That was two years ago. My unit was attacked and we had to retreat. When we went back, we got a call for help over the radio. One of our soldiers, Sophie, was wounded and has been on the battlefield still. As a medical officer I turned around, the rest of my squad had to waiting for us at the base.
Sophie. Brave soldier and a good friend to all. Innocent girl.. I will never forget her. I still see her face in nightmares. And I'll never forgive myself that I couldn't save her..
He found her first. He knelt beside her like some black angel of death. They were just a hundred meters away from me, but when I saw him, I was like paralyzed. I could not move. If I had not hesitated then, if I would ran to her right away, she might still be alive. If only.. Cursed 'if'!
But the truth was that I stood there and watched with horror at dark figure ahead of me. I immediately knew who he was. I have not seen him never before. Hardly anyone saw him, and he lived long enough to talk about it. But I could not be wrong. It was him, the demon in human skin.. Thanatos.
I was afraid to move, but he somehow sensed my presence, because he raised his head and looked in my direction. His eyes frozed me even more. Cold, empty, absent. Like not of this world. Eyes of a madman..
He rose slowly, majestatically. Black long coat flapped in the wind like a ghostly wings. Wind.. From where the hell suddenly this wind? Dressed all in black, black hair, strange black marks on the face and hands. All this created a surreal sight, as if Satan himself came out of hell. Terror is not enough to describe what I felt when I was looking at him.
My terrified grew even more when I saw what he was holding in his hand. Sophie's head.. He held her by her long hair, in which he stuck the wing raven. Sophie's eyes, frozen in horror, staring straight at me, her mouth twisted in a silent scream.. This view almost knocked me to the ground, legs buckled under me. But at the same time I felt a terrible rage. Shouting to the high heavens I started to shooting.
I couldn't miss. Not from this distance. I was shooting with abandon. But none of my bullets didn't hit the target. He stood there all the time, smiling slightly. He started walking towards me. I was shooting without brake. It's unbelievable, but he still went ahead as if he could avoid bullets. I couldn't believe my eyes. He walked like some machine or something. Leisurely, without emotions or rush. Systematically. Inexorably forward. Closer and closer.. I started to back away.
Suddenly I tripped over a rock. With barely I caught a balance and with astonishment I saw that I hurt him. He seemed surprised, too. I hurt him in his hand. His blood began to run down Sophie's face.. He made no sound, only his eyes flashed of rage. He just stopped, let out a ghastly head from his hand, and he slowly pulled a gun. Dark gun painted with the same strange signs, which he had on his body, and adorned with strands of human hairs. He fired only once. My gun fell out of my hands. He hit in my rifle and I am sure this wasn't mistake. That was intentional.
At times like this, a man stops to think rationally. You don't listen to reason, but you start to act instinctively. And then my instinct screamed at me, "RUN!"