Post by silence on Jul 24, 2014 13:18:01 GMT
(So I was rather bored, and so I decided to write. This is what came out, hope its good.)
Opening her eyes, she found herself amongst a field dotted with multi-colored flowers. The wind blew lightly across her skin and rustled the plants around her, while the sun beamed down and brought out all the colors of the flowers and grass, making the scene breathtaking and one she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. The aroma from the flowers was what she loved the most though, as she bent down and plucked a flower from the ground. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled lightly, bringing the joyous smell of nectar as well as a smile on her face. It was bliss to her and she wanted to stay here forever. As the thought crossed her mind, she laid down on her back and looked up at the sky, the beautiful blue pierced by only a few scattered clouds. She reveled in the moment, reminding herself these moments never came twice. She laid on the ground gazing up at the sky for what felt like hours, but she loved every minute of it, enjoying the beautiful bliss of the moment.
Then without a warning, the ground started to shake. Only slightly at first, but then it grew to a violent rumble. She wondered what was the cause of the tremor, but was broken off by a much heavier shock. The ground all of a sudden shook so violently it felt unnatural, and she bolted up to see what had happened.
The blissfulness was over, she wasn't in the beautiful field any longer, but a full blown battlefield. She couldn't remember how she got there or how long she`d been laying there on the ground. All she knew was the bullets flying overhead and the gun in her left hand. Taking in her surroundings quickly, she found herself in a ditch with several other people, who all had met the grim fate of death. Then the blue eyes she had always loved and cared for stared back at her without a hint of life. His short brown hair lay perfectly on his clean shaven face and didn't betray the state of his body, which laid ravaged only a few feet away.
Tears streamed down her face, creating little rivers from the dirt that caked on her face, and fell without stop. Suddenly the bullets whizzing overhead and the explosions of shells going off faded out, and the only thing that mattered was the beheaded man in front of her. With trembling hands she reached out and grabbed the man`s head and brought it up to her chest, cradling it as if it were a baby. She brushed the hair out of his eyes and bent her head down, cradling the head closer to her, sobbing all the while. But fate wasn't with her, as another shell struck a few yards away, picking her up and tossing her a good ways away from the ditch full of bodies. She landed hard, her lover`s head was no where to be found, but her gun was still attached to her chest rig. Suddenly all the grief and sorrow she had turned to anger and vengeance.
She un-maglocked the gun and observed her surroundings, which revealed she was in the large clearing between both sides trenches. She was closer to her enemies side and could see the machine gunners sitting behind their death machines pumping hot depleted uranium bullets at her sides trenches, a wide smile coming across ones face as he killed a man. Monster, was the thought she had when she saw that man, and she was going to make him pay. And pay he did, as a single bullet spat from the girls gun, flying straight and true, blowing the man backwards and the machine gun over the lip of the trench. A smile of her own played across her face and she saw her opening, the man she had downed was the only thing keeping her side at bay.
Rushing forward, her allies started their charge, and she led it. Jumping down into the trench, after sprinting from the ditch, she gunned down another enemy. His upper chest ruptured as the heavy rounds blew apart his very being splattering it on the faces of his comrades next to him, who all were petrified at the girl who had just dropped into the trench. She gave them no mercy either, and before even one could retaliate she gunned them down, their bodies sinking to the ground in a heap. She found herself laughing at the dead bodies hitting the ground with a wet thud and saw more targets to exact her revenge on. These men were terrified, and not just by the girl, but by the wave of soldiers behind her bearing down on their trench. The men tried to turn in run, but she gunned them down with ruthless efficiency, making every bullet count.
What went from a desperate and failing push on the trenches, turned into a full on route of the enemy, as men and women poured into the gap of defenselessness brought about by the girl. The enemy were cut down or hunted and captured, not before taking their toll, but they couldn't stand up to the sheer ferocity they faced. This spelled a major victory for the girls side and she would later receive a medal for Heroic actions, but the man the enemy had taken from her, made the medal more of a painful reminder of him.
After clearing the trench, the girl fell to the ground and started to cry profusely again. The grief and shock of loss catching back up to her again, bringing tears and pain with it. She sobbed for minutes before a group of friendly soldiers carried her back to their side of trenches. What she had lost on the that day would never be worth the victory she had given her side that day. She cried and cried, tears streaming down her face and landing on the chewed up ground. The soldier carrying her passed no judgment and could feel the pain the girl felt through her sobs and tears. He didn't know why she was so sad, but he knew what she had done, and for the losses they all had taken that day, she had every right to be sad.
The troops later that night, didn't celebrate, they sat in silence. The losses they had sustained from the fighting making them question if the reward was worth it. To the girl they never would be.