Ha, I bet you all were shocked to see an update on this! lol. I was planning on doing a sequal... honestly I was, but I figured it would make much more sense to just keep it all in the smae story... six chapters was waaaay too short anyway. This is a very short chapter but I wanted to see how many people would still read this, so please review!
Major-Baby
Hawkeye groaned as he felt something tossed against his body. He struggled to open his eyes and discovered an unconscious young boy, no older than eighteen, thrown up against him. Hawkeye straightened himself up and tried to take in his surroundings, however dark.
Stone floor, stone walls, no windows… Hawkeye could feel his chest tightening; damn the room was small. The boy shifted and Hawkeye turned to him, trying to see where he was hurt.
"You're new," the boy muttered, pushing Hawk's hands away.
"You've been here long?"
The boy nodded and pulled himself to a sitting position. "Forty-seven days," he replied, obviously not wanting to talk.
Hawkeye shuddered and laid his head against the cold stone walls, trying to let sleep take him away from this nightmare.
Margaret sat up as straight as she could and stared out the small window of the airplane. She could make out streets below her and cars, all glistening brightly as the sun reflected off of them. She sighed and closed her eyes, she wasn't ready for this, she didn't want to face anyone at all, least of all her mother.
The plane made contact with the runway and Margaret opened her eyes, watching everything speed by. After ten more minutes people slowly began to stand up and collect their things. Margaret sullenly watched them all file past her and off the plane. After almost twenty minutes a man from inside the terminal approached her and lifted her quickly and carried her down the stairs and depositing her in a wheelchair on the runway.