ao~no~demon
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2015
Smoke rose high in the sky. Burning flesh filled the air and the sound of gun fire and explosions could be heard all around him, though they took on a muffled quality. As if he wasn’t really hearing them, and perhaps he wasn’t. Parker felt numb. His entire would was gone in an instant. He had just gone to get food. He had just been gone for a half an hour. Nothing was supposed that changed that much in that short amount of time, but it had. He was left staring at what had once been the hiding spot of his little brother. Bombed to nothing by there very own country.
The sounds of battle were coming closer, but he refused to move. His body still numb as he sat mourning for his lost brother. He had nothing else left. He had lived for his brother and now he was gone. His brother who was only seven years old. As the sounds of gunfire got even closer he felt someone pulling insistently on his arm. Trying to get him to move. Parker tried to free his arm, but the other was stronger. “Leave me!” He screamed at the other nine year old, but the other was having none of it. He just hit Parker in the face before grabbing his arm again and dragging Parker with him away from the place Eli lay.
His friend dragged him through the ruined city. No where was safe for them. Neither one knowing if each other people wouldn’t shoot the other on sight, and both refused to be separated from each other. It was when the one leading turned the corner that the unthinkable happened. A land mine went off.
Parker screamed. It took a second for him to realize that he was in a dark room and that he was safe. It was a dream. Only a dream, or well nightmare. Looking at the clock that laid on the nightstand by the bed he saw that it was just past two in the morning. Knowing there was no way he was getting any more sleep after that the 17-year-old grabbed a pair of sweat pants and and t-shirt and made his way to the roof. Hoping the cool morning air would help clear his head.
The sounds of battle were coming closer, but he refused to move. His body still numb as he sat mourning for his lost brother. He had nothing else left. He had lived for his brother and now he was gone. His brother who was only seven years old. As the sounds of gunfire got even closer he felt someone pulling insistently on his arm. Trying to get him to move. Parker tried to free his arm, but the other was stronger. “Leave me!” He screamed at the other nine year old, but the other was having none of it. He just hit Parker in the face before grabbing his arm again and dragging Parker with him away from the place Eli lay.
His friend dragged him through the ruined city. No where was safe for them. Neither one knowing if each other people wouldn’t shoot the other on sight, and both refused to be separated from each other. It was when the one leading turned the corner that the unthinkable happened. A land mine went off.
Parker screamed. It took a second for him to realize that he was in a dark room and that he was safe. It was a dream. Only a dream, or well nightmare. Looking at the clock that laid on the nightstand by the bed he saw that it was just past two in the morning. Knowing there was no way he was getting any more sleep after that the 17-year-old grabbed a pair of sweat pants and and t-shirt and made his way to the roof. Hoping the cool morning air would help clear his head.