A/N: Okay so second chapter! Enjoy!
Hesh wasn't going to fool me, pain was written all over his face but not everything was misery. His face had a small smile, it seemed as if he was struggling to keep that smile but he didn't care. He turned around to the sea in front of us and we both waited for the recon team in silence. It wasn't long that the last of the Loki missiles left my attention but slow thuds that were almost stone deaf came to my attention. The small berly audible thuds were consuming me! I wanted to know where they were coming from, I turned to all directions. When I turned to my right side, I was received but a powerful kick returning a throbbing headache. I was losing my vision but I wasn't going to let this limit me. So as soon as I got a glint of my tanto blade in my left pocket, I grabbed it as I could and tried to stab the hostile. There wasn't a scream of agony not even a grunt that showed that I got my opponent. Instead there was a sickening crack. My right arm was being twisted into an angle it didn't look nor feel right. This wasn't helping with my headache and now an even more pernicious pain was introduced.
A small grunt escaped from my lips and hesh turned around. The figure quickly went to hesh and kicked him hard enough to send him unconscious. I too was slipping from consciousness but maintained myself awake, I wanted to know who it was and why he was doing this. My arm was getting sore and stood in front of me. My eyes were getting heavy and I could feel my body shaking. As I got some of my vision I saw a bulky figure with one arm around his side. If I wasn't that tired my eyes would have widen when I recognized who it was. "Rorke" I managed to say with a shaken tone. Rorke was bleeding immensely and still managed to stay standing and fighting? He should be good as dead under the train wreckage. But for one reason he was still alive and was here having us under his feet unable to fight back. I lowed my head to ease the headache that was returning and noticed hesh gaining consciousness. We would have a chance if I distracted him and hesh tried to do something.
"H-How is it that y-your still alive?" I said keeping eye contact with him. He stared at me for a few seconds then his face turned into a achingly expression. He was losing too much blood and wasn't going to last much if he kept it up. Rorke leaned closer to my sitting position and began to fix his composure. "Your good, you would've been a hell of a ghost, but there ain't going to be any ghosts, we're going to destroy them together." I couldn't believe what rorke was saying he wanted me to join him kill the ghosts, the remaining of my family. Hesh was now wide awake and heard the last thing rorke had just said. "GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!" hesh yelled and launched himself toward rorke punching him in his wounded side. Rorke stumbled backwards and fell to his knees, breathing rapidly.
In an instant the sand began to lift.