Hells Bells

War Stories 1

"If you ask me one of my biggest regrets...I'd say It be putting on this uniform, for some sort of recognition and trying to live up to my family's lineage of fighting America's war. I'm not blinded by my undying patriotism to realize I put this uniform on for a selfish reason instead of a righteous one."

-Wyte P. Blechin

Anarchy is all that he sees in front of him. Arragonian soldiers burn and pillage a settlement belonging to the Rabbit clans. The Rabbits are the main fighting force for the cult in their so called holy war. Governments of the United States and Arragon have decided to wage total war on the cult until capitulation or destruction. Men left behind because of their wounds are butchered. Women and children are scalped alive or thrown into a large fire in the center of the settlement. He looks to a group of Arragonians near him and shouts an order to them. They mount their horses and thunder down to stab the back of the innocents who a trying to douse the flames. A MK5 tank in Arragonian markings, eerily moves toward the village. Spewing flames from one of it's gun ports, igniting the untouched houses and fields. It's machine guns gun down any who leave.

A young Rabbit girl runs from her concealment to the fire burning in the center. Slamming on her knees and raising a crucifix shaped like a star with six points. She shouts into the polluted sky with tears streaming down her face.

"Gods on high, can you hear your servants belt out and cry, deliver us remember us! Take our souls to a land promised to us! Send us your shepherds to deliver us!"

Her reward for this act wasn't salvation but damnation. Through the choking smoke around her an Orc militiaman emerged carrying a Rabbit clan tomahawk. He pierced her skull sparing her from the fate of the fire she now lays in front of. Another Militiaman runs up from behind the orc and begins to immediately scalp the girl for her ears. The Orc gives a look of disgust at the savagery of his fellow countrymen.

He walks through the burning embers of the settlement holding a cloth to his face. He thinks of dawning his gasmask but decides against it. Coming upon the center is a horrific ordeal as the soldiers begin throwing the dead into the yet extinguished fire. Those still alive are tossed in as well with no regard. He stops and takes off his helmet to wipe sweat from his brow with the cloth he had over his mouth. Doing so he spots a figure stand up from the pile over corpses. Before anyone can react the figure runs at him. Dropping his helmet he pulls his sidearm and fires.

The scene distorts to that of a field of sand with hard pouring rain, the person running at him distorts into that of a soldier of the Peoples Liberation Army of China. He shoots him dead a little disoriented at the change. All around him are men of the 23rd Infantry engaged in heavy hand to hand combat with the PLA. He receives a wound from another PLA soldier stabbing him with a bayonet in the ribs puncturing his lung. Adrenaline kicks in and he throws the man off him and emptying his magazine into the soldier. The PLA begin to run away from the battle. He calls around and pushes the 23rd forward, as he trotted along with them until he falters due to his wounds.

He stares into the sand under his feet knowing this is the part were he collapses, but the ground begins to distort as rotting corpses of the PLA and 23rd begin to crawl up his ankles. The further he gets away from them the more appear until he's on a pile of corpses clawing at him. He draws his colt single action and pulls back the hammer.

He jolts from his sleep, nearly falling out of his seat. He looks around frantically seeing he's in his office in Azur. Boxes everywhere as he was packing up to leave the dimension for a new station. A closer look shows an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor along with all his medals strewn about. Leaning back in his chair he calms himself trying to remember the previous night before. Recounting his memories he suddenly sits up right, reexamining his medals on the floor. He notices one missing, grabbing a desk drawer he rips it open giving a little exhale. In the drawer was a white grip Colt Single Action Army revolver, a box of cigars, and a black box with a gold accent on the corners. He grabs the box and opens it seeing his lost medal is still there. Closing the box he puts it back in the drawer and closes it. He stands up and head for the door to get fresh air. Opening it and walking through, he looks back and closes the door. On the door is a nameplate. Office of Commander Blechin