Thought's = '_'
Talking = "_"
Native American = {_}
An Action(Ex. Letting out a sigh) = *_*
Projecting thought to another = ''_''
P.O.V America/North
(July 25, 1898)
"And then he greeted Death as an old friend…."
"Not again…"
I growled out as I opened my eyes to a dark room, the last I remembered was a sharp pain in my skull as what was most likely a bullet pierced it. "I didn't expect you to be visiting so early?" a voice echoed in the dark from behind me. I couldn't help the grin that stretched my face, "Death, my old friend." I echoed back, turning around. The entity in front of me had taken the form of a male body with black hair and sunken pale skin, chains wrapped around his wrists and feet which led off into the blackness keeping him tethered to this plane.
"So what happened?" Death asked. Tapping my forehead in emphasis I answered, "In a war with the Spanish. Bullet right in the head." Death gave a slight hum in acknowledgement, the pain in my forehead was dulling as the skin stitched itself back together again, I would wake up soon. Death could sense that I was getting ready to wake up too as he offered a slight smile, "Next time you visit try and bring that pizza like last time. It was delicious." "Will do," I promised as my vision went fuzzy and I woke up.
(P.O.V. change, Ralph Andrew Young)
Bullets and explosions sounded around me as we tried to push the spanish back so they couldn't destroy the railroad lines around the area of Guánica, Puerto Rico. "Keep pushing them back!" a strong voice rang out in the air. That voice belonged to Major Jones who stood like a beacon, blond hair glowing gold in the sunlight and blue eyes rimmed with glasses glaring at the spanish soldiers that still tried to push forward. The rest of the soldiers seemed to teem with renewed strength and confidence as they started to push the spanish soldiers back fiercely.
It happened so fast. One moment Major Jones was standing tall and proud, the next he was on the ground. I bolted over to where he had fallen, dropping down and examining him showed a bullet had struck clean through the forehead. Glazed over eyes stared unseeingly back at me. "Major Jones?" I knew it was useless but I couldn't help but try to wake him. Still sorrow and rage waved through me at my inability to wake him up. I knew better then to form connections to mortals, but Major Jones was one of those people that others flocked to.
I was so caught up in emotions that I didn't even realize glazed over eyes filled again with life until a ragged cough brought me out of it. The once dead Major Jones shot up letting out more coughs, "...Major Jones?" I asked hesitantly. Blue eyes shot over to me in surprise, "Oh shit.." he said in a low enough voice that I was 90% sure I wasn't supposed to hear it. I opened my mouth to say something else but he quickly cut me off, "Let's talk after the battle." he announced in a stern enough voice that closed any room for argument. He leapt up, not waiting for a response and jumped right back into the fight. I decided it was wise to do the same.
(Time Skip, after the Battle of Yauco)
"So your Immortal?" I blurted out as soon as we were alone, Major Jones gave a little so so gester, "More or less, yes."
"So you're like me!" I realized that probably wasn't the best thing to say but it was too late. "Your Immortal?" he questioned, eyes narrowed in concentration. "Yea actually, I was born on June 14, 1775. When were you born?" I couldn't help but ask, I was curious. "Ummm, Don't know. Sometime in the 1580s I think." he responded, my eyes widened in shock, compared to me and the others he was way older.
"This is great!" I proclaimed excitedly, "There's 5 of us now!" Major Jones tilted his head to the side, "There's more of you?" I nodded eagerly, "As soon as the war is over we agreed to meet up with one another at a small cafe near D.C. You should come with me to meet them," I explained to him. "I would love to meet them if you want me to," he said after a couple seconds of consideration.
(Time skip brought to you by my lack of creativity)
(January 18th, 1899. Location, Cafe outside of D.C)
Walking into the small cafe showed that the others were already here and Alfred would be arriving later. "Hey Ralph!" Denica called out being the first to spot me, sitting down in an available chair I gave each of them a greeting. "Die at all?" Fraser asked, "Nope, you?" I replied back. "Actually I did! Got my leg blown off, I was lucky enough to drag myself away and hide before I died of blood loss!" Fraser explained in wild gestures.
"I did find something though, or I should say someone." I guessed it was now or never to tell them about Alfred before he arrived. They looked excited as they leaned forward to listen to what I had to say, "I found someone like us!" I said in a low voice. Each of their expressions were different, Fraser looked doubtful, Ren looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Denica looked shocked but excited at the same time, most likely hoping to not be the youngest in the group anymore. I would have to burst her bubble there.
"Are you sure, Ralph? It wouldn't be the first time we thought someone was like us when in reality they weren't." Fraser questioned. "I'm sure this time. I saw him get shot straight through the forehead then get back up like it was nothing." I said trying to convince him, "I told him where we were all meeting and he said he would be here." Ren looked a little alarmed, "Or he could bring the government here." she mumbled. I gave her a light glare, she had her right to be suspicious, "He won't. And you're out of luck, Daxton." I said with a smirk in her direction, "He's older than me."
Denica let out a little grumble, sulking down into her chair. At that time I spotted golden hair out of the corner of my eye, Alfred was here, and sure enough he walked into the cafe, the door giving out a little chime. "Here he is." I announced, beckoning him over, the others turned to look at the door as Alfred spotted me and walked over. Fraser looked back at me, "Are you sure?" Rolling my eyes I nodded at that time Alfred made it to the table.
"Hey, Alfred," I greeted, he gave me an unsure smile as he looked towards the others but waved nonetheless. "This is Fraser, Reginald, and Daxton," I announced, nodding at them as I said each of their names. "Bonjour, My name is Alfred F. Jones." He addressed the others. It seemed to break the ice though as Denica started sprouting questions excitedly while we listened intently to the answers he gave.
After a while the door chimed open again and it was nothing new but the loud arguing that followed it was. "I'm just saying if we calculate the velocity and trajectory of say a watermelon or potato we could totally use them as ammo for a cannon!" A boy who looked about 16 with light brown hair and brown eyes voiced. Another boy with ginger hair and storm blue eyes nodded along. "You can't do that!" announced another with blond hair and green eyes, "We'd have to use a slingshot."
"Why did I bring you three with me on my lunch break?" spoke a familiar figure with scars littering the right side of his face. "Because we're your siblings and you love us!" The ginger haired boy stated, "Debatable…" the scar covered boy said loud enough for them to hear. At that time the blond haired boy's eyes drifted over to where we were sitting, "Oh no." I heard Alfred whisper. I looked over to see him sinking down in his chair to keep out of sight, looking back up the blond haired boy's eyes lit up and he quickly hit his siblings and gestured over to us.
The rest of their eyes also lit up except for the scarred boys, but he was forcefully dragged along anyway. Alfred had apparently given up on trying to hide but was still grumbling under his breath, "What do you four want?" If possible the boys' smiles got wider, "We would like to get another cannon." The brown haired boy stated. "By 'we' they mean them. I'm not getting involved again." the scarred boy announced. "Ryan, need I remind you of the last time Jayson or I gave you guys something that involved explosions?" Alfred remarked.
"Yea! It was totally awesome!" Ryan exclaimed. "Remember Jayson decided it would be a good idea to give Mason a cannon for his birthday. Where you two decided to see how fast Ethan could dodge and blew his leg off and I only discovered this by Oliver running to get me." Alfred explained. The blond haired boy looked visibly angry, "Oh yea. I remember that. You said for me to just walk it off then proceeded to laugh your asses off."
I gave Alfred a puzzled look who looked confused for a second before realization dawned on him. "Oh! This is Mason, Ryan, Ethan, and Oliver. They're...like me." My eyes widened in understanding, "How many more are there?" Denica asked in shock. Alfred developed a blank stare for a couple of seconds before answering, "Umm, about 48 including me."
"WHAT?!"
"WE'RE WHAT NOW!?"
Author's Note:
Sorry I haven't updated recently, been dealing with a lot of writer's block. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and till next time! Peace!
-Azar
Army: Ralph Andrew Young (Age): 22(Birthday): June 14, 1775 (Bio) Brunette, blue eyes, tan with freckles and a large scar under his left eye, 5'8.
Navy: Fraser Jaden Phillips (Age): 22 (Birthday): October 13, 1775 (Bio) Blond, violet eyes, pale, 5'9.
Marine: Ren(male named used, Reginald) Barrie Jenkins (Age): 21 (Birthday): November 10, 1775 (Bio) Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin with a long scar reaching across her right eye and face, 5'11.
Coastguard: Denica(male name used, Daxton) Troy Price (Age): 20 (Birthday): August 4, 1790 (Bio) Brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, 5'7.