Hey new story out, as you can see. Sorry about not updating my other story…will get to that next. Anyhow, this story has been in my mind for sometime now and…well here you are!
Here's a thing that I did when I was reading over this, picture it as a comic…I thought I was cool…
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MacTavish gazed at the dark brown coffin covered over with the bright colors of the United States flag; rich multicolored flowers surrounded the casket. His breath slow and steady as he stared at the saddening object, with his gloved hands shoved in his black coat pockets. Rain drenched him as thunder rumbled across the sky. Men stood around the coffin muskets held in there arms as they gazed at the object.
Many people attended his funeral, more then he could have thought. Task Force men leaned against each other, holding onto each other for support. Though one figure stood behind the group of family members and friends, his head hung over his chest in deep despair. A dark shadow cast over his features, making him look like a ghost.
MacTavish sighed before he slowly made his way over to the man, passing gracefully between the men and women. Reaching out his hand, MacTavish laid a hand on the Task Force member. "Ghost," MacTavish's sad voice shattered beneath the quick streak of lightning then a crash of thunder.
Simon looked up, dark hair smothered in rain and puffy red eyes drenched in tears. With a swift movement Simon wiped away the tears. "Hello Captain," Simon's eyes fell back to the ground.
"How you holdin' up?" MacTavish asked leisurely. Simon shrugged quickly, trying to avoid conversation. "Ghos-"
"No MacTavish," Simon spoke up, "Not out here."
Sighing MacTavish frowned, "Why not Simon?"
"Because," Simon shrugged once more.
Before MacTavish could continue someone called out his name, "Captain! We need to start."
Shaking his head in understanding, MacTavish shook the shoulder of his teammate, "He would like you to speak." Leaving behind the distressed Lieutenant, MacTavish made his way up to the podium. His eyes gazed across the crowed and quickly cleared his throat. "Uh…" MacTavish glanced back at Simon whose shoulders shook. "We all new him in many different ways, many of us new him at a young age, and many knew him as an older man, but we all new Gary as himself. He never did change…" MacTavish swallowed thickly, eyes falling back on Simons who just stood there silently. "He was a great man, and a great friend…he died as a hero."
Mrs. Sanderson choked out a sob and hugged the folded flag tighter. "Oh my sweet baby boy," She whimpered silently digging her face deeper into the flag. "I was supposed to go before you, you promised me that…" Mr. Sanderson pulled his wife into a deep passionate embrace, silently shushing her.
MacTavish tipped his head down as the trumpets started playing, and the casket slowly lowered down into the ground. "You weren't supposed to die this way Gary…not like this, not now."
So, yes I made another short 1st chapter. Deal with it, next one shall be longer!
Guess who got to read Of Men and Mice today?
Saddest book EVER! I cried so hard at the end…Literally bawled in the class, had to be sent out. I wonder what George was thinking after the book…? I also got a paper cut, hurts!
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