It's another chapter, and yes it's a short one (sorry Usako) :p I will try
to make them longer, but it's hard to write when you got no life *Blames
school and work* Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
The countless battles and bloodshed, That can never be ended. Drowning each day, With wounds that can't be tended. Hoping one day, I will never wake up. Hoping one day, I will triumph.
I kept telling myself it was only a dream, that none of it had ever happened. And whether not it was a dream or a nightmare, it was very real. That Vicious lay in his bed clinging for life; shot in the chest by the meaningless war. I stood by his side all day and night for the past week, praying he would open his eyes and look at me once more. That horrid scene kept replaying in my head, never letting me forget what had happened to him because of me. Yes me, I blamed myself for Vicious suffering. If I had been there in time to help him in, this would of never have happened.
I suddenly noticed Vicious stirring and felt myself overcome with joy. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes, gazing at me with those baby blues. I smiled and sat back in the chair, "Welcome back Vicious." I could tell he was dazed and confused, even though he still had that emotionless expression on his face. "Why am I alive?" He asked coldly staring at his hands. "Because I wasn't going to let you die out there like that." I answered coolly still with that smile on my lips. He then threw off his blanket exposing his bare chest and touched the bandages softly. I started to blush from the sight of his half naked self and feel very hot all around.I cleared my throat and decided to look away before I seemed obvious, before he noticed I had a..
"Did you do this?"
"Huh?" I glanced back at him noticing he was pointing to the bandages. "Uh yes I did, you see you were shot in the chest and were bleeding eternally, so the Doctor had to pull the bullet out and I wrapped you up and."
"You should of let me die."
The room fell silent as I just stood there speechless, "Let you die?" I thought having heard those words before. "So you don't care about your life huh?" I spoke resting my head upon my hand. "I know how you feel Vicious, because I'm just like that. I didn't care if I lived or not, because I had no one waiting for me or caring if I died. I would just be another nameless soldier in the crowd, forgotten and left to rot in my grave and."
"I never said that." Vicious interrupted glaring down at me with eyes of ice. "You should of let me die because it was a mistake to let me live. A mistake you will surly pay for."
He then got out of bed and snatched his jacket, storming out of the tent. I didn't move from my spot as I continued to hear his words inside my head, "A mistake you will surly pay for."
"What did he mean by that?" I wondered resting upon the bed. I lightly stroked the sheets and smiled, smelling his scent all over the covers. These feelings I was having were becoming more and more invigorating each day, feelings I never had before.For some reason, I had this sudden urge to go after him. I mean come on, I've been waiting all this time to see if he was okay and he leaves just like that. So the next thing I know, I'm chasing after him. He moved pretty quickly for someone who'd been shot in the chest and comatose for about a week. I searched everywhere for that man, in all the tents, ditches, and even are so called Porto potties. But I found nothing.
I was getting tired of running around looking for him, so I rested against a vacant trench wall and sighed. "Why?" I pondered to myself. "Why am I doing this? I'm such an idiot." I placed my hand in my pocket and held the music box tightly, letting myself relax. I could hear the melody play in my head and I started to imagine myself back at home playing it on my sax, "Perhaps that's my goal to make it out of here alive." I thought ignoring everything around me. Of course that was my first mistake, besides wandering off alone. Because the next thing I knew an arm wrapped around my neck and pulled it tight, cutting off my circulation. Whoever it was they were strong, strong enough to lift me up as they choked me. I struggled to get free, kicking about and trying to get support with my arms, but to no avail. I was losing oxygen, and moving around wasn't helping the situation. Finally they let go, and I stumbled to the ground gasping for air. I was on my hands and knees hunched over; "Damn they really had a good grip." I then noticed their boots saunter over to me and stop right in front of my face. I slowly gazed up and felt a sharp pain hit my chest as I saw who my attacker was.
"It can't be.........VICIOUS?!"
Oooo...Cliff hanger, my bad. Oh why Vicious, why? Can't we all just get along, and can't you be nicer to poor Gren? Next chapter soon, Will Gren be able to tell Vicious and himself how he feels? We'll see :) Bye for now!
The countless battles and bloodshed, That can never be ended. Drowning each day, With wounds that can't be tended. Hoping one day, I will never wake up. Hoping one day, I will triumph.
I kept telling myself it was only a dream, that none of it had ever happened. And whether not it was a dream or a nightmare, it was very real. That Vicious lay in his bed clinging for life; shot in the chest by the meaningless war. I stood by his side all day and night for the past week, praying he would open his eyes and look at me once more. That horrid scene kept replaying in my head, never letting me forget what had happened to him because of me. Yes me, I blamed myself for Vicious suffering. If I had been there in time to help him in, this would of never have happened.
I suddenly noticed Vicious stirring and felt myself overcome with joy. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes, gazing at me with those baby blues. I smiled and sat back in the chair, "Welcome back Vicious." I could tell he was dazed and confused, even though he still had that emotionless expression on his face. "Why am I alive?" He asked coldly staring at his hands. "Because I wasn't going to let you die out there like that." I answered coolly still with that smile on my lips. He then threw off his blanket exposing his bare chest and touched the bandages softly. I started to blush from the sight of his half naked self and feel very hot all around.I cleared my throat and decided to look away before I seemed obvious, before he noticed I had a..
"Did you do this?"
"Huh?" I glanced back at him noticing he was pointing to the bandages. "Uh yes I did, you see you were shot in the chest and were bleeding eternally, so the Doctor had to pull the bullet out and I wrapped you up and."
"You should of let me die."
The room fell silent as I just stood there speechless, "Let you die?" I thought having heard those words before. "So you don't care about your life huh?" I spoke resting my head upon my hand. "I know how you feel Vicious, because I'm just like that. I didn't care if I lived or not, because I had no one waiting for me or caring if I died. I would just be another nameless soldier in the crowd, forgotten and left to rot in my grave and."
"I never said that." Vicious interrupted glaring down at me with eyes of ice. "You should of let me die because it was a mistake to let me live. A mistake you will surly pay for."
He then got out of bed and snatched his jacket, storming out of the tent. I didn't move from my spot as I continued to hear his words inside my head, "A mistake you will surly pay for."
"What did he mean by that?" I wondered resting upon the bed. I lightly stroked the sheets and smiled, smelling his scent all over the covers. These feelings I was having were becoming more and more invigorating each day, feelings I never had before.For some reason, I had this sudden urge to go after him. I mean come on, I've been waiting all this time to see if he was okay and he leaves just like that. So the next thing I know, I'm chasing after him. He moved pretty quickly for someone who'd been shot in the chest and comatose for about a week. I searched everywhere for that man, in all the tents, ditches, and even are so called Porto potties. But I found nothing.
I was getting tired of running around looking for him, so I rested against a vacant trench wall and sighed. "Why?" I pondered to myself. "Why am I doing this? I'm such an idiot." I placed my hand in my pocket and held the music box tightly, letting myself relax. I could hear the melody play in my head and I started to imagine myself back at home playing it on my sax, "Perhaps that's my goal to make it out of here alive." I thought ignoring everything around me. Of course that was my first mistake, besides wandering off alone. Because the next thing I knew an arm wrapped around my neck and pulled it tight, cutting off my circulation. Whoever it was they were strong, strong enough to lift me up as they choked me. I struggled to get free, kicking about and trying to get support with my arms, but to no avail. I was losing oxygen, and moving around wasn't helping the situation. Finally they let go, and I stumbled to the ground gasping for air. I was on my hands and knees hunched over; "Damn they really had a good grip." I then noticed their boots saunter over to me and stop right in front of my face. I slowly gazed up and felt a sharp pain hit my chest as I saw who my attacker was.
"It can't be.........VICIOUS?!"
Oooo...Cliff hanger, my bad. Oh why Vicious, why? Can't we all just get along, and can't you be nicer to poor Gren? Next chapter soon, Will Gren be able to tell Vicious and himself how he feels? We'll see :) Bye for now!