AN: Gosh. these one-shots just keep coming. And in my opinion, they aren't very good...but I'll let you guys decide that. This does relate to death, though the character isn't really defined, but I''m sure you guys can figure it out! Anyway, I don't know if I should continue this...you will see when you read this short story. Editted by the one and only, Dark Rook! Though he is still working on Coincidence, but don't worry ot will be up soon.
Death Notification
A prone body knelt on the forest floor. The trees surrounding him were dense and bunched together; he didn't have to worry about oncoming attacks. If he was lucky, he would hear them coming before he was spotted. The night also provided cover, though it wasn't as much as the man on his knees would have liked.
Shark only came into the forest because his unit, F-Unit, needed to do a perimeter search. A war zone was a tricky location to be in, but that didn't excuse the fact that he should have been more aware of his surroundings.
Fallen leaves were scattered about, crumbled colors of red and yellow here and there. Shark paid no mind to them, smashing them into the mud as he walked. While coming to the forest pathway, he heard footsteps, multiple footsteps. So he hid behind the closet tree, for shelter, and waited. His targets were coming fast so he pulled away, and prepared to fire. Only to be stopped by three screaming, crying, bloody girls. They were in such hysteria; they mumbled incoherent words and shoved him a side before running on.
In less than ten seconds, Shark was on his feet again, racing after them. They were probably the slaves that were held captive by the enemy. However he froze when he heard a gunshot, turned around, and went the way the girls came. When a second, third, and fourth, gunshot went off. Shark picked up his pace and held his gun at a ready position.
He shot the person that was standing up. And he went down without a fuss. Shark was still prepared when he looked on the forest floor. Looking at the three bodies on the ground, the blood pooling out of them was all he needed to know.
They were dead, which was not uncommon in times of war, death happens everywhere, and could happen to anyone. But Shark was stilled by the fact that one of the enemies happened to be a kid. No older, if not younger, than the girls that had ran past him. The kid had frail blond hair, and a lot of dirt covered his attire and face.
Shark couldn't identify him as one of the missing kids from the village; however he could have been a special case. They could have missed him, or read over his name by mistake. Though the one thing that did stick out to Shark; was all the motion that the boy made.
None. Absolutely no movement at all came from the boy, his eyelids didn't flutter, signaling that he was having a dream, nor the steady rise and fall of his chest, notification that he was breathing. Nothing at all happened from the dead boy at Sharks knees.
Shark didn't know when he had bent down, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was this child. This victim of war. Now as an SAS soldier, they were told that sacrifices had to be made, and you could not save everyone, that the mission was more important. And Shark knew that, however it felt like he had failed. If he had hurried, maybe he could have saved this kid. But it was too late to change the past now. Shark stared at the body in front of him and sighed.
He dreaded having to speak to the parents.
AN: There you have it! Thanks for reading. ^^ Tell me how it was, and if I should continue it or not?