Jimmy's POV
Waking up from Guy yelling at me turning to see my clock it's 0436 hours [4:36 AM], waking up to basic PT once that was finish. Took a shower than made cup of coffee and ate some bread with butter and mild thin slices of Weisswurst [White sausage in German] than read on some news and like the house stock market crashed in the US. Hearing the ol Gunny on the couch snoring and mumbling over something and brief laughing than silence. Carefully putting my dishes in the dishwasher and head to school, besides being dead early in the morning with the gentle chill breeze on my face as the wind picking up ever so slightly. When I arrive at the school and seeing it close and checking my watch it tells me it's 0632 hours [6:32 AM] than I just sit down waiting for any teach to arrive and show me the place. Would it really matter that the entire go to hell due to the unnamed pandemic? Either way, the entire world can kiss my ass and go literally to hell.
30 minutes later.
Principal's POV
Listening to the talk radio shows and enjoying myself quickly seeing alone student at first I thought I was seeing things but, true enough it was the new student making a small fire. Wait? The fuck?!
Jimmy: [busy making coffee] I'm going to need a book about making Molotov cocktails.
He doesn't me parking see what he's currently doing it's a sim light fire than carefully putting one of those fancy fire proof cups I been hearing about. Grabbing my suitcase and newspaper than made my way to him to find what he's doing.
3rd POV
Principle: [after clearing his throat] Young man? What are you doing on school grounds?
Jimmy: [slightly spooked] Sweet Odin, ya had to scare me like that?
Principle: I don't know who is this Odin however I would like to know why that small fire is-. That smell?
Jimmy: [smiling] It's coffee. Got a extra drinking cup if you need one?
Principle: [calmer] Thank you, Mr.?
Jimmy: [after pouring the half of the coffee in the cup than handing it to him] James. James Bond.
Principle: [grin] Fan?
Jimmy: From Russia with love, one of the classics from the early 1960's.
Principle: Nice to meet a fellow, James Bond fan. For real, what is your name?
Jimmy: It's Jimmy Vlad "Nathan Lupan" Terreberry.
Principle: [curious] What does your nickname mean?
Jimmy: It mean "Grey one" got it from my natural hair color from my by blood father.
Principle: [kindly taking his cup of coffee as Jimmy put the fire out and put away his coffee pot] Sorry for bringing a bad memory.
Jimmy: [natural face] No biggy.
Principle: [handing him Jimmy's school's map and classes and any club activities] If you need any help, just let me know. Good Day.
He walks past Jimmy and didn't notice a signal tear coming down Jimmy's face than Jimmy silently and blocking every sound out with his thought as he walk to his homeroom class.
Jimmy's thought: I hope you're rotting in Hel [Viking version of Hell], you son of a bitch!
Mini time skip.
[Lunch time]
Jimmy's POV
Seeing no checking me out I mentally look at the R.E.M. [Ready to Eat Meal] than arguing at himself between Taco Thursday or chicken Alfredo.
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Rangers of the dead.
FanfictionA soldier's death is a sacrifice to protect the innocents in turn of what he or she need to do to insure of it. Will this soldier from his world carry into the next and what of he fails when morals and one sanity will be tested and strained in turn...
