Bullets whistled through the air. Explosions of grenades sounded in the distance, and erratic gunfire rang in Gilbert's ears.
"Matthew!? Matthew!?"
He spun around, searching desperately for the familiar blond hair.
He heard a shout, and saw Matthew surrounded by at least four other figures.
"GIL! Gil over here! Help me!"
He ran. He ran as fast as he could possibly go.
He tackled two of the figures to the ground, knocking them out with a few punches. He turned to check on Mattie, who was fighting the other ambiguous figures. He hurriedly went to help.
Matt had managed to get one of the figures to fight him one to one and Gilbert took care of the other one.
In a matter of moments, the two figures were on the ground, with Gilbert and Matthew above then, attempting to catch their breath.
"That was .. incredible.." Gilbert said in between gasps of air.
"Well.. you weren't.. too bad.. yourself." Matt wheezed out, patting Gil on the back.
They stood up straighter, then out of nowhere another figure loomed over the two, the glint of a blade in the figure's hand.
Matt let out an earsplitting scream, and threw himself in front of Gil, just as the blade was driven home.
The force of the blow caused both Matt and Gil to fall back, the figure, disappearing into the smoke.
Gil held Matthew in his arms, pressing on his wound.
"G-Gil.."
Matthew began to cough, little spatters of blood covering his uniform.
"Shh, it's okay.. I've got you now..."
Matt quieted down, his breathing becoming slow and ragged.
"Mattie.. no no.. please..don't do this to me.." Tears welled up in Gil's eyes.
Giving a weak smile, Matthew closed his eyes.
Gilbert shook him. "NO! MATTIE! VERDAMNIT! WAKE UP! DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE!"
Tears now fell freely don Gilbert's face. "Wake Up! Please Just wake up! Wake Up!
Gil bolted upright in bed, heart pounding, tears still falling down his cheek. Mein gott. Was that dream real? Please let it not be.. please please..
He looked around his room, blinking rapidly, in hopes the dream would fade from memory.. no such luck..
Gil hurriedly picked up his cell phone from his bedside table, scrolling through his contacts to Mattie's number, and without hesitation, hitting the call button.
The phone rang once... twice...
"Hello?" murmured the soft, not yet conscious voice of Matthew.
"Matt, can... you please come over?" His voice still shook and he paused a moment, trying to calm himself a bit more. "I know it's s late... But I'm begging you..., please?"
"Be right over." was the reply the the line went dead.
Not 5 minutes later, Matthew arrived, panting slightly
Matthew was let in quietly by Gilbert, who was still trying to hide his still damp eyes, and led up to Gil's room as to not disturb everyone else in the house.
They sat on the bed, both quiet. By now, Gilbert's tears had stopped on their own, and if Matt didn't know any better, he would have supposed him to be fine.
But he did, and Gil wasn't.
"Was it some kind of nightmare mare?"
Gilbert nodded, feeling very unawesome that he had actually cried over something like this. Let alone call Mattie and ask him to come over. "Ja.. and.. vell you vere in it..."
"Do you.. want to talk about it?"
Gilbert nodded and sucking up some sort of courage began, though he paused often because the dream had certainly not vanished from memory.
"I dont.. I dont know where we were.. it was like.. some sort of.. of war front.."
"And we were what? Like soldiers?"
"I.. I dont know.. maybe.. there was so much going on around us.. gunshots.. smoke.. I saw people fall down and not get back up..and.."
"And what?" asked Matt, worry crossing his face.
Gilbert explained the majority of his dream, for it was still vivid in his mind. However, when he got to the end, tears began to fall once more.
Matt tilted his head, his eyes filled with concern.
"I... I couldn't react fast enough. He lunged at me and.. and you .. somehow.., got in front of me... and.." Another tear fell, "the knife went clean through you.."
"I held you, and we just looked at each other.. and then you just smiled at me and closed your eyes.." Gil sniffed and wiped away the tears, "and then you were gone… and then i woke up.. and.." Gil looked up at Matt, "And now here we are."
Matthew nodded. He had no idea what to say.
"Mattie, I… I'm really sorry for waking you up ... and for making you come here.. especially for something so ridiculous as a bad dream... It's just.. you died.. and I didn't know what to do.. not in the dream.. not when I woke up. And I... verdammt.. I don't know .. I just needed to see you.. or to make sure that the dream wasn't real or-"
A sudden warmth surrounded Gilbert, and for a moment, he felt safe and comfortable. Like the dream never happened.
Matthew broke the hug, and spoke.
"You didn't make me do anything Gilbert. I came because I care... because this past week or so has been one of the best, most interesting weeks in my life... You are a person who, for one, actually noticed me for a period longer than three minutes.. and stuck around for longer than a day."
Here Matthew paused, turning his head and scooting away just a bit.
Gil smiled and pulled Matthew into another hug.
"Thank you Mattie.."
OK First off... I'M SORRY!
I didn't forget about this story I promise! IT SHALL BE FINISHED!
The only possible excuse I have is that School started up & I didn't have time to write and neither did the blonde one.
I was originally going to make this chapter longer as an apology... but that didn't work out quite like i wanted it to... so instead you get this.. Apologies
I can't officially say when the next chapter will be up.. mostly cuz of Christmas and all that.. bu t I promise to not take another long ass hiatus!
Anyways.. I you guys have a thing you want to have happen to these two cinnamon rolls or a suggestion for whatever, feel free to Review or send a message to me! I always love hearing from you guys!
Ciao!
-Radish OUT!