Well i Hope you enjoyed short little chapter one, now its time for the excitment, death, love, etc etc. So lets get started! this is chapter two of my Lovers letters fanfic. As you all know this is a tribute to my nephew who is a soldier. its based on WW1 and is in the year 1916.
i Do hope you enjoy Chapter two. and i do apoligize for any grammer errors. Thanks!
I will also add that everything in Bold in my Chapters, means he/she is reading a letter and everything in oOo means its a setting change.
Chapter Two- Why me?
Percy raised his gun slow and steady, his hands shake as he peaked over the hill moving a few limp bodies to get a better view.
Four, very tall very muscular French men stood over the hill, backs turned and guns pointed at a very familiar boy.
"Charles…" Frank whispered as he moved next to Percy in silence.
Strapped to a wooden stick Charles Beckendorf laid their eyes rolled up into his skull, and skin as pale as the morning sky.
"Faire le guet" one of the French men said, his gun clicked as he walked away his boots still rattled the ears of the watching soldiers.
"We got to get him out of there" Leo said, as he raised his gun slightly and switched positions to get a better aim.
"No Leo, if we do we will get killed to. I don't think the captain will enjoy four more men dead!" Frank hissed back, as he grabbed the tip of Leo's gun and pulled it down.
"You know the captain has given up hope, if we die he won't care!" Leo snapped back as he tugged his gun, trying to pry it from Frank's hands.
"Don't face death with open arms Leo" Frank mumbled, keeping a firm grip on the gun "Just wait"
The French man soon came back, a wild smirk on his face proved to the soldiers that something horrible was about to happen.
"Faire mourir" he said with a nod, the other men smiled and raised their gun all pointed to the limp body of Charles, the guns clicked and the shooting began.
It seemed like hours before they stopped, but by then Leo, Jason, and Percy couldn't watch the scene anymore.
"Prendre" the French man said. Percy lifted his head over the hill once more as he watched the French grab the dead body and drag it away, he sighed deeply
Charles was a good soldier…wonder if he had anyone to go back too.
Percy thought, adjusting his helmet so he could see clearly.
"We best get going, before those French get us next." Frank said breaking Percy's train of thought as they all got up and jogged back to camp.
Percy launched his body over the barbed wire and landed in a deep trench, his heart hurt at the thought of the limp pale body of Charles. Jason walked over to the captain's cabin, Percy knew he was going to report the sighting of Charles death.
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It could be my death Next
Percy wrote, his hand quivered as he finished his letter to his beloved.
With love, pure and true… I fight for you…
Percy ended, sealing the thin card, while pouring some wax over the opening. A few tears dripped onto the envelope as Percy stuffed the paper into his right pocket.
How will I get this too her?
Percy thought. Feeling lost as the horrible sound of bombs were heard from outside the cabin. It was just last night when Charles Beckendorf was shot and killed, and he wasn't the only one.
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"40 men, lost to the French" Frank said, his hand tied with red bandages. As he stuffed his face with bread so old it started to grow its own hands.
"40! If we all keep this up, we won't last another day!" he hissed as a nurse patched up his forehead and re patched his hand.
"Calm yourself Frank, it's not like you have anyone to go back too!" Leo yelled at him, dipping a bent spoon in some soup.
"Actually I do Leo. But you wouldn't know about settling down since you are the dare-devil type." Jason mumbled as he finished his hard bread.
"Oh, you want to go in that direction then do you Frank?" Leo growled standing up as he limped over to Jason, his fists clutched tight together.
"What direction? Left? Right? Where are we going?" Frank said, his mouth cracked a smile as he spit out a few gritty pieces of the bread.
"Hell, my friend that's where we are going!" Leo snorted, as he walked back to his spot and wiped his hair out of his eyes.
Frank chuckled "I thought we were already there, what do you think Percy?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say" Percy mumbled, his hand rested on his pocket as he eyes trailed down to the sour piece of bread he had on a broken plate.
"What yeah got there Percy" Leo said, his eyes locked on the pocket Percy's hand seemed to always linger over.
"Nothing…" Percy said, his voice almost un-heard as his hand slowly retracted from his pocket and rested on the sour old bread.
"Just trying to make sure I have everything" Percy added.
"Oh, so you're making a deaths wish already?" Leo joked, as he went to the door of the cabin.
"Join the club then Percy, because half of us already have one" a sigh escaped Leo's mouth as the cabin door shut behind him.
Everyone in the cabin seemed to stare at the door as one by one followed behind Leo and left. Soon only the bandaged up Frank and the death wisher Percy were left in the small cabin.
Frank seemed to never lose hope, but after Leo left his go-happy attitude faltered.
"You not the only one who gave up" Frank muttered, he looked like a mummy with the bandages, but a nice mummy.
"I haven't given up Frank" Percy countered, his voice stern as he pulled a small letter from his pocket.
"She sent me a letter…." Percy added "I haven't opened it up yet and when I think about it I don't want too."
Frank nodded, "But, Percy if you don't read it, you will never know if you have someone to go back too"
Percy released some air through his mouth as he looked at the envelope. His hands moved to the seal as he began to ripe open the fold.
"Your right Frank" Percy said, as he then began to pull out a small letter, its paper was worn at the edges but it still had the fresh look to it. His lovers' handwriting filled the page, as Percy began to read it out loud.
My dear Percy,
The letter began, Percy voice seemed to shake at every word.
The news I bring to you, is grave, and I do not wish to write you this, but in my eyes I know it's the right thing to do.
Percy faltered, as he closed his eyes his hands began to shake as Frank walked over to him slowly. Frank opened his mouth to say something encouraging, but Percy beat him too it.
"At this rate, I don't think I'll have much to go back to Frank"
Not Beckendorf!
Anyway hope you enjoyed Chapter two, again im sorry for any grammer errors, but i still hope you enjoyed it :D
See you again soon! and if you want send a review so i can here what you think about my story. Thanks guys!
