Back from a small vacation, yet suffering from a small writer's block... Small and small, it kind of has taken over my swedish brain, so chapter 7 might take a while...
Anyhow, here's chapter 6... Enjoy!
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-The Heart Of Snow-
Chapter 6: The Heat Is On
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The night was cold, but yet crystal clear. It was like the calm before the storm.
Grit knew it. When the first rays of light reached the soil of Blue Moon the next morning, a White Meteor-army would follow them.
He lit a cigarette, and pulled his coat closer around his body. He had only gotten a few hours sleep in the jeep, which lacked the luxury they called temperature-control.
"If the old man would see me now..." He mumbled and exhaled a small cloud of smoke, which quickly disappeared in the bitter, cold air. "I promised him to stop years ago..."
Grit sat back against the seat, and let his eyes wander across the night sky.
No one knew what White Meteors motives were, and Grit felt no urge to find out. He just wanted to end the war, go home and enjoy his first vacation in quite some time.
He sighed again, and threw away the cigarette as he laid down across the passenger-seats in the back of the jeep.
He watched the stars. Stars were the only thing that was eternal, his mother used to tell him when he was a child.
He knew better now. Stars did die, the process just took a lot of time.
Everything is dying in the same second it's born... He thought, and laughed silently at his own pathetic attempt to sound like a prophet.
"Screw it" He muttered. "I hate this goddamn war... Olaf and Colin's gone, and it's only a matter of time before I'm dead as well..."
The only thing that lasts... He thought. Is death.
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He was awoken by the sound of artillery-fire, and he stepped out of the jeep after grabbing his gun.
"Captain!" He yelled to a Blue Moon-officer who was studying a map under a tree. It was raining.
"Yes, commander?" The captain replied quickly.
"What's the status? It sounds like a friggin symphony of artillery-fire. I hope it's ours."
"It is sir. Simon is throwing his tanks against the hill, but we're fighting him off for the moment. Our outer defense ring is practically unbreakable."
"Good. We can't let him get up on this hill, captain" Grit said, pointing on the map. "If he takes this hill, he'll have a full-speed highway towards the city below."
"Yes, commander."
"Tell colonel Evans to issue all necessary orders up here. I'm going down to our outer defense ring."
"Commander!" The captain protested. "It's too dangerous, maybe you should..."
"Should what?" Grit quickly replied. "You told me that our outer line was unbreakable, so what do I have to fear?"
"Uh, nothing, sir."
Grit nodded, and ran over to his jeep. The rain was pouring down, and he muttered when he saw that all seats were wet.
"Captain!" He yelled over to the officer who stood under the tree.
"Yes, commander?!"
"Get me a helicopter!"
"Yes sir, right away, sir!"
"And stop calling me sir."
"Yes, sir."
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He slowly woke up, with an intense pain in his forehead. He touched it, and saw that his fingers were covered in blood.
Suddenly, something fell to the floor.
He looked at it, and bent down to grab it.
It was a bullet, of rubber.
He looked around. He was in a cell, without windows. The only thing other than the grey-painted walls was a massive steel-door. The only source of light was a lone light-bulb hanging from the ceiling, which was spreading its weak light in the room.
Colin of Blue Moon got on his feets. Strangely, he felt like if he had just returned from the dead....
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There we go! I hope all Colin lovers stop sending me angry mails, allright? Uh, not that I got any, but stilll.. Don't forget to review!
-DW