When Dr. Collingwood felt herself being pulled into another torture, her eyes had shut tight, bracing for the oncoming agony.
But there was nothing. Not at first.
When she gathered the courage to open her eyes again, she didn't expect to see this.
She was standing on a dirt plain. Cannons roared in the distance. The sky was dark with smoke. She could hear horses neighing, but that wasn't what drew her attention.
Laying all across the dirt plain were people. Many were already dead, but others were still suffering. One standing a few feet from her was trying to drag himself from the battlefield, but didn't have the strength to do so. Others were crying out.
For their fathers, to save them from this hell.
For their mothers, to comfort and shield them.
For water, to moisten their parched, burning throats.
For death, to end their suffering.
No. No, no, no...
She'd read about wars in history textbooks and knew the suffering caused by them, but being forced to see the pain, the suffering, the agony, the hell that was war was like comparing night to day.
Death. Destruction. Suffering. Everything she hated and shunned about history, and now she was forced to see it all happen.
And she was powerless to stop it.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
