Trampled Rose, Frozen Heart
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Gunshot. Fire. Blood. Scream.
That was all the air was filled with, if not the brutality of the war and the fear in the hearts of common people. Soldiers stepped over fallen bodies to the next victim. Another life taken, one more toast to his name in the celebration later tonight. The thought was joyous, bringing more vigor to his already corrupted mind which shows in the mangled corpse of his next target. And the next. There was no time to waste repenting. Spare None. Destroy the entire village. That was the order. And to a soldier, an order was an order. You can do more than ordered, you can't do less that that. So he continued, not alone but with forty seven other brothers in arm.
It wasn't hard to massacre a clueless bunch of innocent villagers. It was a matter of few minutes and the task was successfully accomplished . Victorious shouts and triumphant whistles were soon followed by pathetic cries, feeble curses. Women. The only thing that kept their bed warm at nights, willing or not, it was their job. Do it or die. Some women preferred death but only a few were that loyal to their dead husbands or that sincere about their abolished family honor. Yet, they always put up a drama. Tears and curses. Pleas and spits. Who cared anyway? They conquered the village and everything living or dead belonged to them now. None but the women and young girls survived anyway. Cattle did. But they were slaughtered just as mercilessly adding more delicacy to their Victory Feast.
"Hey, look at this one." One soldier called to his fellow man, dragging a young maiden by her golden curls. "Ain't she a beauty? I don't think I'mma join the feast tonight. She makes me hungry already. I'm sure I ain't gonna offend someone if I have a taste right now, right baby?"
Uncivilized laughter broke out as the girl whimpered in the crushing embrace. Unsatisfied man took pleasure in the vile act of one of their own man ripping at the flesh of an innocent girl. No shouts of protest, no gentle rebuke to let go. Each waited for their own turn, eyeing the broken women being pushed into the truck with less gentleness than a hoard of cows. Perhaps tonight, they'll remember the touch of their love in the reluctant body of these helpless beauties.
Corpse laid forgotten on the dirt, in the fields, inside their home, their blood streaming with the river water, staining their own bed. Trucks roared to life, filled with looted goods, livestock and woman driven and lead by victory drunken beasts. The village stood crumpled in a burning heap. If one looked at it at this moment, no one could ever guess- this once was the centre of life of the adjoining areas.
For, war, you should know, is like the worst bout of plague, that never leaves anything unscathed.
A.N: I don't know, its like a prologue. I hate war movies and there's one of my favorite books, "All Quiet On The Western Front" by Eric Maria Remark, it makes me cry. I wanted to write something about the war victims who did nothing wrong, about those men who turned into beasts just for the sake of it, for those few good hearted warriors who being on the wrong side of the line tried to stay human.
And of course, for the sake of another Rin-Sesh romance. Inspired by "All is Fair" a fic I accidentally stumbled upon. Helps and suggestions are welcome. Flames too( cuz I'm yet to be flamed. And I don't understand why people who don't like the fics waste their time reading & reviewing them!)
Till next time.
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