CONTENT WARNING: !CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TRAUMA!
'Blood. So much. Pooling. Soaking. Running. Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, ok ok ok ok, in, out'. These were the only thoughts running through the man's head. He was shoved by an imminent force into this arena of chaos. He collapsed face first into the rich soil, meeting the cold dead eyes of his former bunkmate. 'Tim' he whispered, sucking in a gust of wind and feeling beads of tears form in eyes. He mustered all his strength and lifted his body carefully off the ground.
He stood upwards and lifted his now weakened leg due to the intense fall, and bended it slightly while walking with the other as a way of testing it out to prevent further injury, while still hastily making his way to the other side of the vast field. He ducked to dodge weapons every so often, his pace and breathe quickening in fear. He eventually made it to the end of the field, sneaking a half satisfied smile to himself before he felt a cold, tight grasp on his left shoulder. "Sam" the voice quivered. As he turned around the grasp on his shoulder gradually loosened, until-
Thud.
He panicked, now whipping his figure completely around to get a full picture of this person. Except it wasn't a person. It was Colin. He sunk to the ground, his mind puzzles as to why, oh, why he was being forced to relive this. He studied his form, all these dents, all these marks, all these holes, these wounds, these curves. He remembered it, he remembered it perfectly. He lifted his head and unsurprisingly, the bullet hit where he thought. He forced the bullet out of his friend and buried his head in the ground, and before he knew it...
Bang.
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The Locket (TJMB x Uncle Sam)
HumorA carefully written, detailed piece of literature (sarcasm) Contains: Smut, angst, and Trauma {Please note this is ENTIRELY satire as is most of my works} !Content Warnings in beginning of Chapter if necessary!
