Chapter 1
Steve ran through the collapsing building to where the children were trapped in the small, tiled room, clouds of dust filling his lungs and he fell to his knees and choked. He could hear their screams.
Get up Steve.
He got to his feet and pushed on, crashing into the walls as he ran through the seemingly never endless corridors. Finally he turned a corner and arrived in the room. There were maybe twelve children all under 10, huddled in the corners. He ran over to them saying in African
I'm here to help
He used a broken chair beside him to smash through the window in the wall. A pair of black glove hands appeared in the gap. He passed the first child, a tiny girl up through the hole Steve sped on, passing child after child until only one was left. He went to lift the small boy when he heard a lound zooming. He screamed out before the ceiling came crashing down. Everything went black.
Steve woke up shivering and covered in sweat in his bed. He stretched and yawned. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed, running his wide manly hands through his dirty blonde hair. He took a deep breath and put his head between his knees. Steve Rodgers was the Captain of the 2nd Manhattan squad that went down with the school in Semolina, all members and children perishing except Steve and his lieutenant Fromley Baggins, (Though Steve called him Frodo). It had been two months since the incident in Tabul, the small town in the West ogf Semolina, and Steve and Frodo had been sent home, Steve with PTSS and Frodo with sevfere depression. Steve stood up and stretched
Gym he thought Gotta keep up these abs
Steve put on a tight white vest and low-slung tracksuit bottoms and a Hollister hoodie before going out.
Frodo dropped the bloody razor to the floor of his bathroom. He looked at the beads of blod appearing on his thick pale wrists and wiped them on a tissue. He looked in the mirror at his Dark Curls, Pale Cheekbones and Big Blue eyes.
Why would anyone love me. I'm a failure.
Frodo looked into his small drawer of cloths. The small drawer contained the entire collection of cloths he had collected after his return from Iraq, (He had grown out of all of his old cloths due to the muscles he gained in Army Training.) He picked out a Topman t-shirt and his new dark Levi jeans and his short brown jacket and put them on with his old DMs and scarf. He was going to meet up with his old flame Sam wwho was now married with kids. Frodo regretted dumping Sam when he went to Iraq, but at least Sam was happy now. He married Meriadoc a polish guy they grew up with and Sam's childhood crush, as he once confessed to Frodo one morning in bed. They had adopted two kids. Sam rang Frodo two days ago to see if he wanted to meet up in Times Square. It was the 21st of November and rather chilly so Frodo grabbed his old leather gloves before checking his hair in the mirror grabbing his keys and leaving his flat. His wrist was stinging under his sleeve.
