Being hit by his mutinous subordinates's bullets, General Francis Xavier Hummel was sure that this was the end. But the next moment he suddenly found himself in the past, 10 days before the rebellion. Now he and the people he can trust will have to...
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The main character: General Francis Xavier Hummel. Usually I like to change male characters I like into their female versions (adapt them to suit myself), but there are also some that are hard to adapt. Such, for example, are Neo from the Matrix, Wolverine of the X-Men and several others.
Frank's story is, of course, tragic. Even watching this movie as a child, I didn't perceive him as a bad character, and over time when I began to listen to the characters' words, and not just watch the action, I began to perceive many of them differently.
Writing from the male character's POV is, of course, more difficult, but I always prefer to experience the story through the protagonist's eyes (it doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman), rather than watching from the side writing or reading the third person stories.
Several bullets pierce my body, I fall, but manage to fire several times before the gun falls out of my hand. The shootout continues. There is someone else... Major Baxter, struck by bullets, falls dead...
Burning pain turning into numbness... Someone grabs me from behind and drags away. Have no strength to resist. The wounds are fatal, but I don't think about that... I'm not angry at them... I'm only angry at myself. They believed me... Until this moment... It's cold...
"God, what have I done..."
"Where's the last rocket? Where's the last rocket?!" shouts the one who's shielding me from the bullets of my former comrades, while the other one is shooting, diverting attention from us.
Must say... Maybe they will be able to fix this... It's getting dark, I can't breathe. Scared. Scared because of what I did. It shouldn't have been like this... I didn't want it... I wanted justice for my people: the dead and the survivors... I let them down...
"Come on... Where is the last rocket?!"
"Lower lighthouse..." is all I manage to say. The view and sounds gradually fade away, darkness surrounds me, and now I am already flying somewhere forward along a long tunnel towards a bright light...
It's getting closer... closer... No sense of danger. Although what is out there is unknown... but I am no longer afraid. Fear, resentment, anger, helplessness – all this is behind... And if the torments of hell await me, then it is deserved. Goodbye... And forgive me for everything, if you can...
(Play the soundtrack while reading the next episode)
...The bright light hits my eyes. I involuntarily wince, but can't shield myself – my hands almost don't obey me. The whole body feels somehow strangely heavy, hard to move. So I just remain motionless until I can see in the whiteness... beige ceiling tiles with built-in elongated lamps. What?.. What is this place? Did I die? If so, then why does it feel so... alive? I take a cautious breath again, move my fingers, slowly feel myself, continuing to stare blankly at the ceiling. Doesn't make sense: I remember two bullets in the right thigh, one in the left shoulder, and another that completely killed me - in the heart area... But there's nothing! Neither scars, nor bandages, or the wounds themselves can be felt under the fabric of clothing. No pain... It was as if all this had never happened at all. What the...
