Author's Note: Next up, Simmons! Simmons will lament over Sarge's death, and wonders what is next for him after death...

Loss

Chapter 2: Simmons

Simmons's POV

Simmons looked through the sniper rifle again. There was no mistake. Blue Team were mobilising to attack the Alien's as well. Simmons sighed. Maybe the end had finally come for the team...But he wasn't going to let that just happen. And if he was right, No-one else was prepared to either. Even Grif seemed to be prepared to fight to save himself.

Sarge jumped off the roof of the base, and landed next to Donut.
"Hey, Donut. You ready to fight?" Donut nodded to him, and gestused to the Motorcycle.
"Y'know Simmons..Ever since I came to Blood Gulch, you and Grif had viewed me as...queer."

"No kidding" Simmons thought to himself.

"But anyway, I just want to let you guys know, that I've come to know you guys as kind of my family." Simmons guessed Donut was smiling.

Soon, the rest of Red Team had assembled in front of the base. Sarge was weilding his Shotgun, Grif had a sniper rifle, and a battle rifle. Sister hand wandered over from Blue Base, and was weilding dual pistols. Donut didn't have any weapons, since he had the Motorcycle. Simmons loaded his pistol, then strapped to his back a assault and battle rifle each.

"Well...I guess we don't need a speech. Just...let's not die out there." Sarge said quietly. "You too, Grif." Grif looked up in amazement at his words.

And then it began, the end. The Aliens were fighting a battle on two fronts, since they had to fight Blue Team at the same time. Simmons thought they were doing pretty well, as the Team had already killed about a dozen of the Aliens. Simmons didn't see one coming, but was quickly dispatched by a Sword-weilding Tucker.

"Watch Red!" Tucker laughed.

"Suck it Blue" Simmons said, secretly grinning.

However, the battle was about to take a turn for the worse. There was a small explosion of blue light, and then a pierceing scream. A yellow blur fell, and Simmons watched as Grif gave a yell of horror. Sister had fallen. Grif didn't have time to mourn; the Aliens were attacking in larger and large numbers. And the tanks had started rolling in. Blue Team's Caboose was piloting Sheila, and had rapidley taken down two of them. A tank launched a blast, it flew towards Simmons, and...

"SIMMONS!"

Simmons had shut his eyes as the blast was about to hit, but the pain never came. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was orange. And with growing horror, he realised Grif had jumped in front of him, blocking the seemed to be frozen time, and slowley, he fell to the ground. Simmons rushed over to him, put his arms on his, willing him to live.

"Grif...Grif! What...Why'd you do that?"
Grif reached up, and pulled off his helmet. A weak smile was on his face.

"I did it...well, I don't know. Maybe part of it was to see my sister soon...maybe it was because You're the only friend I really ever had...Do one thing for me...Win for us. Win this battle...you Kissass." He grinned weakly.

"Sure." Simmons said defiantly. "I promise you, Grif."
Grif's eyes began to droop close. "See you...later buddy." Grif's eyes closed, and he died with a smile on his face.

Simmmons gave a loud battle cry, and instantly killed a Alien with a punch. Again, and again, he killed Aliens, wanting to avenge Grif. A yell echoed though the canyon, he regonised as Church's voice.
"Simmons! Help!"

Sarge. Simmons began to run, running to protect his leader. But he was too late. Sarge was surrounded, fighting hand-to-hand with the Aliens. One activated an Energy Sword, and advanced on Sarge, and...

"NO!" First Grif, and now Sarge. It was too much. Simmons lost all reason. Leaping forward, he killed the Alien that murdered Sarge. But he was surrounded now. He fought for as long as possible, but he felt bullets stab into his shoulder. Gripping it in pain, he continued to fight. Soon, his leg was shot. On one knee, he stabbed another with his gun. He was shoved to the ground. He stared at Sarge's body. And to his suprise, it spoke.

"Simmons...don't cry for us. We worked as hard as we could...but I only wish...we could have gotten off this damm planet. Oh well...see you soon...Simmons" Sarge then smiled, which faded as he died.

Simmons began to think in his last moments. He had never considered religion..but now he wondered...where was he going next? Would he see his friends again? He looked up, and saw a Alien give him a muderous look. A slash came downward, and Simmons shut his eyes. As the last moments came, Simmons wondered if he'd ever see home again. There was a surge of blood...then silence.

NEXT CHAPTER: Caboose's POV