Tribute Of Gasman

Chapter 3:A good Friend

Jake Sighed as he is full with sweat after his Strange Dream. He moves his right hand over his face,"No scar... Thanks God!",He told himself. He Pushed himself with his hands up on his feet as he Looks around if everything is Alright. He is in his Shack made out of wood,A matress,Table and warderobe inside. He Walks towards his Desk with a picture,the Glass would be Covered in dust and dirt. He whipes the dust and dirt as he dropped already a tear before the picture was recognisable. Its a picture of him in a desert in his Digital DCU and his M16 Raised in the Air while a Girl,in her Young 20s is cuddling up with her. She Has long and black Hair,Green eyes,a Digital DCU aswell and a smile in her face. Everytime He Sees the picture He Gets mad and Sad At the same time."Claire,..." He thought to himself "Its My fault.. I could've saved You.. You'd be alive now,to the side of me... But No.. I left and now You're dead..Claire.. It was My fault. Im sorry..",He Closes his eyes dropping a tear. Suddenly the Door Opens as the sun Shines Into the Dark Shack. "Jake!",said Vladislav,his best friend,a Russian in his Mid 20s,Short black Hair,Green eyes and around 1.96m tall. He is tattooed with Quotes of the USSR. "Are You ready For the daily exercise?". "Uhh.. What?" Jake Suprisedly said as he Turns around and Looks at him."Damn.. Jake I told You already many times.. You should Forget her.","I cant.. I simply cant..",Jake answered. "You can. My friend... Listen.. You have to look forward,not past.. She's not the only girl who loves You.",Vlad Added but Jake Refused "There Might be girls loving me.. But I only love Claire..!". Vlad sighs,noticing Its hopeless. "Bro.. Just Put the Picture down and Lets go to the Training ground.","Alright.." Jake said while putting the Picture down and Follows Vladislav outside to the Camp. The sun shining in his Eyes. They both would procced to the Training ground.