Metal Poppy

Chapter Two~ Cole

Coles' P.o.V~~~~
I shook my head, turning away from the departing train and helping General to round up the people left there. Forcing the image of the hopeless looking girl out of my mind, I tried concentrating on the task at hand. 'Do the task in front of you now, as those yet to come and that have passed are out of reach.' For a hardened soldier he was wise. He'd taught me a lot, including how to survive the regiments even as the youngest recruit.

I'd never wanted to fight. I had planned on staying behind and trying to fill the gaps that others had left, but then there was an... Incident. My mother had tried to travel to the front lines to meet with my father one last time but was caught. He was basically going on a suicide mission, trying to bomb London, but mum wasn't allowed to visit or communicate. She was branded a traitor and given the death penalty, under the false accusation that she was trying to sneak away and help the other side. They would have carried it out, too, if I hadn't volunteered. We weren't doing as well as the English and their side thought, and a huge advantage was the concentration camps. If they were breached there was no way we'd win. Anyway, I volunteered and she was released. The next week it was off to training, two months later the front lines.

"Cole! Bring the vans round, will you? Tim's got the keys." General called out. I nodded my acceptance and started walking through the townspeople. Tim was one of my few friends here, and only a few years older. He'd taken me under his wing, as had General. The others were... Well, not the kindest lot to say the least.

"Tim, chuck us the keys for the vans! General wants them bringing round." He straightened up, turning to give me a joking grin.

"Sorry Sooty, you're too young to drive. You'll have to sit in the booster seat." We shared a laugh. I didn't mind Tim making comment about my age, as unlike some of our fellow soldiers I knew he didn't really mean it. Sooty was the nickname he gave me, Cole>Coal> sooty> it gave us a bit of humour, especially on days like today, when we were doing jobs we really didn't want to do. But they had to be done- at least, that's what we were told.

As I exited and walked toward the vehicles, I thought it over. A lot of us were fed up with this war, and would be much happier calling truce, but the people further up the ladder weren't content with that and saw victory as just around the corner. A lot of the people here would now be sent to concentration camps in Scotland, hurriedly built. Truthfully, we'd had it staked out and been in control for a good few months, but it was just earlier today that it was officially beaten. I thought suddenly of the girl on the train, who had just escaped us. Revving the engine, and wondering if I'd catch up with her further down the country, I drove down the block and up the side on the raid shelter before parking and hopping out. Grim, hopeless faces looked at me dully as I opened the door to their doom.

Apparently the road to hell came with cushioned seats and a butler.

🌷🌐 Slightly shorter chappy than usual today (I think? :/) (omg that :/ face looks like a turtle :/))  any who, if I update later than usual it's cause recently I was sat in bed and suddenly this huge writers block appeared and dropped off my ceiling onto my head and it stayed there so I couldn't write DDD:
(Only time I'm creative when I have writers block is when I'm making an excuse)
((Shhh you know nothing of this))
See you next chapter!
(Hopefully. That writers block hit me hard.)