One out of Sixty Million

This is inspired by a rather unknown song to the world, 1/6,000,000, sung by Miku Hatsune. Thank Kanannon for the subs below!
I don't own anything, especially the war that caused sixty million deaths.


"The rain of bullets fall without discrimination on friend or foe

A boy who lost his leg stops breathing while being covered in mud

My finger that no longer shakes loses all its warmth

And without thinking it just changes people into 'things'"


Burma

Dashing out of his hiding place with a cry, Isaac let loose a rain of bullets on the people in front of him. It didn't matter whether they were friend, or foe, but he had learned quickly that a well aimed shot at an important person ended wars, not just randomly shooting.

Dimly, Isaac thought he heard a cry of horror and pain mixed in a orchestrated piece of agony, and spun around just in time to gaze at a fallen boy. The boy was young, from what he gathered in his quiet assessment, with blonde hair and pitch black eyes. His hair was mussed with mud and had a cowlick in it. What sickened him was that the boy had lost his leg, and was in the mud.

The sharp cracks of gunfire rang through the air, and Isaac dived to cover behind a tree.

What a wet, wet place this was, Isaac thought absentmindedly, and rolled to avoid more bullets. Strategically moving to the fallen boy, Isaac couldn't help but retch when he really saw how young he was. The boy was hardly nineteen, and the thirty year old choked at the wound the child had sustained. He knelt beside him.

The nineteen year old boy's only leg was peppered and riddled with bullets and numerous scars lined the boy's arms. He heard soft footsteps, and Isaac realized with a start that night was coming fast, and he was armed with nothing but a short dagger. A weak tug on his arm made him snap to the child, and yet another rifle was passed to him.

"Name…Lucas," was the blonde's final words as he struggled to give the muddy rifle to the older man. A single tear escaped azure eyes, and Isaac angrily wiped it away and stood stiffly, facing away from the dead teen. A loud, gruff voice told him to surrender, and he would not be harmed.

A choked laugh came from Isaac's throat, and the haunted cerulean stare bore into a pair of amber colored eyes. Instinctively, Isaac already knew it was loaded, and all he had to do was to shoot it. His finger landed gently on the trigger, and without any regrets, he sent steel bullets at the people.

As they fell, Isaac watched with a cold stare, and vaguely thought, 'I have changed something filled with life into an inanimate object, never to live again…And I feel fine…'


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