Hope you have enjoyed as of so fare. I wrote a poem in this chapter although I don't write poetry so it's prob not great. Well, happy reading.
Date: - 1916, December 25, Christmas.
Time: - morning.
Whereabouts: - France, local church.
The priest walked through the church. It was freezing outside and the cold had crept into the large building. He rubbed his hands in an attempt to warm himself up but it was futile. He carried on walking but then stopped and looked round as the feeling of someone watching crept upon him. He shrugged it off and proceeded to a second set of doors at the fare end of the church as a figure from high in the support beams quickly leaped over to get closer. The priest pulled out a set of kegs to open the door with as the figure jumped down and hid behind one of the churches old pillars. The priest swung round. He looked across the church before speaking.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" he asked, fear in his voice.
"You have to calm down a bit farther," a figure said from behind him as the priest swung round to greet them.
"Andrew!" he said looking at the masked man. "Don't scare me like that. I could have had a heart attack."
"Sorry farther, I couldn't resist," he laughed and then removed the white and black mask to show the once injured soldier.
"Maybe you will learn to resist once I am dead from fright," the priest said as he proceeded to unlock the door.
"Farther Roberts, did you see the papers?" Andrew said pulling out a copy of a French paper. "It says I am a war hero," he said with pride.
"Don't let the fame get the better of you my boy. I hear you have been taking incredible risks lately," he said pushing the door open. "Your not invincible you know?"
"I feel like I am," he said then darted in front of the priest. "When I wear this mask, I feel stronger, fast and like I can do anything," he smiled. "She's back in France You know?"
"Who? Anne?" Farther Roberts asked as he nodded. "Make sure you don't get your two 'life's' crossed while she's around."
"She's brilliant," Andrew said and smiled dreamily, ignoring the priest. "She's staying not that fare from the church."
"Do not mix you love life with Last-Dance," Farther Roberts warned. "It'll only lead to trouble. Finish your work before taking your relationship to fare."
"I know farther. I'm going to see if I can 'accidentally' bump into her tonight at the Christmas ball," Andrew said with a grin as the priest raised an eyebrow.
"Well I hope you have fun and I'll make sure Last-Dance doesn't bother you tonight then," he said as the young man embraced him in a hug.
"Thank you farther. I was hoping you would say that," he said then jumped off with a grin on his face and ran off down the hall.
"Young love," the priest laughed then carried on his journey to his office.
Date: - 1916, December 25, Christmas.
Time: - evening.
Whereabouts: - France, Christmas party at hall.
A woman in her early twenties stood at the mouth of the door. She looked into the hall at all the familiar faces that where happily dancing. She looked around but the one face she wanted to see was no where in sight. She sighed and looked up at the old grandfather clock that stood at the side. It was near 9 and not a sign of him. She turned to make her way out when her name was called from behind.
"Anne," The kind, French voice said as a man with slightly long, black hair circled her so he was at her front. "It's a privilege to meet you," he said with a smile.
"Hello, Andrew," she smiled back pleased. "How are you this fine night?" she asked.
"Perfect now I've seen you," he said as he kissed the back of her hand and she blushed.
"It's been a while," she said as she escorted her to the ball room floor.
"To long my dear," he said as they began to dance to the sound of 'silent night' that played in the background.
"Then let's not wait, lets get married sooner rather than later," she said with a plead in her voice.
"When the war is over," he said as she looked at him.
"At this rate, the war will never be over," she said upset. "I fear for your safety. I have seen the risks you make when you fight. Please don't do anything stupid and get your self killed Andrew," she begged.
"I won't be killed. I am Last-Dance, no mere man can kill me so easily," he said but she didn't look too convinced.
"I don't know what I would do with out you," she said grasping him tightly as he held her.
Date: - 1917, November 17.
Time: - Midday.
Whereabouts: - A Germany, town.
The men ran through the German town. It was a miracle they made it here alive and with so many men still alive. Pepper potting, they made there way through the street, checking each building and every ally. No one. The Captain then halted the men and called forth the officers of each section to come forwards.
"I thought they said that this town was going to be full? I haven't seen a single German," he said to the three officers who nodded.
"Maybe HQ got the coordinates wrong?" one suggested.
"Or maybe I've already taken them out," a voice said from an ally as the officers raised there weapons only to see Last-Dance.
"Last-Dance?" the Captain said in amazement. "You took them all out?"
"They were to busy waiting to surprise attack you that they didn't notice me slowly taken out their men," he said walked towards them. "South of this town is a second set of men. They have hostages from a British section and are trying to get information out of them. I'm not sure how long there going to survive but I suggest you get your sections down there. They won't expect you to hit so soon."
"And what about you?" one of the officers asked.
"I'm going to save the hostages while you distracted the men," he said standing up. "Attack the main building but stay fare enough so your men won't be hurt until I give the all clear," he said then walked back into the ally as the four men stared at him.
"Well, you heard then man, let's go," he said then the officers ran back to the section to breath them up on the situation.
The three sections quickly made their way to a large area filly with trees and wire. At the centre, a large building was seen. The building was like a mansion and looked completely unharmed. They carefully and slowly approached the building in hopes not to be seen. They then spread out across the building, making sure they were all hidden still. The three officers then dashed over to the Captain to get thurther orders.
"I want you, Sgt O'Brian to get your section to hold back and move to the right hand side of the building and take out any Germans who try to sneak up on Corporal Ren or Georges Sections," he said as the Sgt nodded and then quickly got to work. "Get your men to fire on the building once Last-Dance is seen. Get any Germans trying to fire at himself or the hostages."
The two men then ran off to their sections as the Captain remained where he was watching through binoculars. The radio op was at his side with his weapon drawn just encase. It was a good half an hour until gun shots were heard from inside the building.
"Get ready men!" the captain called into the Radio.
Suddenly, the doors to the mansion burst open and three men covered in blood ran out. Two more men then ran out with a third man held in an arm and leg as they rose as quickly as they could with the injured man. Last-dance was the last to come out as he thought off the Germans who chased after them. He slammed the doors closed and used his body weight agenised it.
"FIRE!" the Captain yelled down the radio as Germans began to litter the roofs and windows of the building.
The men opened fire and began to shoot down the Soldiers. The Germans quickly switched fire and began to fire at the sections and Last-Dance quickly let go of the doors and ran off towards the back of the mansion when the hostages finally reached the sections and then ran past and laid near the Captain.
"Report?" the Captain demanded.
"The building is a German safe place sir. A meeting is being held inside and their discussing the next plans to an attack that could end the war," one of the men panted. "Some of Germans biggest officers are hidden in those walls."
"It also holds a large supply of weapons and plans for a new U sub sir," the man that was carried by the two other men said. He was missing a leg and had a bandage round his eye that the first aider from Ren's section had put on for him.
"Then we need to take out the whole building," the Captain said then informed the radio o_O what to type. "HQ! This is Quebec Tango seven, over," he said then waited for a response but none came. The radio op 'll have a shrug. "I repeat this is Quebec Tango seven, come in, over!" he yelled.
"Ah, The is HQ Quebec Tango seven, over," the radio op repeated what he was hearing.
"We have found a safe place for German VIP's and need back up to take them down, over!" he yelled and waited.
"What is your position Quebec Tango seven? Over," the radio op read out.
"Grid…" he stared before Last-Dance ran past.
"DUCK!!!" he yelled then leaped behind a crate.
"What?" he asked looking in shock before a large part of the building exploded in the west wing and then set of a chain of explosions all across the building.
Bricks, rubble and the German soldiers littered the area around the building. The men watched the building burn angrily. The Captain then jumped up and ran to the hiding place that Last-Dance dashed behind to see that he was gone.
"Where's he go now?" he asked himself.
Over at the right of the building, O'Brian and his men were looking at the building in shock, not knowing how or why the building had exploded. He grabbed the radio op at the side of him. He was about to contacted the Captain for orders until the Radio op flew forwards onto the floor in a bloody mess. He looked round to see a large section of Germans running towards them.
"Fall back men!" he yelled as they all jumped up.
The Germans opened fire and the sound of bullets hitting steal was heard. They looked up to see last-Dance holding one of the wooden and steal door from the building up and as shield.
"Hold this for me would you?" he said as three men held the door up and the other four fired from the sides at the soldiers.
Last-Dance then jumped round to attack but one of the Germans tossed a grenade and exploded. The impacted hit Last-dance, making him fly through the air and hit a tree. The Germans then opened fire on the hero and hit him several times. He then sluggishly stood up and dragged himself towards the Germans section as they held their weapons to him while the other half of the section fired at the group that hid behind the door still.
"I'll be seeing you in hell," he said then pulled out a grenade of his own and tossed it at the men before falling to the floor.
The grenade went of killing a good half of the Germans and taking the others by surprise and flinging them out. The other two sections then charged over to help O'Brian's section and shot the remaining Germans.
"Is he dead Sgt?" one of O'Brian's men asked as O'Brian approached the blooded hero.
He checked for a pulse on the tux wearing hero's wrist before nodded. A hand full of rounds then fired off hitting three men. The sections turned to see over 50 Germans running towards them.
"Retreat back to the town!" the Captain yelled as the men dashed off.
A young woman's body lied still on the floor. Her hair blew across her face by the wind that silently crept in through the open window on the other side of the room. A small, green glass bottle was seen clenched in one hand that was on the floor at her side and a note in the other, which lied on her chest, near her heart. The note reads…
'My hero in a black and white mask,
Come rescue me like you have in the past.
A mistake you made was to give me your word,
But death has come and life now seems blurred.
No one can take your place by my side,
So I take this poison in hopes to be right,
That heaven we will bring us together again,
And in each other's arms, we shall remain.
From your dearest, Anne. Be with you soon.'