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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 1, 2010 21:20:18 GMT 1
Do you see me, sitting here?
I'm waiting for you to say anything
Head hung low, kicking stones down
Kicking stones down the road to hell now
I'm waiting for you to say anything, anything yeah
The war had been a long and hard. He held one of the more unusual positions. He had been a torture expert, a sniper and even a commanding officer...But today he lay bloody on the cold ground.
He ran, even the beast inside him so scared of a death. He had almost made it to the town that he had seen on patrols a few weeks back. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. He was able to walk a few miles limping but eventually he crawled, draging his broken leg as far as he could. He rolled over and cast his eye to the sky. Clouds, it smelled like rain, his body already cold and shaking from the shock of the blood loss.
If he believed in a god he'd be praying for someone to walk down the road and see the red flag trail he had left behind him. "Is this where I die?.....Is this my final salvation?" The words murmured breathy over parched lips, exaustion closing the bright striking orange eye.
One hand fumbling in his tattered pockets to retrieve a cigarette, shakingly placing it in his lips and lighting it. He drew a deep breath of the toxic smoke and exhaled slowly, a final cigarette for a dying man.
I know you are the only one, my little taste of heaven
And you know I am the only one, your bitter taste of hell
Your eyes scream the end is creeping in on me
I'll need thirty-seven stitches, to keep the pain in
I know you are the only one, on the darkest side of the sun
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Post by stievel on Jul 1, 2010 21:27:35 GMT 1
Out of nowhere a boy came and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.
The young boy looked shocked at the man, his intire body was scarred and worn down.
"I know a place where you can be helped"
He said and atempted to pull him up, blood came on his robe and he was obviusly far from strong enough to drag him allong.
Eventhough he knew he couldent do this he knew he had to try, he couldent just leave him.
"Just hang in there.... "
He said almost begging him to live.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 1, 2010 21:40:41 GMT 1
He grunted and looked as the cigarette disappeared, then to the boy. He moved his head to one side to exhale a plume of smoke
"'Oy! I was smokin' that....."
He blinked a few times and tilted his head. He wasn't sure where he found that small reserve of strenght to help haul his aching body up. There was a certian level of damage that white phosphorus rounds can do to the body of a supernatural, and the craters in his leg told the tale of that
"How...far..?"
He managed as he used the boy's assistance to get back to his feet, blood rolling like sweat down his face
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Post by stievel on Jul 1, 2010 21:46:45 GMT 1
"It's close by"
He said and smiled at him
The boy tried to suport him as much as he could be no matter hwo he treid, it ended up being heavy and slightly painful for him too.
"You know smoking is bad for you right...?"
Eventhough the timing of this was completely off he thought he should keep him talking.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 1, 2010 21:52:33 GMT 1
Zero wasn't an overly large man but all of his body mass was muscle, He limped along making sure the boy was on the side that supported the wounded leg. He sighed a little and rolled his eye
"And bears shit in the woods, tell me somethin' i don'--Ow!"
His other hand went to his head, running his hand over the large gash in his head, oh the throbbing was bad, and that dreamy sensation like you were on the virge of a black out wasn't all that reassuring either. He stayed quiet for a moment to try and re-secure his head on his shoulders and get rid of the sensation that it was going to go rolling away.
"You ok..? "
He could tell he was probably leaning a bit much on the boy.
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Post by stievel on Jul 1, 2010 21:57:25 GMT 1
"I'm okay.."
The boy said uneasy.
"My name is Ithiel Searrs... What is your name... ?"
He noticed the man was having trouble with moving and he was so happy to know that they didnt have to go far, his body was already doing more then it should and yet he knew he had to keep going. He too could take a rest after this, resting his already weak body.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 1, 2010 22:02:55 GMT 1
He blinked a few times trying to focus his eyes a little more, swallowing hard...He'd give anything for a stiff drink....
"Zero Ward... "
The delusions were getting stronger...Where was his pack? He had it before...Where did it go...
"Where's...my pack...Did..you take it?"
He'd left it a mile or so back from where the boy had found him.
"Need.......repor...."
His murmurings getting more and more difficult to understand and slowly becoming a mash of word soup
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Post by stievel on Jul 2, 2010 5:19:25 GMT 1
"Please mister Ward... You do not have to worry about those things now... "
The church was now visible though the tree's and he was walking straight to it.
"There's the chruch... In there you'll be safe and taken care of"
Ithiel started to walk more worn down now and a bit less supportive of Zero.
He was starting to sweat heavely now and he was starting to have a bit of trouble to keep a straight line to the church.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 2, 2010 5:54:40 GMT 1
He kept walking, one weak limping step after the other, his head felt so heavy, the world around him spinning in a cataclysm of shock and pain, He made it, barely, to the steps before his knees gave out and his body went crashing to the ground~
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Post by stievel on Jul 2, 2010 12:10:37 GMT 1
Ithiel couldent hold him at all anymore when he fell down, he tried to stop him with his whole strangth but it was no use.
Quickly he opend teh doors.
"We've got a wounded!"
He called inside, inmediately several nun's and priests ruched outside and carried him in.
They took him to a room in the back and placed him on a bed where they started to treat his wounds. Ithiel was there the intire time praying that he would make it.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 2, 2010 16:08:33 GMT 1
He had blacked out when he fell, Oblivious to the sounds that swirled around the place where he was laid, he was down for at least two days. Those days were wrought with fevered infection and fits of nightmares, he murmured and cried out at times in his sleep. Finally one morning as the sun rose over the horizon his eye opened as well.
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Post by stievel on Jul 2, 2010 16:13:51 GMT 1
Ithiel hadent really let his side in that time, only leaving when he had to.
At the moment he was sleeping while handing on the bed next to him, his coat was off and his upper arm was still a bit bruized from carrying him.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 2, 2010 16:20:05 GMT 1
Zero blinked a few times before trying to speak and finding his voice wasn't there, his face in seering pain, he groaned.
His injuries had been extensive, it looked like someone had taken a hot poker to his left eye, sliced open his right cheek from mouth almost to ear with a dull butter knife, his body was littered with cuts and scars from unknown origin and his leg was broken in two places, there were bullet wounds with a state of the art artilliry, White Phosphoros which burned the moment it left the barrel of the gun and left a completely cauterized wound.
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Post by stievel on Jul 2, 2010 16:35:03 GMT 1
Ithiel slowly woke up from the grunts and looked up.
"ah!.."
He placed hsi hand carefully on Zero to make sure he'd stay down.
".. Please.. take it easy.. I'll take care of you now..."
he took a ciece of cloth that was kept cold in water, squeezed it out in the water and placed it on hip of Zero's forehead.
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Post by dragonslayerssdd on Jul 2, 2010 16:50:40 GMT 1
Zero blinked slowly and sighed, managing to speak in a very rough tone
"Water..?"
His face hurt most of all...
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