There are no Children here–Test Post 2

Here is my new book, Chapter 01, I hope you will let me post here RXK

A boy ran threw a screaming battlefield. I sense of hope flew around him as he charged forward into the dancing shrapnel and buzzing bullets. With an AK47 strapped around his body, the boy looked ready to mow down anyone in his way.

“My name Nathanial. I’m going to save the Wo-*”

Pa-tink

The single noise that ended the boys life. A bullet smashing brain matter out the other side, how easily the body drops like a rag doll.

An older looking boy looked out over a fox whole. He turned away, resting his back on the dirt wall. He sighed heavily as he rested on his sniper rifle. The other occupant looked at him with blank eyes.

“Damn, I think that was Nate?”

“Ah.”

“Didn’t he have a little sister.”

“Ah.”

“Wonder who will look after her now?”

“Not my problem.”

“Man, your cold.”

The younger boy looked at him. In the dim light, the boys looked like death.

“You have to be, this is a war after all. If you go out there rushing head strong, you’ll end up nothing but dead.”

“Damien…”

“I’m going to take a nap. Wake me Green if any bogies show up.”

“ Yeah, sleep well.”

Green looked back out of the fox whole, watching as more foolish children ran out into the field. Neither side advancing, a stale mate of piling bodies on each side. Green glanced back at Damien, who had fallen asleep already with ease. Green couldn’t help but think how easy it would be, just to end it all for both of them. How he could take his old Lugar and pop one in each others head. It would just be so easy, if it wasn’t so hard.

Green closed his eyes for a moment to regain his mindset, before returning it back to the battlefield. The first things his eyes fell upon when opening them, was the rising moon in the waning day. Green knew it was going to be a long night.

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There Are No Children Here

—-Chapter 01

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“Hey Damian!”

Damian turned when he heard his name called in the makeshift mess hall. His pale face stayed emotionless as the caller approached.

“Ah.”

“I heard you and Green killed a Commander of the 78th Division. Is that true?”

“He was just a tail, not the head. The forces still came at us.”

“Regardless, that bastard is dead. WE should throw a party!”

Damian grabbed his lunch tray, getting ready to move away from the talking idiot. The other was angered by the younger boys actions, but decided against fighting him.

“Hey Green! I heard you killed a Commander!”

“Fuck. Its Brain.”

Green looked around for a body to hide behind. He couldn’t find anyone in the room to bail him out, so he headed for the closest exit. He was not fast enough. A deathlike grip yanked him back into the noisy room.

“Oh GREEN! How was it. Was it cool, Did you see his head blow up?”

“Yeah…”

Green wanted nothing to do with Brain. In fact, no one wanted to deal with Brain. Brain was a dead beat, no good loser, who somehow had the luck of some nonexistent God. Green heard stories that his own platoon tried fragging him, but to no avail.

“Oh well. When breakfast is over, want to go over the battle plan tactic?”

“Eh, you have a new one? Brain, that is your one shining aspect of yours.”

“Hum, what do you mean? Aren’t I also Sexy, Smart and Spontaneous?”

“Get rid of the sexy part, then your half right.”

Crash

Brain and Green looked back at the noise behind them. Green turned away quickly, so not to look at the person causing it. Brain looked around the mess hall.

“Hey, isn’t that Nate’s sister? She’s blind right? Where is Nate anyways?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh, poor girl. She’s alone now.”

“Yeah, Nate was her only life line. Now that that’s cut off…”

“She’s as good as dead. Well, someone should do it before she finds out her brother is dead. Save her some heart break.”

Green looked down at his plate. The thing called food, looked tasteless as they were. He pushed the tray away and rested his head on the table. He wasn’t hungry all of the sudden.

“Taking a nap. Don’t wake me.”

“Ok, I get it. Don‘t know why you don‘t sleep in a cot.”

Brain knew when to leave. More so when many of his own friends died in the last battle. Well, if you could call them friends. Brain just acted as he did, so to avoid showing his real self. If that happen, he might begin to like people more. If he liked them more, then it would be harder to plan his strategic moves on the battlefield. That is what a battlefield is for, sacrificing the pawns and advancing the king and queen without losing them in battle. That is why he acted out. That is why he pushes people’s buttons. So it will be easer to move on after death.

“Brother? Where are you?”

The fragile child called out. She reached out to the other children, but all moved away from her. Her voice seemed to echo all over the room. Even if others talked, her voice was the loudest. Those who felt sad for her, swore it grew louder with every pitiful call. Then for a moment, the silence was broken.

“Your brother is outside.”

Greens eyes shot open. Damien was talking to the girl. Had he grown a little bit of a heart? But why tell the girl he was outside? He watch as Damian grabbed the girls hand, leading her outside. The two faded out of Greens sight. So he listened instead. After a few minutes, he heard a single small pop. Green let his eyes drop as he laid his head back down on the table. He heard the door push open and close, as a person walked towards him to take a seat.

“You killed her.”

“What else is new.”

“How easy it must be for you.”

“How easy not to. All you do is pull a trigger.”

Green stood up, walked away from the table, from the chattering mess hall. Damien following a few steps behind.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Green clenched his fist, he wanted to hit something, someone. Damien, he wanted to hit him. He ended up punching a wall. Damien watched, unmoved by Green’s action.

“No, I did something wrong.”

“Ah?”

“I could have stopped it. But I let it happen.”

“Could have stopped what?”

Green looked down at Damien. The years in age difference, probably 7 years at best. Each boy had a different view of life, but the same outcome was destined for both. An early death. That question he gave, as simple as it was, was very childish.

“I knew…that you would kill her the moment you spoke.”

“I thought I was being kind.”

In one quick motion, Green grabbed Damien in an embrace. He held the younger boy who struggled underneath his strength. Damien clawed at his back, pushed and punched, but Green did not let go, he just held on tighter. Damien slowed, before he broke into a small whimper. Which later turned into a wrenching scream of sadness. Both boys fell to their knees.

“I’m sorry. I won’t let you pick a hard choice like that ever again. I’m sorry.”

Green would keep apologizing into the night, till all the tears faded away and sleep had taken over Damien. When Damien awoke, he was in a cot, tucked away in its warmth. He closed his eyes, falling back to sleep, pretending he was being hugged by someone who cared. Knowing Green was there, Damien didn’t need anything else.

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