut off by yelling and a whistling sound.
As fast the battle had stopped it started again as explosions rocked across the field. Tanks exploded and men ran. "GET THE HELL DOWN" Roy yelled as he grabbed Wally and threw them into a fox hole. As soon as they had moved a bomb landed right where they were and the dirt became charred black from the explosion and shrapnel flew to impale men who were standing around. After a minute or so the bombs stopped falling and Roy peaked up from the hole to see the devastation of corpses filled with shrapnel, burning husks of tanks and craters. That's when he saw a black haired body lying on the ground only a few feet away, where his squad had been only moments before.
"No.." Roy got up and started running towards the body that was soaking the ground with a crimson liquid that flowed from his body into the broken earth. He got to the body and saw his friends broken form. "C'mon Garth, don't do this to me, Don't leave me. What am I supposed to tell your parents?" Roy collapsed, pouring his tears into the vest of the lifeless body.
Three figures came up behind Roy, with their hats across their chests in honour for their fallen comrade, as Roy started to say his goodbye. "I'll always remember you buddy, and don't worry about you ma nad pa. I'll make sure their safe. I'm going to kill every last Nazi for you. Goodbye."
"I didn't know you, but I respect you because I am always scared here, and you seemed so brave and you can fight for your country when I am always nervous about death around every corner. Goodbye." the young ginger man said as he walked away, making room for the Mexican twins.
"We will always remember you Garth, and back home you will be sung about as a hero."
The four men laid a blanket on Garth and waited for reinforcements to arrive to collect the bodies.
So this is my very first chapter of my very first fanfic. I'm gonna try to update once a week or once every other week because I'm enjoying summer. When school starts again I will probably update weekly, and use this as an English project or something. Feedback is appreciated and feel free to tell me what I could have improved because I am not a little bitch. Also if you can come up with a better name feel free to send it in because I am bad at naming. Good day.