Hello again! Did everyone have a nice Christmas and New Years? I did, but
now I'm back to school and I had to hurry up and finish this! Sorry I know
it's been a while, there's just soooo much to do and so little time. I
guess that's what happens when you get older.But thanks for all the reviews
and support. I'm really glad you guys like my story (and shocked). Thank
you Usako for you nice review (I'm really not that good of a writer), but I
do LOVE GREN! LOL! And thanks to Lady Razorsharp! I thought that line was
corny (The sky is blue one), but I'm happy you liked it and felt it fit
Gren! Geez I have no way with words..Oh well! And of course a big thanks to
Mellinia, Lami, Amanda, Kaze no Iisuto, Calligohn Covens, Blade the Outlaw,
and anyone else who took time to read my story! I just think Gren deserved
more camera time, and I know there had to be something between Vicious and
him, THERE MUST! ;p Enjoy the chapter, I hope you all like it!
No one saw it coming; no one had time to react; no one had time to say goodbye...
The air grew dark and grim with heavy smoke and death as the missiles continued to destroy our base. I took my gun and fired upon my enemies, which was really pointless since I had no idea where I was shooting. But obviously they were out there because the fire was retuned and I fell back behind the trench for cover. "DAMN IT!" I cursed reloading my firearm. Suddenly there was an explosion near by; so close that I could feel the impact and debris push me across the hole. I wiped the dirt from my face and tried to get up, but another bomb fell right in the spot I was just in and sent me flying. I tumbled down the sand and landed on my back, screaming in agony. But this was no time to lie about; I quickly crawled under a safe spot and checked for damages. My hand was covered in blood, which could have been mine or someone else. I then checked my gun and saw that it was in one piece, so that was good. The cries of our men were soon dying out. This wasn't good, nor was it fair. But I guess war isn't about being fair or being nice. It was about winning and surviving; it was about being the one on top when it all ends..
The sky became clouded with blood as the enemy moved closer without a sign of mercy. I picked up my firearm and continued to shoot. I wasn't going to give up, not when there was still a chance. Endless bullets rained upon us as we tried to hang on. But we were running out of ammo, and the men who went to get more, never came back..I had a few packs left, but it wasn't enough to stop them all. But what else could I do? I was a sitting duck if I just sat there without protection, and I was dead if I tried to leave the trench. Suddenly I thought about Vicious and pulled my knees as close to my chin, "Vicious." If he were here I would have more hope, or be fearing for my life, either way. Vicious was strong, he would never back down even when the odds were against him. Just like last time he would charge into battle and keep on fighting to the end, or until his end..I shook off that feeling and started to fight once more. I then saw a figure descend above me and crash into the ditch. I ran for the man (when I realize he was one of our own) and rolled him on his back. I gasp as I saw the soldier who'd almost rape me, lie dead in my hands. I felt disgusted yet sad in a way. I put him aside gently and closed his bloodshot eyes, "Rest in peace, comrade....." I softly spoke "borrowing" some of his weapons and ammo. The gunshots became louder and I could actually hear them coming ever so close. I crawled below the trench and cocked my gun; I was ready for anything. Three men came by the edge, scowlering and kicking a side the dead. I could feel the sweat trickle down my face as I swallowed my fear. My heart pounded with each step they took, closer and closer to my spot. My finger began to shake as it lay on the trigger, I had only one shot. If I were to attack, I could get one man. But by that time the others react, I could take another down, but the third..It didn't matter, I had to take the chance. My breaths became heavy as I struggled to breathe, "It's all or nothing." I thought aiming for his head.
BANG!
I sat there shocked as the man tumbled to the ground. A single bullet pierced through his skull as my finger still lay on the trigger. The other two started to shoot at there attacker, but were both killed in an instant. A cloaked figure came and fired into the dust. He shot at the soldier one last time to make sure and then leaped into the trench were I stood. I didn't know what to do or say as I gazed upon the man, feeling my cheeks suddenly turn red. "Could it be?"
"So you are alive."
My eyes grew wide as I heard him spoke, "That voice!" The man then removed his hood and let his silver strands fall, catching my eyes with his empty blues. The gun fell from my hands as I felt my body ache (in a good way), "Vicious.." I felt so happy to see him, even though we were in the middle of a death zone. He leaned down and picked up my firearm and handed back to me, "You'll need this." I snapped out of it and nodded quickly, "Right!" Our conversation was nothing more then that as we started to shoot our enemies together side by side. I glance towards his way and smiled to myself; this is what I wanted. Me and Vicious fighting together, as soldiers, as comrades...
"LOOK OUT!"
I didn't realize it but someone had thrown a grenade in our spot and Vicious was trying to warn me. He grabbed my hand and ran across the hole, but it was too late. "BOOM!" Everything after that was a blur, but I remember pain. It hurt so much to move and to breathe, like if something heavy was on top of me. When I awoke there was only darkness, it seemed the explosion buried us alive. I gradually raised my arm to wipe my eyes, when I felt it. Hair, human hair. I lifted my head a bit to see what it was, and gasped. Vicious laid over me, unconscious from the blast. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Why did he, how could he? Then it hit me. When we were attacked, the impact must have caused an avalanche of some kind and Vicious used himself as a shield to protect..me? Oh God, Vicious! I tried to roll him off of me, but I was too weak. I could see blood around him and I cursed under my breath, "DAMN IT! SOMEONE, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!" I cried hoping someone would hear. But no one did, and no one came. We were trapped with no way out, and with hardly any air. I held Vicious tightly hoping the bleeding would stop, hoping that my body would help...
Hoping we would find mercy...
*Peeks head from corner* You like? A little cliff hanger there, but it's all for the best. They're alone aren't they? *smile big* what could happen next? I'll write the next chapter (hopefully) soon! TTFN!
No one saw it coming; no one had time to react; no one had time to say goodbye...
The air grew dark and grim with heavy smoke and death as the missiles continued to destroy our base. I took my gun and fired upon my enemies, which was really pointless since I had no idea where I was shooting. But obviously they were out there because the fire was retuned and I fell back behind the trench for cover. "DAMN IT!" I cursed reloading my firearm. Suddenly there was an explosion near by; so close that I could feel the impact and debris push me across the hole. I wiped the dirt from my face and tried to get up, but another bomb fell right in the spot I was just in and sent me flying. I tumbled down the sand and landed on my back, screaming in agony. But this was no time to lie about; I quickly crawled under a safe spot and checked for damages. My hand was covered in blood, which could have been mine or someone else. I then checked my gun and saw that it was in one piece, so that was good. The cries of our men were soon dying out. This wasn't good, nor was it fair. But I guess war isn't about being fair or being nice. It was about winning and surviving; it was about being the one on top when it all ends..
The sky became clouded with blood as the enemy moved closer without a sign of mercy. I picked up my firearm and continued to shoot. I wasn't going to give up, not when there was still a chance. Endless bullets rained upon us as we tried to hang on. But we were running out of ammo, and the men who went to get more, never came back..I had a few packs left, but it wasn't enough to stop them all. But what else could I do? I was a sitting duck if I just sat there without protection, and I was dead if I tried to leave the trench. Suddenly I thought about Vicious and pulled my knees as close to my chin, "Vicious." If he were here I would have more hope, or be fearing for my life, either way. Vicious was strong, he would never back down even when the odds were against him. Just like last time he would charge into battle and keep on fighting to the end, or until his end..I shook off that feeling and started to fight once more. I then saw a figure descend above me and crash into the ditch. I ran for the man (when I realize he was one of our own) and rolled him on his back. I gasp as I saw the soldier who'd almost rape me, lie dead in my hands. I felt disgusted yet sad in a way. I put him aside gently and closed his bloodshot eyes, "Rest in peace, comrade....." I softly spoke "borrowing" some of his weapons and ammo. The gunshots became louder and I could actually hear them coming ever so close. I crawled below the trench and cocked my gun; I was ready for anything. Three men came by the edge, scowlering and kicking a side the dead. I could feel the sweat trickle down my face as I swallowed my fear. My heart pounded with each step they took, closer and closer to my spot. My finger began to shake as it lay on the trigger, I had only one shot. If I were to attack, I could get one man. But by that time the others react, I could take another down, but the third..It didn't matter, I had to take the chance. My breaths became heavy as I struggled to breathe, "It's all or nothing." I thought aiming for his head.
BANG!
I sat there shocked as the man tumbled to the ground. A single bullet pierced through his skull as my finger still lay on the trigger. The other two started to shoot at there attacker, but were both killed in an instant. A cloaked figure came and fired into the dust. He shot at the soldier one last time to make sure and then leaped into the trench were I stood. I didn't know what to do or say as I gazed upon the man, feeling my cheeks suddenly turn red. "Could it be?"
"So you are alive."
My eyes grew wide as I heard him spoke, "That voice!" The man then removed his hood and let his silver strands fall, catching my eyes with his empty blues. The gun fell from my hands as I felt my body ache (in a good way), "Vicious.." I felt so happy to see him, even though we were in the middle of a death zone. He leaned down and picked up my firearm and handed back to me, "You'll need this." I snapped out of it and nodded quickly, "Right!" Our conversation was nothing more then that as we started to shoot our enemies together side by side. I glance towards his way and smiled to myself; this is what I wanted. Me and Vicious fighting together, as soldiers, as comrades...
"LOOK OUT!"
I didn't realize it but someone had thrown a grenade in our spot and Vicious was trying to warn me. He grabbed my hand and ran across the hole, but it was too late. "BOOM!" Everything after that was a blur, but I remember pain. It hurt so much to move and to breathe, like if something heavy was on top of me. When I awoke there was only darkness, it seemed the explosion buried us alive. I gradually raised my arm to wipe my eyes, when I felt it. Hair, human hair. I lifted my head a bit to see what it was, and gasped. Vicious laid over me, unconscious from the blast. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Why did he, how could he? Then it hit me. When we were attacked, the impact must have caused an avalanche of some kind and Vicious used himself as a shield to protect..me? Oh God, Vicious! I tried to roll him off of me, but I was too weak. I could see blood around him and I cursed under my breath, "DAMN IT! SOMEONE, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!" I cried hoping someone would hear. But no one did, and no one came. We were trapped with no way out, and with hardly any air. I held Vicious tightly hoping the bleeding would stop, hoping that my body would help...
Hoping we would find mercy...
*Peeks head from corner* You like? A little cliff hanger there, but it's all for the best. They're alone aren't they? *smile big* what could happen next? I'll write the next chapter (hopefully) soon! TTFN!