Solemn Remorse
Intro
I don't sleep well anymore. When you see enough horrible things you begin to realize that sleep doesn't always mean rest. I'm haunted by a past I cannot deny and am forced to stare into a future of unforgivingness. My name is Octavian Dunn- I'm a Confederate Marine.
Ch.1 "Keep firing you yellow bellied scum!" The sergeant's Stim Pack induced encouragement worked. Our bunker doubled their fire rate, knocking down zergling after zergling, hydralisk after hydralisk. The sounds of missiles screaming from their tubes in the turrets drowned out everything but the chatter of gauss rifles. Bodies piled up outside, a sea of blood seeping ever closer to us. The zerglings continued to rush over their dead companions.
"How many more control?" the sergeant yelled into the radio. Nothing but static answered.
"Sir, are we gonna make it?" Garzetti, next to me at the firing slit shouted. "I don't want to die out here!"
The sergeant checked outside. "All right ladies, we're pullin' back! Head straight to that dropship at 7 o'clock! Don't stop for nothin'!" We all edged towards the door. "GO!!!!" The door blasted open, and we charged out.
A moment later I realized the sergeant wasn't following. "Sarge!" As I turned back I saw plasma burst from the bunker, roasting several zerglings alive. Garzetti grabbed me. "He's doing his duty, now lets get out of here so that we can continue doing ours!" That was how the battle of New Gettysburg ended for me. Garzetti slipped and was quickly overwhelmed. I decided then not to follow him into death. Now I regret that decision. I was the only one to make it to the dropship. Some would say I was lucky, others that I was blessed by some holy entity.
I know the truth though; I'm cursed. Cursed with being forced to live alone. I've stopped trying to make friends. I tried to get over New Gettysburg that way, but within a few days all of my squad was dead. Again I survived. The mental snapshots of watching the zerg devour all my comrades still haunts me. There is no escape. I can't run from myself. I've begun to contemplate suicide as a way out, but I fear death more than I fear my mind. What lies on the other side? I once heard some guy talking about Christianity at a marketplace on Braxis, but I think he was some kind of merc so I avoided him. He preached of heaven; a place were you went if you had acted as his God had instructed. Unfortunately, I don't know his God's instructions, but I guarantee they don't condone murder; which I've seen plenty of, hell, sometimes even partaking in it. That route could lead no where but to sorrow as well. When I'm fighting though.... my training takes over, and I no longer have to live. I can simply fire my weapon, not worrying about things like my own pathetic problems. I fight to live and live to fight. The bullets flying by, flying from my burning weapon. These are the moments I can stand. The moments that make me. What I am is fighting. Nowhere else am I content. War is the truth. Truth is war.
Well thats my first fanfic (or at least the firsr chap) ill continue if i get enough reviews, or some guy who realy wants me to continue. email me at gaun_di@hotmail.com with suggestions, or to see other works not yet posted. feel free to flame or say was good.
Intro
I don't sleep well anymore. When you see enough horrible things you begin to realize that sleep doesn't always mean rest. I'm haunted by a past I cannot deny and am forced to stare into a future of unforgivingness. My name is Octavian Dunn- I'm a Confederate Marine.
Ch.1 "Keep firing you yellow bellied scum!" The sergeant's Stim Pack induced encouragement worked. Our bunker doubled their fire rate, knocking down zergling after zergling, hydralisk after hydralisk. The sounds of missiles screaming from their tubes in the turrets drowned out everything but the chatter of gauss rifles. Bodies piled up outside, a sea of blood seeping ever closer to us. The zerglings continued to rush over their dead companions.
"How many more control?" the sergeant yelled into the radio. Nothing but static answered.
"Sir, are we gonna make it?" Garzetti, next to me at the firing slit shouted. "I don't want to die out here!"
The sergeant checked outside. "All right ladies, we're pullin' back! Head straight to that dropship at 7 o'clock! Don't stop for nothin'!" We all edged towards the door. "GO!!!!" The door blasted open, and we charged out.
A moment later I realized the sergeant wasn't following. "Sarge!" As I turned back I saw plasma burst from the bunker, roasting several zerglings alive. Garzetti grabbed me. "He's doing his duty, now lets get out of here so that we can continue doing ours!" That was how the battle of New Gettysburg ended for me. Garzetti slipped and was quickly overwhelmed. I decided then not to follow him into death. Now I regret that decision. I was the only one to make it to the dropship. Some would say I was lucky, others that I was blessed by some holy entity.
I know the truth though; I'm cursed. Cursed with being forced to live alone. I've stopped trying to make friends. I tried to get over New Gettysburg that way, but within a few days all of my squad was dead. Again I survived. The mental snapshots of watching the zerg devour all my comrades still haunts me. There is no escape. I can't run from myself. I've begun to contemplate suicide as a way out, but I fear death more than I fear my mind. What lies on the other side? I once heard some guy talking about Christianity at a marketplace on Braxis, but I think he was some kind of merc so I avoided him. He preached of heaven; a place were you went if you had acted as his God had instructed. Unfortunately, I don't know his God's instructions, but I guarantee they don't condone murder; which I've seen plenty of, hell, sometimes even partaking in it. That route could lead no where but to sorrow as well. When I'm fighting though.... my training takes over, and I no longer have to live. I can simply fire my weapon, not worrying about things like my own pathetic problems. I fight to live and live to fight. The bullets flying by, flying from my burning weapon. These are the moments I can stand. The moments that make me. What I am is fighting. Nowhere else am I content. War is the truth. Truth is war.
Well thats my first fanfic (or at least the firsr chap) ill continue if i get enough reviews, or some guy who realy wants me to continue. email me at gaun_di@hotmail.com with suggestions, or to see other works not yet posted. feel free to flame or say was good.