Hey all! Sorry for the long time between updates. I just had a brain fart and hate writing when I have no inspiration. But I have dug down hard and found some. Hopefully this is a decent chapter. The next chapter will be up fairly quickly…I just wanted to post this shortly one.
Thanks for all the reviews!
And I must say a very sarcastic 'thanks' for all the death threats from people if I kill off PB.
Just for all of those: Read at your own risk! Muhahaha! ;)
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And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
--Tom Waits
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Pony's POV:
What happened?
Why does my head hurt?
Why…why…
Why am I tied to a tree?
With a groan, I tried to tug my arms, which were being held back by something. I couldn't. They were tied behind me, wrapped around the trunk of a medium-sized tree. Gingerly, I moved my neck trying to sort out my surroundings and my memories.
If this was the squad's idea of a joke it wasn't funny…
"Oh shit," I said aloud, suddenly remembering what had happened. "I am fu-"
A loud noise made me jerk my head around. I cringed at the throbbing and squinted at the approaching figures. Two Vietcong stood before me, brandishing weapons. They stared at me and spoke to each other in Vietnamese.
They must've noticed that I was staring, because they broke off and abruptly started yelling at me. One of their guns had dried blood on the butt of the handle. Mine, I supposed wryly. "Thanks, you asshole!" I yelled back angrily.
I couldn't help it.
Their jabbering cut short. The younger VC knelt down to my eye level. Then he slapped me hard across the face. Whip lashed, I breathed heavily, tears of pain stinging my eyes. He reached around me and cut my ties. I must have looked like I was going to run because the older VC trained his gun on me.
I was pushed to my feet and the ties were once again bound around my wrists. My head pounded but I stayed still.
The older VC-The Boss- pointed at me with his index finger and then towards the inside of the jungle. "Come. Us, pris-ner."
I almost ran. Almost.
However, as much as I wanted to, as much as my chances depended on it, I knew I couldn't. I barely had the strength to fight back. My head hurt so bad I would have fallen flat on my face had I tried to make a break for it.
Oh yeah. And then my happy-go-lucky captors would have gunned me down. I had no doubt about that.
Escape would have to wait for a better time. Hopefully it would come soon, because I didn't want to see where these two were taking me. I shuddered thinking of the horrors I had heard about at the prisoner of war camps.
Grimly, I knew it would be over my dead body…and my choice. There was no way I would be walking into one.
The Boss fingered my dog tags. Violently, I pulled away from him. He laughed and his hand ripped them from my neck.
"Hey!" I protested, trying to raise my bound arms. He twirled them in his hands once, said something to the younger Charlie and then tossed them into the jungle. They were lost among the twigs and leaves.
Quietly, almost threateningly, I said, "They're going to find me. Then you'll be sorry."
It seemed funny to me that when I said this I thought not of my squad but of my brothers, Two-Bit and even Steve.
The two VC both looked at each other. The Boss seeming to understand my threat and not liking it slammed the butt of the gun into my ribs. I heard a cracking and doubled over, wheezing, cringing at the new fire in my chest.
I laughed uncontrollably. The Socs had nothing on these guys.
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Yes-He was taken captive. Ha! I laugh in the face of all your negative reviews.
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