Conner's POV
I smile at Alfred. He smiles back as a few of the states bid goodbye. Missouri hugs Penn and thumps him on the back. Georgia laughs as Michigan tells a joke. The Carolinas' just stand with their uniforms on, ready to go. Rhode looks at Washington, who has Loris on his shoulders. Rhode smiles brightly at me, surprising me. Our plane is called and I nod goodbye to my brother. He nods back. The states going to Syria follow me onto the plane.
I look out the window as the plane rises. I bit my lip as I send a prayer up to God.
We arrive at bootcamp a while later. We all file off and the plane leaves. Missouri grins at me.
"Oh look. Back where shit started," he jokes. I chuckle and roll my eyes.
"Yep. And only six months for us," I reply with a grin. Georgia smacks both of us on the head.
"Shut it you pains!" she orders. I pout at her.
"Why? Do we have to?" I ask. She glares ice at me. I look at the ground and mutter, "I guess that's a yes."
A Year Later
I duck behind a dune as a bomb crashes down, blowing sand into the air. Someone curses loudly and violently. I poke my head up and fire a few times, hearing screams and gunfire around me. I can see Missouri pulling the pin out of a grenade and throwing it. He dives down and so do I. There's a resounding "boom" as screams echo through the air. Texas, set up a bit aways with a sniper rifle, shoots. I look up and a terrorist falls down dead. I fire a few times and have to reload. I duck down and reload. I look over at Missouri who has a determined look on his face. As I open my mouth to say something, it seems as if time slows down. Missouri's eyes widen as his head jolts back, blood spraying outwards from the center of his forehead. His body lands with a soft "thud."
I drop my gun and crawl over to Missouri. He stares up at the sky with dull and lifeless eyes. There's a hole in the middle of his forehead and blood slowly trickles out. I put a hand over my mouth with tears flowing from my eyes.
I scream, "Louie! Missouri's down!" Louisiana bolts from his cover and slides in next to me. He looks at Missouri and his eyes go wide with shock.
"Oh crap. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap," he murmurs. He grabs Missouri by his underarms and pulls him backwards towards an armored truck. I follow and shoot every terrorist I see. Georgia sprints up.
"What's wrong with Missouri?" she demands. I look at her.
"Dead," I reply. She stares at me then looks closer at Missouri. Her eyes widen in shock.
"The Carolinas' are gonna be pissed," she says as her eyes harden with anger and sorrow. Missouri and Georgia weren't on the worst of terms as siblings. I look at her.
"I think you're gonna be pissed," I mutter. Louie heaves Missouri into the truck and closes the doors as a tear slides down his face.
"Rest in peace, Ezra," he murmurs.
Missouri's POV
I open my eyes to a snowy hill. I look around in confusion. Wasn't I just shot out in the desert? Someone clears their throat. I turn to see an eighteen year old boy in an American army uniform with a scowl on his face. He has muddy red hair, it reminds me of a battlefield when it rains, and blood red eyes. Next to him is a girl with gold hair with flowers braided into it and leaf-green eyes. On his other side is a boy with black hair in a light blue shirt and a black jacket. He has a powder blue bowtie with pink skulls on it.
"Who are you?" I ask suspiciously. The red haired boy takes a step forward.
"I'm the personification of War, but just call me Bellum. Pastel here is Death, call him Morty, and Flower over here is Nature, just call her Vitae. It's about time you showed up," he says. Death frowns.
"Bell, be nice. He just died," he says as he shakes his head. Nature sighs.
"Boys, we need to set this straight once and for all," she says firmly. She turns to me. "We have to tell you something important. Something that altered history," she says. I nod, waiting for her to go on. She takes a deep breath. "Conner was never supposed to exist."
A/N:
Well, that happened. Please don't kill me. Sorry it was so short. It was designed that way.