OK so here's chapter 3! it will answer the big question you all are asking yourselves!
Their still not mine =(
Seven felt no different. I guess I thought it would feel emptier or colder or something, but it still mad me feel like I was safe and warm. His smell still lingered here even in his absence, it was like he had never left and was getting ready to fight some crime. There has to be some kind of feeling you get when someone you love dies! I mean I could sense when he was near and I could tell his emotions shouldn't I have felt when he died?
"I Don't believe it Tank, hes got to be alive. I would feel it if he wasn't," he'll probably think I'm crazy but I knew in my heart that he was still out there.
"Stephanie," I tried to cut in but he stopped me, "There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. He'd want you to let him go." I could tell by his face that he really believed that, but I couldn't bring myself to. Ranger deserved to be fought for, he earned that!
"If it were anyone else Tank, I might believe that. I cant with Ranger I just cant. He's different, I can't just believe that he slipped out of this world with a whisper, I need a bang to prove it. And damn I'm gonna find my bang!"
"OK, just tell me what you need, I help in any way I can," this was why I loved Tank he was loyal smart and even if he didn't agree with me, he would stand by me.
Unknown POV
The crash of my mens boots against the floor mixed with the screams of our enemies filled the air, making it seem much smaller then it is. Dead bodies were strune about the floor, ranging from days to week to even months, the men were slowly picked off like ants there corpses destined to lay there until fully decomposed back into the earth. Left for the men to see, to make it known that this was where they were going to meet there maker. I ran from man to man each one telling me the same thing, deceased, another casualty of a war that has no end, another family to call. The last I found was a large man, just from his looks now I could see he must have been a formidable opponent. When I knelt down to check his pulse I found myself praying to god that he would survive, that there would be at least one man to take home to his family. His pulse was faint we hadn't much time.
"I need a stretcher over hear ASAP!" My medic hurried him on and loaded the man in our trucks, only then did
I notice that the fighting was over, there were none left. My troop took no casualties but I knew this memory would stay with them long past there fighting years. I felt old.
"Babe," the sound was faint and rasping but It clearly came from the survivor, hope surged through me. He would be OK, he had to be.
