Man! I totally forgot about this story. I can't believe I forgot to post! It's been so long… -sniff- hope someone out there still remembers this story. Anyways, it is leading somewhere… (yay!) and hopefully updates will be a bit more… regular.
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
"No, please! Don't shoot!"
A young girl's cry shattered his concentration. Three soldiers, pointing guns at a woman, seemingly the woman's husband, and their young child.
"Give us the money you owe us! You think you can get away with betraying the government like this?"
"We gave you all that we have!" the woman sobbed. "We have no more to give you!"
One single gunshot rang out. The husband fell to the ground, chest a bloodied ruin.
"Then you will give us your lives, wench!" The soldier yelled, striking the woman on the head. A wail sounding more like that of an animal then a human being escaped the woman's lips as she embraced her husband's corpse.
Strange, that. How something that used to be so intact, human flesh, could be reduced to so much meat in a single shot.
The girl cried out again, burying her head in her mother's arms. From where he was standing, he could just hear the woman's spoken pleas. "Spare us, please, spare us…"
"Hey, you!" One of the soldiers barked to him. "Take the kid!"
"Please, spare us! We will do anything we can for you!" the woman begged.
Another gunshot rang out and the mother's pleas abruptly stopped.
"Mother…" The word started as a whisper, yet soon turned into a shriek. "Mother! Mother! Mother! Father! How could you? How could you do this? What is your government trying to prove? Please…" she grabbed a hold of his shirt with a surprisingly strong grip. "Please… you know what I'm going through. My parents killed… assassinated by the government… please, do something! Anything!"
He cocked his head, lowering his gun momentarily. "Anything?"
The girl's face was as white as a sheet. "Yes, please! Anything!"
He stared at the girl. Strawberry blonde hair falling around her face in tight curls. Glasses, though rather bent and damaged, emphasised pale blue eyes. A pretty little thing, around his age. She couldn't have been more then twelve.
I wonder what she was before she was dragged into this bloody war. A student, no doubt. A good one? What does she want to do with her life? What does she want to be? What does the future hold for her?
Well… he knew the answer to that one.
The gunshot was loud against the sudden silence. The hands on his shirt tightened before relaxing. He kicked the girl's body away, turning it over with his foot.
"You don't understand, little girl. You have to fight. Otherwise, you die. Those are the rules. Fight or die. And don't trust anybody. Especially not… me."