Author Note: Hii, second chapter is now up! If you're wondering, i did put a few of the 21st century lyrics in...though you would never notice them...just thought i'd say.
Chapter Two
No Place Like Home
The rest of the day Christian couldn't put that girl out of his mind. He kept falling into a daydream and wondering if she was okay. What if she had been killed? He shook his head. Why did he care? He didn't! Of course he didn't! He reloaded his gun in frustration, almost breaking it, and stomped onwards. But his thoughts began to drift again...not just to the girl but to other things. As if he couldn't concentrate. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice, as he normally would have done, a man coming behind him, gun pointing at his head. The man pulled the trigger, making and click, and Christian span around sharply. He closed his eyes, realising there was nothing he could do. This was the end. He was surprised to hear a sound and no shot came. His eyes snapped open and the black haired girl was attacking the man that tried to shoot him. When she had got the man to the ground, Christian quickly got his gun and killed the enemy. Then Gloria slowly got up and looked shyly at Christian. "I can do things on my own, thanks." he said, embarrassed.
"Obviously not." replied Gloria. There was a pause as Christian tried to think of something clever to say.
"I wasn't concentrating."
"Yeah, and you would have died if it wasn't for me."
Christian looked at the girl and tried to keep his cool. "Fine, it was the only time that I have ever slipped up. I bet you've slipped up thousands of times." he said fiercely and started off down the path. Gloria put out a hand to stop him. "Go away." Christian ordered, though inside he felt as if he was being touched by lightening. He felt a charge of electricity go up his arm when the girl's hand touched him. "Exactly. I do slip up. That's why I need someone to help me." she said.
"I told you, I don't need any help."
"You don't...but I do."
And that was the first time that Christian had ever travelled with anyone...least of all a girl...
"Where are we?" asked Gloria, looking around
"How should I know?" he asked gruffly.
"Considering you have a map in your pocket."
"I never use it, I just wonder around, fighting, until I find an American camp."
Gloria looked disbelieving. "Yeah...whatever." she said, storming ahead of Christian, who looked down guiltily, feeling bad. Why did he feel so guilty? This wasn't like him. This girl seemed to be changing him.
Gloria walked on ahead, feeling a little cross. Then, she tried to calm down and started a normal conversation. "So...um...what's your name?" she asked uncomfortably.
Christian looked surprised. He was so used to being called unit 32 that he had almost forgotten his name. He was never called 'Christian' by anybody. He had just become...unit 32. A nobody.
"Um...Christian." he said, blinking, "You?"
"Gloria."
Christian stared at the girl, a look of admiration in his eyes. "Nice name." he said, for the first time actually showing some emotion in his face. Gloria looked round and Christian resumed his blank expression. "You too." she said, turning back round. Christian let a small smile show and then wiped it off immediately, feeling a little scared by the sudden changes. He hadn't remembered smiling since...since Alexander...
He shook his head. That was in the past. Not now. Never.
They travelled on for a while, silently. Thoughts streamed through Gloria's mind. She couldn't seem to take Christian off her mind. She knew that he would never feel the same...he seemed to never feel emotions. He just wanted to blow things up, kill and just never talk to anybody. She turned to look at him now, from the corner of her eye, wondering what he was thinking. Was he thinking what she was dreaming in her head? She shook the thought out of her mind. Of course he wasn't. Why would he be? Christian saw her looking at him. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing." replied Gloria, looking away, not seeing Christian smile behind her.
Suddenly there was a noise around them. Five enemy soldiers were travelling over the path and surrounding them. Christian and Gloria backed against each other, worried. Well, Gloria was anyway. But Christian didn't look in the least scared. He stood powerfully, gun in hand, and got ready to attack. But something happened all to quickly. A man attacked Christian, bringing him to the floor. And Gloria realised it was up to her. She got out her gun but one man knocked it out of her hand. She took a deep breath and got ready. She had never wanted to do this...but she had to. Stretching up she turned a full somersault in the air over the watching men. Christian's mouth fell open in surprise and tried to get up, but the man had him pinned down to the floor so he couldn't attack. Gloria landed softly and grinned at the men, before spinning round and punching one man. Her aim was brilliant and she got him down. She continued, doing somersaults and punching, kicking and generally being too much for the other soldiers to handle. Christian watched in disbelief. Finally Gloria landed in front of him, the other soldiers wincing in pain on the floor, and looked down at him grinning. She kicked the man away from Christian and got him to the ground. Christian jumped up, grabbed his gun and finished them off, Gloria cringing. When they had finished he turned to her, though she tried to get away and carry on. But Christian put out his hand to stop her. Another spark of electricity went up her arm. "How did you do that?" he asked, trying not to look so impressed. He liked to be the best.
"What?" she asked, pretending not to know.
Christian indicated to the dead soldiers on the floor. "That." he replied.
Gloria shrugged and continued down the path gracefully, Christian staring after her in admiration. Gloria felt her heart beating fast, hoping she had impressed Christian. She tried not to look back at him, feeling a little embarrassed at his look of astonishment and envy.
Finally an American camp loomed into view. Gloria and Christian thankfully found tents of their own and sank down on their beds. They fell asleep thinking that the other didn't feel the same as themselves...not knowing that both of them were dreaming of the same things...
Each other.
