Author Note: This is my own version of the story in 21st century breakdown (Album by Green Day). Please R&R, i'd like to know what you think. I know it's probably a bit rushed, please tell me how to improve!

Hope you like it x

Chapter One

A Bottle of your favourite poison.

With Christian:

Christian loaded his gun and looked around his hiding place. No one would find him here. Bombs fell from the sky and planes flew overhead. He checked the scanner to see if anyone was around and dived out of the bush. Two enemies stood nearby and he shot them down, glad that they hadn't killed him first. He ran down the path, keeping to the trees and his gun held tightly in his hand. Finally he made it to an open space, a war camp surrounding him. The English soldiers were flooding around the tents and getting injuries treated to. A sheet that looked like a forest, so that the other countries wouldn't spot us when flying overhead, skilfully covered the camp. A cry came from one soldier and everyone ran to their positions as they heard the word "INTRUDER!"

Christian ran in front of everyone, being the most skilled in fighting. The intruder was spotted and he put up his hand for silence. "Wait for it." he whispered. "Wait for it."

The intruder crossed the line they had drawn around the camp and Christian called out: "NOW!"
Gunfire echoed around the forest and the intruder fell down in agony. He was pleased that he had protected the camp successfully. He went to a tent and plonked his gun down. A glass of water stood inside and he took a swig. It was nice to have a rest at last. He had been fighting all day and now was tired. He looked forward to a sleep that night. He hadn't slept for ages, having not found any English camps. But now he could. He exited the tent and went outside, looking for a soldier he had been searching for. He never liked to admit that he missed that soldier…it would seem cowardly and weak. But he couldn't bring himself to put off the search. Again, he was disappointed. The missing soldier was not there.

With Gloria:

Gloria picked her way through the forest, wondering where she was. Her gun was on a strap, thrown around her shoulders. She felt scared. What if the enemy came? She forced herself to stay calm and think positive. She would find a camp soon and be safe, without killing anyone all day. She never wanted to kill anyone. It was just a horrible thought. How could any of these soldiers be able to do it? They must be evil, she thought to herself as she made her way around a thick tree. She heard some noise ahead of her and got her gun ready in her hand, wondering if it was enemies…or friends. She soon found out. A camp was in front of her. But it wasn't an English camp. It was a German camp. One of the countries they were fighting against. She gulped and fear flooded through her stomach. The German's had spotted her. Gunfire echoed around her and she dodged behind a tree. "Herauskommen und Übergabe." boomed a voice. Gloria had learned German and knew this meant: "Come out and surrender!"

Gloria came round the tree, hands up to say she did not mean to harm. "I do not want to harm you." She said, dropping her gun as she slid it over her head. The German's looked at her suspiciously. Realising she was English the leader came forward and spoke. "Zen surrender' to us." He said in a German accent.

Gloria nodded reluctantly and came forward. Two soldiers grabbed her and she winced. They dragged her to a tent and strapped her into a seat, making sure that she couldn't escape. That was the first time Gloria wished that someone could come and save her.

With Christian:

Christian set out to war the next day, after a good night's sleep. He felt much fresher, ready to win the war. His guns were in his belt and on a strap around his shoulders. All his equipment was in his pocket...everything was set. He travelled for a while, finding a few more enemies. He came across a German war camp and heard a cry. He looked in and saw a girl with black hair tied into a pony-tail being thrown to the floor, her gun on top of her. Christian's eyes were, for a moment, locked on the girl. Then he snapped out of the trance and realised that the girl was English...she needed help. He watched where the German's took her. Into the black tent. When the German's had gone to different parts of the camp, he crept up to the tent and slipped underneath, hoping no guards were in there. No, there was only the poor girl. "Pssst." Christian hissed. Gloria turned her head in surprise and almost cried out in surprise when she saw Christian. He cut the ropes that tied her hands and she smiled. "Quick, under the tent." Christian whispered.
They slipped under but German's caught sight of them as they headed up the hill. "Go on, I'll cover you." he said. Gloria rushed up the hill and Christian stayed behind, shooting as many German's he could. Gloria couldn't bear to watch. She didn't like to see people die. She believed that everyone was the same, no one was an enemy of anyone. It was this stupid, stupid war. She grabbed Christian's arm and led him away from the camp. "Why did you stop me?" he asked, irratably, "I was just on a roll!"
"I hate seeing people die right in front of me." said Gloria, a frown on her face. Christian scowled. "You're no soldier then." he said.
"No, perhaps I don't want to be a soldier!" replied Gloria, angrily. Christian made a face. "Then you can get on by yourself. Bye." and with that he turned around and headed away, though inside his heart failed him. Something about that girl made him feel...strange...different, although he didn't even know her name! He didn't like different. Christian liked things to be the same. He took a deep breath and tried to carry on and put that girl out of his mind.