Love Struck
Chapter 106 - Don't Die Now
Normal POV
Death can be amazing at times. The pain. The torture. It's something not everyone can handle, but that all depends on what type of man you are. If you care for the ones you love in your life you know deep down you would do anything to keep them by your side no matter what happens along the path of life. You don't need to look far to see someone like this; just look on the ground. This one lone hedgehog has gone through so much just to get his family back with him. Think about this.
What was he like in the beginning of this and what is he like now?
This man has lost everything. From his brother down to himself just to see a small spark of hope.
He started with a brother and a goal set in mind. Can you remember what that goal was?
They planned on leaving the military so that they would be able to go back to their lives in North End. Then they left each other and it was all by choice.
Eventually this man came to realize he never had a family. He lost his brother the day he was left to die and now he is left alone in a war. What did he do?
He joined the other team.
This man turned over his life just to be able to see the girl he was sent to kill just a few hours before he was abandoned. He risked his life so that him and her could see each other in the halls, in the mess, and in love. And what happened?
She was nearly killed and not just once and it was by one of her closest friends and not to mention her secret admirer; and what did this man do?
He killed him.
Not just for her, but also for the one friend he gained for life the moment they started opening up to each other on top of the roof of the building that almost turned the tests of time itself.
They fought together, they worked together, they lived together, they did just about everything together. The man might have had a spark of love with the women of his dreams, but he also felt one with his friend, his partner, his true brother.
Ghost.
They might not look alike. They might not be the same. They may not be blood. But one thing is for sure they are bonded by blood. A pact they made with each other after their first mission together.
That pact pulled them together in the roughest of times and it still does today.
They will never break. They will never fight. They will never turn away.
They are brothers.
But now this man has no one. The friend is hurt deep in the heart of the enemy with no one to support his own problems he has to came back to face. And as for the women of his dreams…nothing but death has occurred. It took her and their son on the same day of the son's birth. That was the day he broke, the day he changed forever. Sure many things have changed in this man before that, but nothing compared to that. Especially when his own family committed the act. The same man who left him behind on that last mission. A mission that was suppose to be their last and what now?
What did this man do?
He killed him.
A blade through the skull. His body dangled on his forearm as he pushed further into the expulsing brain. The brother died that day and that ended the first war the man had to fight and without hesitation he ran for the next.
Pakistan.
The moment the war was about to end in Afghanistan, what had changed in this man?
He went back to his old ways and turned into his own nightmare.
He was going to be a father.
But he lost it all the day his son was laid to rest with his love.
Ever since he watched their corpses lower to the earth below him he has started a dead man's plan.
No excuses.
No remorse for the enemy.
No care for his own health.
He started to drink.
He started to cut himself.
And what now?
He has gladly fought for nothing. Not even his friends who try their best to help him through it all.
The paperwork. The fighting. The planning. The death. The everything. It has all piled up to this point. A point where he will do anything for a break. Even if that break is waiting below the dirt.
During it all the man has asked himself if he should just give up. Is a bullet the answer to it all? And in his head this thought has compared to almost everything else. He had no time for it. Deep down he knew that if he was to go the people who he now fights for would all die and the enemy would came back twice as hard and ruin any chance for freedom. He had no choice but to keep going. He can't do anything anyway.
He can't see his old high school. His old home. His old friends. He can't.
If he goes back he will be killed on sight.
He went from a low wage sniper who would do anything just to go home. To the world's number one terrorist.
This man has nothing.
The enemy destroyed it all. His records. His birth certificate. His life.
All this man has left is the only reason he fights.
To make sure that everyone can have freedom of choice. Freedom of speech. Freedom of religion. Freedom of everything.
No dictatorship. No fighting. No death.
Just freedom.
In the beginning it was easy not to see the problems ahead, but now it's unavoidable.
This man has nothing left.
At least till death came back to greet him.
This man has lived through it all and he is only twenty two. Death has claimed him at least four times and now he is back for the last time. The last test to pass.
The Test Of Choice.
A test that has deluded his vision. This test was suppose to be over but in the words of death himself.
"The test doesn't end till I say it ends."
From then on this man has had to do everything he could to make himself worthy of the life he posses.
Death himself has seen this man in action and he knows this man won't give up. He will break, but not ever give up. He will do what is right to get what he wants back. The only thing he ever had and the only thing he has left.
His family.
Death has promised him that they will be returned upon completion of a sacrifice.
The man never gave up and agreed without thought.
Death then took what he was and keep to his part of the deal. The only thing that went wrong was the outcome.
This man can't speak. He can't move. He's barely alive And now all that is left is to complete his end of the deal and it's fairly obvious to him at the moment and that is to do what he has been doing since the beginning of this torture.
SURVIVE.
Shadow's POV 6:00am
I was barely able to open my eyes through the pain of me somehow waking up.
I slowly glanced around the dirt to find that all the blood was gone. Even the symbol that was written into the stone had disappeared.
I tried as best as I could to look at my arm and as my eyes came onto the…muscles, I gently lowered my wet head back onto the dirt.
I cried and cried as I thought about what I was going to attempt to do.
I had only one hope.
Carefully I tried to push myself up off the dirt.
"AGHHHHH!" I screamed as more blood came shooting out from the large scab that tried to form on my arm.
"SNAP!"
"AGHHHHHHH!" I screamed in agony as my arm snapped.
The bone dislocated itself and I was sent to the wet dirt getting it all in my eyes and mouth.
I cried without making a sound and slowly I used my free hand to grab onto the tombstone that was my family's.
I carefully pulled myself up in tears of pain and slowly I was able to place myself against the tombstone.
My hand was completely backwards and slowly I grabbed it with my good one.
My eyes clenched in severe trauma as I turned it back.
"SNAP!"
"AGHHHH!" I let out a solid cry for help as my hand went back in place.
As soon as I was done screaming I lowered my head.
I felt like I was going to die at any time and slowly I looked at my legs.
They were there and able to move.
I remember them burned to nothing but ash and bone, but I don't think I will be going anywhere anytime soon.
My right leg has a hole in it. A bullet hole and it didn't go through.
As my head raced blood started to come out from the intense gash exposing my skull and a small part of my brain.
I had to do this and now.
I held my breath and slowly stuck my index finger into the hole.
All I felt was my insides. The bloody skin that lodged itself inside. The muscle crying for death. The steel that waited for me.
With nothing but blood coming out; I was able to squeeze my finger under the bullet.
"Ughhhhhhh!"
It began to slowly come up and in no time it shot out and onto the wet dirt next to me.
"AGHHHH!" I screamed as more tears fought their way outside my eyes.
Blood rain down my cheeks and slowly I felt myself give.
I shut my eyes as I was transferred back to the dark.
Shadow's POV Afterlife
Even here I was still in pain. My condition hadn't changed since I left.
I was still feeling everything as Death came at me.
"Are you done?" He asked as he knelt down next to me.
I stared into his black eyes with sadness as I replied.
"What am I suppose to do?"
Death smiled and placed his hand on my cheek wiping the tears that flowed out.
"You do what you have to do." He stated.
"What do I have to do?" I asked as his cold touch numbed my face.
"Do you want them back Shadow?" He asked as he let go.
"Yes. I do." I replied in tears.
Death slowly got up and stood above me.
"Will you do what is necessary to bring them back in your life?" He asked.
"Yes!" I replied in force.
"Even if the way you go makes this end badly?" He asked.
I hesitated.
"I don't know." I stated.
Death let out a light sigh and slowly replied.
"You need to find out what type of man you are."
"I know who I am!" I replied.
"Who?!" He asked.
I hesitated.
Death smiled and said.
"I can see it in you Shadow. You will do what you need to do to bring them back."
I stared at him as he said.
"We did the first part of the process to bring both Amy and your son back, but now it gets hard."
"What do I have to do?" I asked in confusion.
Death smiled as I widened my eyes in fear.
"Someone has to be sacrificed." He stated.
I felt my heart drop and I slowly asked.
"You mean…killed?"
Death smiled and I lowered my head.
"I know you'll do what you have to as a father Shadow. Lose one, save two." He stated.
I slowly looked up in tears as he continued.
"Don't worry about that now though. You need to go."
"Go where?" I asked in total sadness.
Death slowly knelt back down and replied.
"Go back home. The only one you know now. I will let you know what to do when your in better condition. In the meantime…!" Slowly Death went into his pocket and pulled out my chain from Maria.
He gently put it in my hand and finished.
"Remember what you gave up."
I stared at the chain and slowly I let one of my many tears fall onto the gold surface. The second it did I was released.
Shadow's POV 7:00am
I gently opened my eyes to find the rain had picked up and now it was turning into a storm. Afghanistan has never gotten a storm before.
I slowly looked at my left hand to find out I was holding something.
My eyes widened as I opened my palm to find the chain. It's writing was there and I cried as I stared at the words.
"With you forever. Maria."
I hope this is getting better for what is happening. I hope to see some feedback from all you readers and remember! GUESTS CAN REVIEW.
Also I just wanted to get this out there but soon I will be accepting ideas, fan art, Ocs, and more. When I get my laptop I will set up a new email and I will let you all have it so that if you have anything at all to say or share you can send it straight to me. Won't be till December.
mT Shadow