Kill Or Be Killed (H2OVANOSS)

chapter 1: where it all starts

Jonathan was with his best friend Luke, walking around the woods. "I'm glad we made it back to our hometown, I can't wait to see our friends and family and show them how awesome we look in our uniforms." Luke smiled at the old
place they called home. "Me too, Luke, I can't believe we actually made it to the army... it almost seemed like we were not gonna make it, but we did- huh?" Jonathan stopped in mid-sentence and looked around. "What's wrong, Delirious?" Luke called out, seeing his odd behavior. "Do you feel that?" Jon asked, looking at his friend right in the eye. Luke waited and he felt the ground rumble under him.

"What the hell is happening?" he asked. The ground began to shake more and
they heard helicopters and jets.
"RUN! We gotta make it to the town!" Delirious yelled. They began running and felt the rumbles getting louder. "Oh, god..." Luke breathed. They kept running, and once they made it to town, they saw the mess. Cars, flipped or exploded. The houses all destroyed and people running. "Let's go find our family!" Delirious ran with Luke as they stumbled through the roads. Bombs were being dropped, and the ground began to split. They climbed through ruined streets and vaulted over cars.

Luke's phone began to ring and he answered it. "Hello?" he said, quickly
putting the person on speaker. "LUKE! Thank god! We are in a safe place- the
army took us in but Jonathan's mother is not with us! Find her, please!"

"We are on our way! Stay safe! Goodbye!"

"Bye Luke." And with that, he hung up.

"Shit, my mom!" Delirious yelled and
ran faster. Then an explosion roared. "Oh god, please!" Luke yelled. "When I
turn the corner, my house is going to be intact and my mom will be inside
safe," Jonathan prayed. But that wasn't the case. The house was burning, shattered, lying in a pile of rubble. "NO!" Delirious yelled. "MOM!" His mom was under a pile of collapsed ceiling- tiles and wood and scraps, half of her body covered. "Jesus Christ!" Luke yelled. "Mom! Oh, god! Where's Dad and Maria?!" Jonathan screamed as he ran over to his trapped mother. She smiled and kissed her son tenderly. "They're safe. They left a couple of hours
ago." Jonathan panted furiously. "Mom, don't worry, I'll get you out!" The two boys tried fruitlessly to pull her out, but it was no use. "Jonathan... my legs are broken and something is going through my leg... Even if you did get me out,there's no way I can run." Jonathan sobbed, glaring at his mother. "Shut up! I can carry you! Goddamit Pull, Luke!" Jonathan choked out. "I'm trying!" Luke shouted back. "Kids, please leave!" the woman pleaded, but Jon just growled in response, "Never! I'm not going to leave you here to die!" The ground began shaking even harder, and they looked up to see a tank approaching.

"Oh, fuck, oh FUCK, OH FUCK!" Luke screeched. The trapped woman cried out in pain. "Jonathan, stop! You're going to rip my leg out! Whatever's through my leg is going to mess up something in my body if you keep pulling like that!"

"Clara!" a voice yelled from behind them. "Edward, thank god! Take these two and get out of here!" she yelled. "No can do! I leave nobody behind, and that includes you!" Clara shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Please, just take them! My legs are broken and Jonathan needs to get back with his father!"

"Sorry, Clara, but I was trained to do this," Edward said and gestured to a
man, signaling for him to help Jon and Luke. "Edgardo! Help them get her out!"

"Sir, yes sir!" Edgardo barked. "No! Edward!" Clara sobbed as her old friendran into danger. Edward was muttering to himself, "Just find a way to stop the tank and save all of them... nothing fancy..." and was about to attempt just that when he saw the tank. His eyes widened, thoughts of the tragedy shattering his armor of adrenaline. He spun around, snatching up Jonathan and throwing
him over his back. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU BASTARD!" Jon yelled in protest.
"Thank you..." Clara whispered, tears glistening on her cheeks. "Edgardo,
leave her! Get the other boy!" Edgardo obeyed, ignoring Luke's protests and Jon's screams for his mother. "I love you, Jon!" she cried.

"Stay alive!" Jon broke down, body wracking with sobs. "I love you too..." As they were carried further away, survival instinct kicked in and Clara covered her tear-streaked face with one hand, choking out, "Wait! Please, don't leave me! I want to be
with my family!" The tank drew ever closer, about to flatten the house along with Jon's mother. "MOM! NO, STOP!" Jonathan roared, but it was no use. He watched as the tank bore down upon the house, murdering his mother. Her blood splattered everywhere, only to vanish under the tracks of the tank.Jonathan's pupils shrunk, animalistic horror overtaking his body.

"Jesus..." Luke whispered. There was nothing they could do anymore.
Once they were out of the danger zone, Jonathan screeched, hitting Edward on the back of his head furiously, fists pounding down on him. "You little shit," Edward growled, throwing Jon to the ground. "FUCK YOU! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER! MY MOM COULD'VE SURVIVED! BUT NO! Y'ALL HAD TO BE PUSSY ASS BITCHES!" Guilt washed across Edward's features. "No, I couldn't! There was nothing I could have done!"

"YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO THE ARMY!" Edward glared down, trying to smother his regret by kicking Jon in the face. "Shut the fuck up! Even if I stayed and saved her, it wouldn't have made a difference because there was a goddamn tank that would've slaughtered all of us!" Blood leaked from Jon's mouth, and Luke gasped. "Delirious!" He slipped out of Edgardo's grip, running to his fallen friend. Luke crouched beside him,
turning to glare at Edward.

"Motherfucker! You're a piece of shit and a coward!" Edward started to cry. "I know! I am! But it had to be done! We would've ALL died! You really think that was an easy decision to make? I'm sorry..." Luke stayed quiet, turning back to his friend only to see him unconscious. "I'm calling my son, Evan... He'll come pick us up..." Edward croaked out, desperate to keep the two safe after what he'd done.

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A/n a huge thanks to my new editor, "