Alright! I got the next chapter up, and it's even a little bit longer then
the ones before (kind of)! Hope everyone's enjoying the story, and mucho
thanks for the reviews! But warn ya, there is attempted rape in this
chapter. So if that makes you uncomfortable, I'm just letting everyone
know so I won't get yelled at. Now on with the story!!!!
The war was not far from over, nor was it far from beginning. Months had swept on by, moving ever so closer to the battle ahead. Not just any battle, the battle. The one that shall determine most of these men fates (including mine). Oh, you're probably wondering about the little incident between me and Vicious? Well my predictions were right, as soon as he snapped back to reality and realized what he was doing; he threw me down and ran off. And I haven't seen him since.
But I didn't give up, every once in a while I look around for him. Hoping I turn a corner and see his face, see if I could be in his arms once more. I felt a glass bottle shatter by my head, and I immediately awoke from my day dreams and glared at my harassers. "Well, well, if it isn't the Fag! Hahahahaha!" It was the same man from before who threw my music box into the sands (with all his idiot monkey friends). I just ignored him and started to walk away. "I thought you got your self killed months ago, when you went running into that sand storm!" And as if on cue they all started to laugh again, still thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I didn't say anything, and continued to move until the man stepped in front of me. "Where the hell do you think you're going Fag, did I say you could leave!?" And with that he grabbed my hair and flung me down into the dirt. I was a little shock from the impact (since everything happened so fast), and tried to get on up. The man shoved his knee into my back, and I screamed out in pain. One of his buddies shoved a dirty rag in my mouth; cutting off my vocals (and my breathing). I struggled to throw him off of me, but it was no use. His friends were bounding my arms behind my back and holding my legs down. I turned my head to see what the hell he was doing, but was punched in the face before I could. Then to my surprise, he began to pull down my pants. I squirmed and tried to throw him off; like hell I was going to be raped, especially by him! I threw my body back and forth hoping he would fall, but it just made things worse. He pinned my head down using his elbow, as his pals held me tighter. It was hard to breathe through that cloth, so it just made me more exhausted and tired. I could feel his filthy hands touching me, and it made me sick to my stomach. Then I heard the bastard say "Lift him up" and I knew exactly what was in store for me. I was propped on my knees and then shoved back down; so that only the back of me was up. "So this is it." I thought closing my eyes. "My first time like this, and by that man! Why, WHY!?" I cried to myself feeling the last piece of my clothing being pulled from me.
Suddenly gun shots rang through the air. The men all jumped and got off me in an instant; God it felt good to breathe again. I quickly gazed up with hope as the cloak figure stood above me with his weapon, "VICIOUS!?"
The man took of his hood and revealed not Vicious, but a General, General Harverk to be exact. He had short messy brown hair and stubble all around his face; not bad for someone his age and stature. Harverk raised his gun again and fired upwards, "Okay, break it up! Be off with ya Whitman, you don't know where that's been!"
"Yes General!" Whitman stuttered as he ran off with his friends. Harverk then turned to me and lit up a cigarette, "You okay kid?" He looked at me confused as I try to talk with that rage in my mouth, "What was that, I can't hear ya?" and yanked it out. "DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT'S BEEN!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY, LIKE I'M SOME DIRTY MAN WHORE!? LIKE I JUST TAKE OFF MY PANTS AND BEND OVER FOR ANYBODY!?" I screamed at him, which wasn't the brightest thing since he was my General and the person who was going to untie me. Harverk just blew the smoke in my face and shrugged, "Sure kid, that's what I meant." That got me even angrier; unfortunately I couldn't do much but squirm around and shout some more making my situation worse. I eventually calmed down (when he unbounded my hands and helped me to my feet) and thanked the man properly. "So kid, let me ask you something." Harverk spoke as we walked back to camp. "Why do you have your hair long like that? You know that's just making you look more feminine and more vulnerable to horny ass soldiers?" This time I was the one to shrug as I took a drag off his smoke, "I don't know Sir; I guess I'm just a fag." That made him bust up laughing as he slapped me on my back, "Good one kid!" He chuckled wiping a tear from his eye. "Alright soldier, get back to your tent. And don't let me catch you bent over anywhere! Hahahahaha!" I gave him a smirk and then flipped him off, making him laugh even more. But my smile soon faded as I kept hearing that question throughout my head, "Why did I really do this?" I wondered touching my long strands of hair. "Was it really because I was trying to rebel against my parents, and if so why don't I just cut it off now? Why am I trying to look feminine? Why..?" I lay down in my cot and closed my eyes, "Perhaps it's because.The sky is blue." That was an old saying on Earth; it was just because. The sky is blue, the grass is green, I have long girly hair.Maybe I shouldn't ask myself these questions; it only makes me more depress. So I thought of happier things, like going home and playing on my saxophone. I took out the music box and cranked it up. The melody played and I hummed along with it. I even pretended to be playing along with my fingers; sort of like air guitar but with a saxophone. Hey it got my mind off of other things; even the huge explosions coming from..out.side? I picked up the music box and rushed out of my tent. Hundreds of missiles came soaring through the sky and into our base, destroying everything and everyone in its path. I grabbed my gun and took for cover in a trench. We were being ambushed, and no one had time to prepare.
This is it; we were at our final war.
Any questions so far? Errr.I'll try to answer them to the best of my knowledge. But till next time, the final war is coming! So it's coming close to Gren leaving Titan and getting arrested.poor baby! Bye, bye! Hope everyone has a happy holiday!
The war was not far from over, nor was it far from beginning. Months had swept on by, moving ever so closer to the battle ahead. Not just any battle, the battle. The one that shall determine most of these men fates (including mine). Oh, you're probably wondering about the little incident between me and Vicious? Well my predictions were right, as soon as he snapped back to reality and realized what he was doing; he threw me down and ran off. And I haven't seen him since.
But I didn't give up, every once in a while I look around for him. Hoping I turn a corner and see his face, see if I could be in his arms once more. I felt a glass bottle shatter by my head, and I immediately awoke from my day dreams and glared at my harassers. "Well, well, if it isn't the Fag! Hahahahaha!" It was the same man from before who threw my music box into the sands (with all his idiot monkey friends). I just ignored him and started to walk away. "I thought you got your self killed months ago, when you went running into that sand storm!" And as if on cue they all started to laugh again, still thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I didn't say anything, and continued to move until the man stepped in front of me. "Where the hell do you think you're going Fag, did I say you could leave!?" And with that he grabbed my hair and flung me down into the dirt. I was a little shock from the impact (since everything happened so fast), and tried to get on up. The man shoved his knee into my back, and I screamed out in pain. One of his buddies shoved a dirty rag in my mouth; cutting off my vocals (and my breathing). I struggled to throw him off of me, but it was no use. His friends were bounding my arms behind my back and holding my legs down. I turned my head to see what the hell he was doing, but was punched in the face before I could. Then to my surprise, he began to pull down my pants. I squirmed and tried to throw him off; like hell I was going to be raped, especially by him! I threw my body back and forth hoping he would fall, but it just made things worse. He pinned my head down using his elbow, as his pals held me tighter. It was hard to breathe through that cloth, so it just made me more exhausted and tired. I could feel his filthy hands touching me, and it made me sick to my stomach. Then I heard the bastard say "Lift him up" and I knew exactly what was in store for me. I was propped on my knees and then shoved back down; so that only the back of me was up. "So this is it." I thought closing my eyes. "My first time like this, and by that man! Why, WHY!?" I cried to myself feeling the last piece of my clothing being pulled from me.
Suddenly gun shots rang through the air. The men all jumped and got off me in an instant; God it felt good to breathe again. I quickly gazed up with hope as the cloak figure stood above me with his weapon, "VICIOUS!?"
The man took of his hood and revealed not Vicious, but a General, General Harverk to be exact. He had short messy brown hair and stubble all around his face; not bad for someone his age and stature. Harverk raised his gun again and fired upwards, "Okay, break it up! Be off with ya Whitman, you don't know where that's been!"
"Yes General!" Whitman stuttered as he ran off with his friends. Harverk then turned to me and lit up a cigarette, "You okay kid?" He looked at me confused as I try to talk with that rage in my mouth, "What was that, I can't hear ya?" and yanked it out. "DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT'S BEEN!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY, LIKE I'M SOME DIRTY MAN WHORE!? LIKE I JUST TAKE OFF MY PANTS AND BEND OVER FOR ANYBODY!?" I screamed at him, which wasn't the brightest thing since he was my General and the person who was going to untie me. Harverk just blew the smoke in my face and shrugged, "Sure kid, that's what I meant." That got me even angrier; unfortunately I couldn't do much but squirm around and shout some more making my situation worse. I eventually calmed down (when he unbounded my hands and helped me to my feet) and thanked the man properly. "So kid, let me ask you something." Harverk spoke as we walked back to camp. "Why do you have your hair long like that? You know that's just making you look more feminine and more vulnerable to horny ass soldiers?" This time I was the one to shrug as I took a drag off his smoke, "I don't know Sir; I guess I'm just a fag." That made him bust up laughing as he slapped me on my back, "Good one kid!" He chuckled wiping a tear from his eye. "Alright soldier, get back to your tent. And don't let me catch you bent over anywhere! Hahahahaha!" I gave him a smirk and then flipped him off, making him laugh even more. But my smile soon faded as I kept hearing that question throughout my head, "Why did I really do this?" I wondered touching my long strands of hair. "Was it really because I was trying to rebel against my parents, and if so why don't I just cut it off now? Why am I trying to look feminine? Why..?" I lay down in my cot and closed my eyes, "Perhaps it's because.The sky is blue." That was an old saying on Earth; it was just because. The sky is blue, the grass is green, I have long girly hair.Maybe I shouldn't ask myself these questions; it only makes me more depress. So I thought of happier things, like going home and playing on my saxophone. I took out the music box and cranked it up. The melody played and I hummed along with it. I even pretended to be playing along with my fingers; sort of like air guitar but with a saxophone. Hey it got my mind off of other things; even the huge explosions coming from..out.side? I picked up the music box and rushed out of my tent. Hundreds of missiles came soaring through the sky and into our base, destroying everything and everyone in its path. I grabbed my gun and took for cover in a trench. We were being ambushed, and no one had time to prepare.
This is it; we were at our final war.
Any questions so far? Errr.I'll try to answer them to the best of my knowledge. But till next time, the final war is coming! So it's coming close to Gren leaving Titan and getting arrested.poor baby! Bye, bye! Hope everyone has a happy holiday!