Dreams of Genesis

Coming Home: Giovanni's POV

Halfway to wherever, the truck ran out of gas.

I've been on foot for a few hours. During that time I've given myself more and more reasons to escape this hell hole. I'm gonna find the fastest way home to my baby sister because I'm the only  family she has and I'm not leaving her. 

The sun is slowly sinking below the sheer clouds and the night is flooding in. Off into the distance I see lights. I start running toward it not knowing if it was real or just a mirage. As I start, running the lights get brighter and bigger. Out of the corner of my eye I see a large flying object heading toward where I was going.

"Is that a plane??"

I stood still to examine the large craft. "Oh my Gosh that is a plane!"

I started running again. This time more determined than before. A few minutes later I was there, out of breath, but I was still there. This was the military airport. The same one I had arrived here in. I hurried through the gates. I noticed that there weren't as many people here. Before what happened back at camp, I over heard someone say that they were sending injured soldiers back home before things got worse.

I sat for a moment while I devised a plan. I reached into my bag and grabbed some gauze bandages and a knife. I set the gauze down and took a sharp breath as I stabbed myself in my left leg. I took a deep breath to keep myself from bugging out because of the amotut of blood spewing out. I quickly remembered my first aid training and elevated my leg 12 inches above heart level to decrease blood flow to that area.

Once most if the bleeding had stopped I tied the gauze around the wound and stood only to find myself hitting the floor again. If only I had realized before I stood up that I'm supposed to let the blood flow back into my leg then I wouldn't be face down in the desert sand. After a moment I stood back up, regathered my things and started limping toward the entrance.

When I got around to the front entrance doors I was greeted by other soldiers working there and immediately boarded onto a plane.

~~A FEW HOURS LATER~~

I got off the plane and took a breath of fresh air. Gen's house was a few blocks from here so I figured I'd just walk. The sun was just setting here and the horizon was almost breathtaking. As I started in my walk I noticed that I still had my gun. No wonder people looked a bit scared when I passes them on the street.

As I got closer to Gen's place I started hearing screams. By this time I was running full speed toward her house. As I ran through the lawn the screams sounded familiar. It was Gen. I pulled my riffle from my back and kicked down the door. Gen was on the floor nearly unconscious and Raye was beating her mercilessly as if the door didn't catch his attention. In an instance I fired three shots. Raye fell to the floor.
I ran to Genesis and checked her pulse. It was faint and slow and I could barely feel it. That bastard had nearly beaten her to death.

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Its funny how when you love someone so much you'd give anything for them. That's how I feel in this moment. The neighbors had managed to call the police and told them about the situation. Here I was holding on to my sisters body laying motionless in my arms. Her petite figure that would usually be lively and full of excitement now lay limb and weak.

Why her? Out of everyone in the world it had to be her.

Just when I though things were going to get better between my sister and I, some fuck up shit happens and almost takes her away from me.

But what if it does take her away?

Sometimes I wish the voice in the back of my head would just disappear. That way I won't have to face the possibilities of reality or even reality its-self for that matter.

I remember when Gen and I were kids. We didn't have to worry about about this. We were the kind of siblings that never fought. She was my baby sister and I watched over and protected her as the older brother. We had an unbreakable bond and I was always there for her. But now that we're older and lead separate lives, mine being over-seas, I'm never around to be there for her and protect her. If only I was here. If I would have been here sooner and stopped this before it happened then I wouldn't be here holding my sister's unconscious body.