AN: QUICK ANNOUNCEMENT!!
MY SCHOOL BREAK IS ALMOST OVER, AND WHEN I GET BECK TO COLLEGE, I MIGHT NOT MAKE MANY CHAPTERS AS BEFORE OR I MIGHT EVEN MAKE A PAUSE ON THE STORIES UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. BUT DON'T LOOSE HOPE ON ME!! THIS STORY WILL LAST LONGER THEN YOU THINK!!
Answering comments:
-Guest: Interesring looking foward to seeing more
-usuarioanonimo2911: You have no idea on what's coming in the next few chapters!
-Canadian Rock: Hell on earth is what it was also why the hell didn't anyone call the cops to say there's a man walking around with a bolt action rifle dressed up as a WW1 German soldier, I also fine funny that he was walking like that
-usuarioanonimo2911: Maybe because no one saw him, maybe people thought it was a cosplay, o maybe because of the "Bullshit from the author writing".
-Pedro Alonso Buby Huayanay Zamudio: ok first seriously rita wanted to kiss him woah that's wrong, And actually I expect that especially from his sisters who also they had good times there were bad ones were Lincoln was the one who was always blame or the one that who tries to fix everything and they interfere but in the end you want him and imagine that he left without making peace and from friends like lied I expect it of his closeness how he was weird in Lincoln was like his support in Stella, girl Jordan and Cookie and Cristina too since if he was a boy and didn't have a love interest like that none of that was true he was just a "friend you need when you're not around" or "the brother that every girl or boy needs" ...I wonder how Ronnie Anne was doing with that
-usuarioanonimo2911: I read your entire comments, and... i don't know how to interpret it. I don't know if it's a criticism, or a thing in a chapter that you decided to point out that you probably noticed, but, About Ronnie Anne, I'm saving it for later in the story! I got really good stuff about her... hehe..
-Pen name Guest has been tak: Hehe, good chapter, but i think you should change some stuff up, for starters nobody ever just charged in the open like that, they had shelling to act as support and later in war, there was a tatic that both sides used, a tatic called "creeping bombardment" which completely covered the attackers positions from being shot at. Also germans attacks were a lot more organized than what was depicted, they would attack during creeping bombardment and the first squads would attack would be granadiers, whose jobs was to blow up everything that looked important to high hell; bunkers; machine guns; people; etc. the. The assaults would be next whise job was rare for melee combat to start (They didn't wanna get stabbed) to soldiers more likely than not just fire some shots at the attacking enemy take as much ammonbas possible and fall back to the second trenches. Thus was a vary good chapter though and I'm impressed with your telling i hope you jeep updating until completion!
-usuarioanonimo2911: Wohoho!! This is by far the most positive comments i recived!! Thanks a lot, and for your explanation, I wanted to make it like the movie, so it's not exactly the same. And for the updating chapters... I might or not might make a pause for it because of school, but i won't abandon this story so easily. I'm preparing LEMONS for the future!!
NOW INTO THE STORY!!!
Lincoln: i was like, Dead upset with Ludwig, but i couldn't be angry at him forever, 'cause anytime one might save the other in the battlefield
Leni: But did you reach your friend's house?
Lincoln: Leni it wasn't a friend's... Ye- yeah! We did. It wasn't a very pleasant place, but... i was where we were going to stay for a long and anguishing time.
Lori: From college, When they did teach us about the World wars, it didn't seemed that bad...
Lincoln: You'd need to be in their AND my skin to feel what i felt... That place was horrible... Just... The worst...
Western Front; France; 5:47 pm
08/29/1917 The trenches
As much as he wanted to keep his head down, he couldn't. As he walked through the muddy trenches, still wearing his gas mask over his face, he received mocking glances from other soldiers, it made his heart sink even deeper into his chest, his lungs gasp for air, and the cold water of the rain that fell on top of him, it made his mental state have a hard time getting used to his new home. His mind was racing, wherever he looked, Soldiers older than he were firing their rifles, or wielding a heavy machine gun, shooting in directions he couldn't decipher. His boot was sinking into the mud, and the feel of it slipping between his toes wasn't pleasant at all. But, he couldn't complain even once, because, he knew that where he was would extract all of him; his strength, speed, luck, and courage. But fear was something that would never be ripped from his chest, he hadn't even been in combat yet, and his heart was beating like a Heavy Metal rhythm. A whistle, then an explosion.
After the sudden explosion of a mortar bomb, Lincoln flinched pulling his helmet against his head for more protection. He looked around but didn't see the expected destruction the loud noise had made him expect. "Maybe it was in the field..." Even in his own thoughts, the boy was afraid to think, as he always took orders, and couldn't do anything without his superior's consent, so that was kind of starting to get to him. - "Hey! Why are you stopped? Keep going!!!" The soldier behind him yelled, pushing him to keep walking.
"Did I stop walking?" He thought as soon as his legs returned to their original functions "Fuck... My reasoning is slowing down, and my perception is even worse..."
"...coln! LINCOLN!!"
Franz? Oh yeah, Franz was in front of him now in the queue...
"Dude is everything ok?!" "I think so..." His voice was weak from the tiredness of walking so much, but the mask muffled his voice even more, making him almost inaudible. Realizing his friend's situation, Frando went to his side and tried to force him to take off his mkchila "Let me carry your backpack!!" He yelled, his lip cut scarred, shivering from the cold and fear, but Franz was always the bravest among Lincoln's second group of friends "Let me carry yours, then next time you carry mine!"
He wasn't in the mood for that, and pushing with one hand, he forced Franz back into his position in line. He was already in trouble, and he didn't want Franz to be the cause of another one. No. It didn't took a long time for the line to finally stop moving and for the soldiers to start shedding their backpacks and rifles from their backs. "CONGRATULATIONS SOLDIERS, THIS IS YOUR NEW HOME" Shouted the lieutenant leading the line. Lincoln looked towards where the man was, and next to another soldier; maybe another lieutenant or even a sergeant; under a cover. Seeing this clear scene of contempt for those who worked harder, the Young Albino wanted to say a few good things to the two men, but then he realized that, what's the point? They both had even harder work than what he was doing. "I really have to be careful, or else I'm going to explode at any moment"
"It seems that you and the boys are relaxed in my absence, isn't it, Meuilernn?" The lieutenant said to the other man beside him, under cover, while they protect themselves from the rain. "We've been under fire all night" He stated while sniffing his nose "We're all very nervous!" "A pair of dry boots is a good solution for those who are working. Now get back to work!! Yeah... He wasn't someone that important...
Removing his helmet, and laying his rifle aside, the Lieutenant walked over to Lincoln and removed the mask from his face, and headed straight ahead in the other direction Lincoln will be walking in a while. "LET'S GO GUYS!! THIS IS YOUR NEW HOME, AND YOU DON'T LIKE STAYING IN A DIRTY HOUSE DO YOU?!" Lincoln took a deep breath, but the air made him want to stop. Even though it was raining, the smoke from burning and the smell of the gases used in battles was still present in the air, and it burned inside his nostril. His lieutenant's voice was getting farther and farther away as he took a deep breath, but... "Give a dog a bone, he'll get it..." Said a man of about Thirty-seven years old to him. He was wearing a raincoat, but the fact that he was soaking wet made Lincoln suspect that if he was a superior, or if he was a mere soldier like him. "But! If you give power to a man..." He continued, but soon stopped as the Man's pair of green eyes looked into Lincoln's pair of blue eyes "... And see what he can do. That man it's a beast".
After literally staring into space, and breathing rapidly, A soldier yells "Katczintsky!! We need you here, NOW!!" "So that's his name?" Lincoln thought until they both heard more explosions, only in the distance. The two men had their eyes wide and gritty, as Lincoln thought who could make a series of attacks like that; the phrase he heard right after that left him terrified "They will come with everything tonight..." It was the only thing he said until he went towards the voice that had called him earlier. On instinct, Lincoln followed him, and now found himself on a job at hand, in which, he and a few other soldiers, including Franz, Ludwig, Albert, and the man, who he now addressed as "Kat", used their helmets like buckets to drain the water from inside the trenches. Kind of pointless in Lincoln's opinion
Five useless minutes had already passed. It was still raining, and the work they were putting in was literally wearing them down. Ludwig was on Lincoln's side and was crying behind his glasses. "Sorry…" He whimpered in a voice that had a mixture of tiredness and fear. Still with his head down focused on his work, Lincoln just replied that it wasn't his fault, and that he should pay attention to his work. But he wasn't finished "It's nothing like what I had thought..." Albert just yelled at him to shut up, his yell clearly upset Franz and Lincoln all at once. But five minutes had passed, and everyone's arms were completely wasted, and their muscles were screaming for an unanswered rest, their hands were numb, and that made the job even harder. Letting out a weary sigh, Lincoln dropped to his own knees and breathed heavily, but Ludwig really wasn't having it easy for him. "My hands... I don't feel my hands..." He cried in a broken voice. Lincoln really was feeling what he felt, but he couldn't let that slow him down; he committed himself to a service and he would fulfill it... But little did he know that the price to be paid would be very high, very very high...
Katczintsky, who was behind Ludwig, grabbed the boy's helmet, hung it by the strap on the bespectacled boy's uniform, and unbuckled the his belt, "Put your hands in your underwear. It works for me." It was the only thing he said before returning to the work he was doing before, even though almost every moment, he seemed to return to square one. After following the Man's advice, Ludwig now had an expression of relief as even though he was all wet and cold, his groin area was still warm and cozy. The other three friends followed in Ludwig's footsteps and did the same. Each of them had a different reaction, Lincoln had a sense of relief; Albert had a frown on his face and he was sulking, but the relief he felt was very visible, but he just started laughing as soon as Franz started laughing too. Just after a few minutes, the four were now laughing. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all...
Later, the same day,
01:03 am
While sitting on top of a box, Albert was in front of Lincoln, both with their rifles reloaded and ready to fire. Lincoln always stuck to the rules he was given, and even if they weren't all that necessary, he followed them without complaint. While polishing his rifle with a faded white cloth, Albert laughed at his action, but not too loudly, as they couldn't give away their positions. "Think this will make you a better shot?" He asked between chuckles muffled by his hands. Lincoln Raised his head to look at his friend and just gave his friend a side smile "Better than when I need the gun and it jams" He said in a main way that he reciprocated in his friend's joke. They were sitting near the edge of the trench, and every now and then a green flare would fall from the sky. They didn't know exactly what it was or what it was for, but it was none of their business.
A few seconds passed; Albert made nonsensical jokes. His jokes made The White Boy groan about how bad they were, and... Reminded him of his older and comedian sister. Maybe Luan and Albert would be good friends- "!! Did you hear that?!" Lincoln whispered to Kropp as his thoughts stopped after hearing a noise coming from the battlefield, which was sunk in the darkness of the night. You couldn't see a foot ahead in that immense darkness, but he was confident that there was something there. For some reason, Lincoln was excited by what his mind had just formulated: The first Frenchman he was really going to kill. After spending a long time living in Germany, propaganda and rumors convinced him that the French were to blame for the war, and that Germany had to win. It was just like the video games he played.
"I hear something!" Lincoln said cocking his rifle that was in his hands, and putting himself in a shooting position. "But there's no one there!" Albert stated, but soon fell silent after hearing the same noise that Lincoln heard "Or maybe he did!" He said, doing the same process as Lincoln and putting himself in a firing position. Their breathing was fast and unsteady, but it was from excitement. Both looked at each other with happiness that couldn't be described "Fuck, our first Frenchman!" Albert said as he started calling out in French to whatever was out there on the dark battlefield. Lincoln had perfect aim of what was moving, it was a body lying on the ground. You couldn't tell if it was a German soldier or an enemy, but he took the risk. *KAPOOW* Pulling the trigger and a loud bang followed by a brief flash caused by the gun in the dark, he fired, and the body stopped moving. Lincoln had a smirk on his face, he really had done it! It really was like in video games! But... In games he died, and he could try again... There, he would die, and there would be no turning back- *KLINCK*
A pain in his neck that he couldn't tell if it was from fatigue, or from his head bouncing back from the shot that hit him in his helmet. The bullet had been redirected because of the iron, but that could still have killed him. Seeing his friend thrown back by a shot, and falling into the mud of the trench and for a brief moment not moving, Albert had officially considered Ludwig's words. "I GOT HIT!!" Lincoln repeated several times in desperate screams.
Jumping up from where he was sitting, Albert crouched down beside Lincoln, who was still screaming in despair. Wrapping their hands around his head, checking for any injuries, the two young men realized that Lincoln was fine, and their panic subsided. "What's going on here!?" The two boys looked to their right and saw Kat approaching them, He was now wearing an extra thick Jacket to protect him from the cold. "I asked what was going on" Lincoln took his helmet and handed it to him, but he couldn't say anything, as the shock from before still had an effect on him. Picking up the helmet and after checking it and finding the hole left, he threw it back to Lincoln, who didn't catch it and the helmet fell into his lap "They probably saw the flash of the gunshot" Lincoln had gotten up with Albert's help "Next time, if you don't want to catch bullets with your teeth, I suggest you move ten meters to the right. Shoot and move, shoot and move! Got it?" He turned on his heel and walked in the direction he'd come.
Placing the helmet on his head again, the two boys came to their senses and did as they were told. Moving ten meters to the right, the two now found themselves backed up against ladders, with only their heads sticking out of the trench. Looking back to the sky and mentally thanking him for the mercy he had been given, Lincoln saw yet another green flare falling from the sky. Now it dawned on him in a way. "What is that?" He thought. But his heart sank in his chest after hearing a whistle- No! Several whistles, and followed by several explosions! Falling down his ladder on purpose, Lincoln pinned Albert next to him to protect themselves from mortar fire.
"LINCOLN!! ALBERTI!! THIS WAY!!" Katczinsky shouted, signaling for the two to follow. after getting up, with several stumbles, the two entered a bunker that was four meters square at the most. On each wall there were wooden stools, where all the closest soldiers had sat. Alber sat next to Franz, and Lincoln next to De Ludwig, who was covering his ears and crying like a little boy after scraping his knee. His heart was beating very fast and this time it was for a reason he couldn't blame him. Looking around into the small room, he saw Kat sitting next to another man, similar to him in old ways, but his appearance was different, especially because of the Bloodshot's left eye being blind.
"Be careful what you eat" Ludwig said next to Lincoln, who looked at him once or twice, as the fear he felt made him keep his eyes closed "It was the only thing my mother warned me about..." Suddenly, the ceiling, which was made of wood, shook with the strong explosions, causing all the soldiers in the room to flinch and let out yelps in fear. Grabbing Lincoln's arm, Ludwig finally stated that he couldn't do this and that he really wanted to go home. Lincoln wanted to say something, but soon his attention was back to the mortars, which suddenly had finally stopped. Everyone looked on with terror in their eyes, as their hearts finally calmed down, thinking it was over. "Offensive barrage..." Said the man who was next to Kat, who was breathing deeply, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the scene he was trapped in. "How it is?" Lincoln asked in a whisper "Offensive barrages. In attacks, there are always the bombardment lines and the infantry line. First the mortars act, distracting and making us afraid. And right behind, but very soon after, comes the infantry" The man explained, as if that was something common there. "And what does it mean?" Albert asked "That they'll be here soon" Kat replied.
Lincoln finally starts to wonder if this really was a good decision. Death was imminent, but that was all, it was like signing your own death certificate! "Is it over? Is it over already?... No... It would be too soon to end something like that-" Suddenly the floor and ceiling shook, it had started again. He looked around, seeing several soldiers hugging themselves, or hugging each other, but there was this one who got up and marched towards the exit. Kat got up and walked in front of him as soon as he saw what he was going to do "Where do you think you're going?!" The soldier just said "I'll be right back..." His voice was weak and unsteady. One more explosion, and the soldier from before went towards the door, but Kat grabbed him by the shoulders "Wait a little longer, the dam is almost over!" "I want to get out of here! Let me out of here!!" Kat, probably already dealt with that, because, right after he threw the man against a pillar that supported the ceiling of the room, he let his body slide to the floor. Lincoln saw it with open and attentive eyes. Kat looked towards the exit door, after some soldiers ran past outside. That was enough for the soldier who had been knocked out earlier to crawl towards the exit.
Where did the soldier go? That's what Lincoln wondered, after a flash had simply Caused the Man to disappear! He began to hear screams around him, and saw that some soldiers had red liquid on their faces and clothes. Touching his face, Lincoln saw in his hands, the same liquid. The smell was brief, but it made him realize what it was. Blood. Wooden boards began to fall from the ceiling, along with dirt and mud. "GET OUT!! EVERYONE OUT NOW!!!" Kat screamed as everyone started to file out of the room. Ludwig banged his head against the wall as he screamed. Everything in there was very agitated, and almost impossible to move. Something hit the back of Lincoln's head. He started to feel weak, his head hurt a lot, and his eyes couldn't stay open. He quickly slipped into unconsciousness.
Dark... That's what he saw. As soon as Lincoln opened his eyes, he saw nothing but dark. Beside him was someone. Who was that? It didn't matter... He could barely move, his body ached, his head had a bad headache, and he was all covered in mud. The wooden edges held it in place, preventing it from moving even its own head. Voices? Was that really what he heard? Were they really voices? Suddenly sunlight hit his face as the wooden boards were removed from above him. His vision was still blurry, and his ears couldn't make out the voices. He was pulled over and made to sit on his own ass. The albino boy looked at the two people who pulled him out of the hole he was in. "Albert? Franz?..." He said confused. "Lincoln!! Are you ok?? HEY!!!!" Kropp shakes him by the shoulders to see if Lincoln comes to his senses. "ALBERT KROPP!!! FRANZ MULLER!! WE NEED YOU HERE!!" Albert went ahead, leaving a very confused Franz and Lincoln there. "We'll be right back friend!" Franz said after going after his other friend.
Looking around from where he stood, he saw nothing but destruction and death. Several fallen and bloody bodies, some with theirs arms and even lost legs. The trenches weren't the best construction ever made by mankind, but after what happened the night before or who knows how many days ago; he already didn't know how long he was unconscious; he could say that that place was a real mess. Getting up and starting to walk, he left the room where he had been that night taking refuge. He reached the trenches and sat beside Kat on top of a box. He was covered in mud from head to toe, and his white hair was stained brown from the mud. Kat looked at him and decided to offerer him what he was eating. Lincoln saw his hand reach out to him and offer him the stale bread he was eating; it was better than nothing, and he was really hungry. Taking the bread and breaking off a piece, he began to eat. He was starving and that didn't let him notice the lieutenant approaching the two. "Katczintsky, You are needed in the northeast" He said, to the man, who took his mini shovel, and stood up. The lieutenant directed his gaze towards Lincoln "And you soldier, are you injured?" He asked. Lincoln wasn't sure, but after paying attention to his own body and checking if he felt anything, he came to his final conclusion. "No..." He replied, still with the bread in his mouth. The man's face creased into a frown and, grabbing a small bag with dog tags inside, he threw it at Lincoln's face and yelled, ordering him to pick up the rest from the other bodies.
His legs... Where... are his legs? He was there... Ludwig was right there in front of him... dead... Why? Was it something wrong he did? Was he not with Albert and Franz?
Lincoln dropped to his knees as he rummaged through Ludwig's uniform for his Dog tag. He knew this could happen, but his mind was split in two: 'Cry and refuse his death' or 'Just go ahead because he knew it could happen'. He found the Dog tag. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at his dead friend's face. A Tear. "No!! I can't cry, that's going to be common from now on... I can't..." Every time Lincoln looked at dead Ludwig, his chest ached and his heart sank even deeper in pain. He couldn't take it anymore. Leaning over his friend's body, he broke down in a silent cry. "No no... nononono NONONO!! NO!!!" His mind screamed in pain and grief.
Lori: I... I'm sorry Lincoln...
Lincoln: It's... no problem... Not anymore... Just a warning, uh, The story kinda gets... a bit brutal as it goes on.
Rita: Oh dear...
Hello!! Just to let everyone know, this was supposed to be posted in the past weekend. Yeah, my school has returned to its activity, so i may not post like before in the same pace
And i also my do a remake of the series of the "The Wild Louds" cuz my writing was really bad before ;-; i didn't really knew what i was writing
That's all. Hope you're good
Stay safe, much love!!
