His Immortal Love

Chapter 3

I woke up in a morgue, it was cold and I was naked and only covered with a thin white sheet. I listened for movement before sitting up. The morgue was empty of any living people. I stood up and looked around for my personal belongings. They were in a cabinet, and almost completely soaked in my own blood. I quickly put them on and managed to find a jacket. It wasn't hard to sneak out of the morgue.

I would have to disappear, and unfortunately for me... The easiest way was to join the war. I went and bought a new shirt to wear and in the morning I enlisted in the army under a new name. I was given a uniform and informed of where I was going.

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Blood, screaming, explosions, and then silence... Horrible silence, then overbearing ringing, shells falling all around me. Everything smelled awful. All my senses were being attacked. My comrades shout out in German, their cries of pain and fear. Their battle cries, a wave of screaming and unintelligible words. I found myself curling into a ball. The ground shook underneath me and shells whistled above me. Sometimes I would get hit by shrapnel and wood. Horses and men alike cried out as they were shot down. It was so loud, everything smelled awful, the ground felt wet. I was crying. Big, fat tears rolled down my face. How was this worse than every other war I'd been in? I jumped as there was a thud next to me, someone had ducked down next to me. He looked at me, searching for an injury,

"Jonathan! Bist du verletzt? Kannst du aufstehen?! Wir bringen Sie zu einem Sanitäter! (Jonathon! Are you injured? Can you get up?! We'll get you to a medic!)" He moved to get up and signal to someone for help. I pulled him down and pressed my face to his chest, he froze for a little then he wrapped his arms around me. His hand gently patted my head and his blue eyes softened, "Jonathon... Shhhhh, es ist okay, aber hier ist es nicht sicher. Komm schon, wir müssen auf sicheren Boden gelangen. (Jonathon... Shhhhh it's okay, but it's not safe here. Come on, we got to get to safe ground.)" I shook my head and felt more tears pour out,

"Ich will nach hause... Ich will nach hause, Hans... (I wanna go home... I wanna go home, Hans...)" He comforted me and looked around. Carefully he maneuvered us to a safer place on the field. We lay there curled together as our comrades retreated, wasting no time in going back. Not far behind, British soldiers followed, chasing them and shooting them down. Hans pulled us farther into the dark, trying to conceal the two of us from the enemy. A group of British soldiers looked around for any survivors. One of them paused at our location, slowly he raised his gun and said "I see you..." more soldiers gathered around also with their guns raised. Hans looked at me and made a decision. In English he said, "We surrender, please..." We were told to give them any weapons we had on us and stood together. Hans was calm as we walked. We were both captured and we knew it. With guns to our backs, we were led to the English side of the battlefield. Taken down into their trenches, it was just as awful as our own. English soldiers stared at all the captured soldiers and jeered. Some yelled curses at us and others laughed. Rats ran along our feet.

I tried to stay near Hans, but they wrenched us apart. I screamed out trying to stay near Hans, I couldn't stand being separated from him. We had joined the war together, we had stayed together throughout it all, Hans had taken care of me, and I took care of him. We were always there for each other, and we were now getting separated. Hans yelled out to me,

"Bleib am Leben Jonathon! Ich werde Sie bald sehen! (Stay alive Jonathon! I'll see you soon!)"

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I was awoken by our Sergeant, he looked down at me

"Evenin' Allard. How was your sleep?" I sat up slightly and rubbed my eyes.

"Evening Sarge, pretty good." Sergeant Barnes just laughed slightly and patted my shoulder "Some of us wanted to go into town and get a drink before we head out. You wanna come?" I thought about it before shrugging and saying "Sure." We soon headed to town and danced, sang, and drank. Sergeant kept taking my drinks and whenever I let out a noise of complaint he would laugh. He reached out to grab my drink from my hands, but this time I'd had enough. My hand shot out and pinned his arms to the bar, he had only a couple of inches on me so I leaned forward and pushed him against the bar with my body, pinning his legs with my knees. I grinned sharply "I'd truly recommend that you stop taking my drinks, Sarge. Last warning." I heard him take a sharp intake of breath and he looked away with a slight red blush on his ears. I let go of him and stepped away with a wink. His blue eyes would follow as I walked around and interacted with the other members of our regiment.

"Charles! Come drink with us!" A soldier hiccupped out from a small table. I walked over and leaned on the table, laughing and drinking with my friends.

We went through the normal motions of packing up and marching towards Azzano. As we marched I thought about my situation. Not long ago I was helping Howard with the super soldier serum, then I 'died', woke up in a morgue, broke out of the morgue, lied about my name, and enlisted in the army. Now I was part of the 107th infantry regiment. I had a Sergeant named James Barnes, who I'm almost certain I heard Steve talking about once, and I was back in combat.

I hadn't fought since the beginning of the Great war, almost 24 years of semi-peace, and humans were back to tearing each other apart and creating weapons of mass destruction and death. They never seemed to learn. 200 of us marched through the forest, some of the men made jokes or played around, I watched our surroundings worriedly. It was quiet... Way too quiet. There weren't any birds singing in the trees, no planes overhead, no shells dropping nearby. A bomb exploded at the front of the march and like that, all hell rained loose. Bullets streaked by and hit the soldiers next to me. Some might have also hit my arms and legs. Bullets started to fire rapidly and all over the place as we tried to flee the ambush. I saw Sergeant Barnes fall and quickly ran over. He lay on the ground holding onto his leg, where a bullet hole spit out blood. I felt around for an exit wound and soon found it, ripping my pants. I created a tourniquet to try and stop the bleeding. Sergeant's eyes suddenly got large "Allard!" There was a loud bang from behind me and I felt the impact of a bullet in my back.

I turned around to look at the soldier who had just shot me "Oh you, son of a schlampe!" the soldier stared in shock before shooting me in the chest again and again. I kept walking closer and closer slowly drawing out a knife to attack him with, as I had lost my gun in the fray. I was just about to attack when I felt the butt of a rifle hit me in the head and the world went dark.

(Edited 4-29-23)

(Word Count: 1294) 

I don't do Authors notes often... but, yes, this was all published in the same day. The German you see in the WW1 flash back was all done using google translate. I am not going to get my Dad to translate my gay fan fiction. However, I did have him teach me German curse words (ex. Schlampe) so if you have questions I will be willing to answer. 

Love, Z <3