I'd like to begin by saying that this is my first fanfic EVER. I actually
didn't begin reading them until about a month ago. Now about my story, it
doesn't follow the storylines or ages or relationships you probably are
used to seeing these characters have. Just enjoy the story, don't worry
about if it is 'supposed' to be that way, isn't that the whole point of
fanfics?
The wind was blowing softly as Charlie Nash walked down the tiny street. He was beginning to remember that London wasn't too different from cities in America. Just older buildings. Charlie pulled his sweaty palms out of his pockets and used them to smooth down his unruly hair. In his 23 years of life he had never been as nervous as he now was. He sat down on a nearby bench. That was the thing about London there was always a place to sit when you needed it. Charlie placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He had been here before, but that was four years ago. The reason he was here now, that was only a couple of months ago.
* * *
The shots were ringing in Charlie's ears. In this deep jungle he could hardly see which direction they were coming from. He couldn't believe it, his first real mission ever and it was a total failure. Now he and his best friend, William Guile, were fighting for their lives. At least they were together. Charlie couldn't imagine life without Guile. He insisted on being called by his last name at all times. Guile thought William, sounded too formal and Bill well just kind of sounded old. Suddenly Charlie was hit hard from behind and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Don't zone out on me Nash!"
Charlie looked to his left only to see Guile lying next to him.
"If we're going to get outta here we've got to stay together. We can't do that if you get your head blown off."
Typical Guile.
"Okay Billy."
This remark was met by Guile with a harsh sneer that eventually morphed into a smile
".Let's get ourselves and everyone else out of here."
The two men then began arming themselves with the few grenades they had left and their rifles. Charlie, who still couldn't believe this was happening, raised his voice in a battle cry.
" Men, come on, let's get the hell out of here!"
Charlie, Guile and all of the other men in their unit began an all out assault on their attackers. As they ran, men were dropping left and right. Some of them Charlie knew, but, thankfully, most of them were enemies. After 10 long, frightening, and tiring minutes of running and fighting, he could see the jungle beginning to clear into open land. Charlie looked into the sky to thank God and that's when he saw it. There was an enemy solider high in trees aiming an assault rifle to the ground. He looked over to Guile and saw the small, red outline of a laser aimed to his temple.
"GUILE!!"
As Guile turned his head to look at Charlie, he had to squint his eyes because a light was shone into them. Not a split second passed before he realized what that light was.
"Oh shit"
Guile rolled to the ground and quickly aimed his gun towards the direction of the light. He fired and successfully hit the target, but not before the enemies gun had fired. Because he had rolled to the ground, the stray bullet did not hit Guile.
Charlie watched as Guile rolled to the ground and shot the man with ease. But before he could congratulate his friend on a job well done, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and fell to the ground.
Guile raised himself from the ground and turned to thank his friend for the warning. However what he saw made fear bunch up in his throat. Charlie was on the ground and bleeding. Must have been the damn stray bullet Guile thought to himself as he ran to his friend's side.
Charlie opened his eyes to see Guile by his side. He had been pulled behind a tree.
"Shit man, I didn't think he would have time to get a shot off."
"It's okay, I'm not dead, just hurt, and you would have been killed if you didn't do what you did. But you have to go now."
"No, we stay together, remember?"
"Guile don't be so stubborn, you have to go now, or we both will be found and killed. But before you go you have to promise me something."
"Charlie I'm not going to leave you we made a pact."
"Screw the pact! This is more important!"
"Don't say that, I'm not going to just leave you to die."
"Dammit! If we both die she'll never know."
"She who?"
"Remember when we were first stationed outside of London about 3 years ago?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with."
Charlie interrupted Guile.
"I was with a woman there. I couldn't tell you at the time because she was 17 and I was 19."
"This doesn't matter now, we have got to leave now."
"It matters because she got pregnant Guile. I have a little girl."
Guile said nothing. Charlie thought he looked locked deep in thought.
"Guile, I have a little girl and she doesn't know me. I was scared away. I knew if I came forward and took responsibility someone would find out her age, that they would know. I didn't want to risk it.I was a coward."
"Charlie."
"I need you to go to London and find her mother, her name is Camilla White. I want you to tell her I'm sorry and tell my daughter."
"CHARLIE! You believe you were a coward when you ran away then and now your ashamed? What are you doing now? Your giving up, if you give up now, you truly are a coward. I'm not going to let you do it. Let me help you."
Charlie took in a deep breath of air. It hurt. Hurt real badly. He looked into his best friend's eyes. They really did kind of look like brothers; both of strong build with uncontrollable blonde hair. Then he reached out his arm for Guile to take. They hadn't walked more than 3 steps before Charlie passed out.
Guile felt Charlie's body go limp.
"Shit."
He reached his arm between Charlie's legs and hoisted him onto his back. Guile then began to run as fast as he could with his weight doubled. It looked as if the enemy had retreated. He knew they had when he saw a military jeep driving towards them to take him and Charlie home to heal from the first of many battles.
The wind was blowing softly as Charlie Nash walked down the tiny street. He was beginning to remember that London wasn't too different from cities in America. Just older buildings. Charlie pulled his sweaty palms out of his pockets and used them to smooth down his unruly hair. In his 23 years of life he had never been as nervous as he now was. He sat down on a nearby bench. That was the thing about London there was always a place to sit when you needed it. Charlie placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He had been here before, but that was four years ago. The reason he was here now, that was only a couple of months ago.
* * *
The shots were ringing in Charlie's ears. In this deep jungle he could hardly see which direction they were coming from. He couldn't believe it, his first real mission ever and it was a total failure. Now he and his best friend, William Guile, were fighting for their lives. At least they were together. Charlie couldn't imagine life without Guile. He insisted on being called by his last name at all times. Guile thought William, sounded too formal and Bill well just kind of sounded old. Suddenly Charlie was hit hard from behind and fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Don't zone out on me Nash!"
Charlie looked to his left only to see Guile lying next to him.
"If we're going to get outta here we've got to stay together. We can't do that if you get your head blown off."
Typical Guile.
"Okay Billy."
This remark was met by Guile with a harsh sneer that eventually morphed into a smile
".Let's get ourselves and everyone else out of here."
The two men then began arming themselves with the few grenades they had left and their rifles. Charlie, who still couldn't believe this was happening, raised his voice in a battle cry.
" Men, come on, let's get the hell out of here!"
Charlie, Guile and all of the other men in their unit began an all out assault on their attackers. As they ran, men were dropping left and right. Some of them Charlie knew, but, thankfully, most of them were enemies. After 10 long, frightening, and tiring minutes of running and fighting, he could see the jungle beginning to clear into open land. Charlie looked into the sky to thank God and that's when he saw it. There was an enemy solider high in trees aiming an assault rifle to the ground. He looked over to Guile and saw the small, red outline of a laser aimed to his temple.
"GUILE!!"
As Guile turned his head to look at Charlie, he had to squint his eyes because a light was shone into them. Not a split second passed before he realized what that light was.
"Oh shit"
Guile rolled to the ground and quickly aimed his gun towards the direction of the light. He fired and successfully hit the target, but not before the enemies gun had fired. Because he had rolled to the ground, the stray bullet did not hit Guile.
Charlie watched as Guile rolled to the ground and shot the man with ease. But before he could congratulate his friend on a job well done, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and fell to the ground.
Guile raised himself from the ground and turned to thank his friend for the warning. However what he saw made fear bunch up in his throat. Charlie was on the ground and bleeding. Must have been the damn stray bullet Guile thought to himself as he ran to his friend's side.
Charlie opened his eyes to see Guile by his side. He had been pulled behind a tree.
"Shit man, I didn't think he would have time to get a shot off."
"It's okay, I'm not dead, just hurt, and you would have been killed if you didn't do what you did. But you have to go now."
"No, we stay together, remember?"
"Guile don't be so stubborn, you have to go now, or we both will be found and killed. But before you go you have to promise me something."
"Charlie I'm not going to leave you we made a pact."
"Screw the pact! This is more important!"
"Don't say that, I'm not going to just leave you to die."
"Dammit! If we both die she'll never know."
"She who?"
"Remember when we were first stationed outside of London about 3 years ago?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with."
Charlie interrupted Guile.
"I was with a woman there. I couldn't tell you at the time because she was 17 and I was 19."
"This doesn't matter now, we have got to leave now."
"It matters because she got pregnant Guile. I have a little girl."
Guile said nothing. Charlie thought he looked locked deep in thought.
"Guile, I have a little girl and she doesn't know me. I was scared away. I knew if I came forward and took responsibility someone would find out her age, that they would know. I didn't want to risk it.I was a coward."
"Charlie."
"I need you to go to London and find her mother, her name is Camilla White. I want you to tell her I'm sorry and tell my daughter."
"CHARLIE! You believe you were a coward when you ran away then and now your ashamed? What are you doing now? Your giving up, if you give up now, you truly are a coward. I'm not going to let you do it. Let me help you."
Charlie took in a deep breath of air. It hurt. Hurt real badly. He looked into his best friend's eyes. They really did kind of look like brothers; both of strong build with uncontrollable blonde hair. Then he reached out his arm for Guile to take. They hadn't walked more than 3 steps before Charlie passed out.
Guile felt Charlie's body go limp.
"Shit."
He reached his arm between Charlie's legs and hoisted him onto his back. Guile then began to run as fast as he could with his weight doubled. It looked as if the enemy had retreated. He knew they had when he saw a military jeep driving towards them to take him and Charlie home to heal from the first of many battles.