The bombs. The blood. The never ending shrill of shells sailing through the thick, smoggy air. The bullets cut through the battle like a knife through butter; only ending their flight when they implanted themselves into the endless tides of soldiers. Running towards their death; running towards me.
I stand at the side of the battle, watching the men play their little game of war. Slaughtering each other like animals. Rabid, hateful, twisted animals. They are no more than dogs trained to do their master's work. All of them.
Every man, every woman, running at each other across minefields, beaches, swimming through the Crimson tides to escape the 'Rat-a-tat-tat' of the bulky machine guns.
So many of them. All apart from two. I see two men. I see their fear, their terror, but I also see their love and hope they hold for each other. One has hair the colour of lemons and eyes so blue you'd mistake them for the rarest of sapphires. His pale white skin has been tinted by the grime and the blood and the horror. Surrounding one of those baby blue eyes is a huge, plum like bruise consisting of many hues of blue, red and purple.
His comrade is almost the opposite. Instead of the cropped blond hair (like his friend); he had messy, oak coloured locks. While the other is bulky and strong; he is quick and lean. His slightly tanned skin has also been tainted by the bloodshed of the last few years; yet he still has a youthful glow about him. A quality the other one unfortunately doesn't share. Another similarity between the pair is the previously mentioned blue eyes; two identical, perfect, topaz windows to their kind, warm souls.
As I stare at the two, I loose focus of the utter desolation around me. The countless bodies with waiting souls, waiting for me to collect them. The calm collected aura around them is shattered as a rounded piece of lead, so small you could loose it easily, shattered the heart of the brunette. A flower of scarlet bloomed upon the man's left breast. He slumped into the copper soaked earth with a look of shock and bewilderment etched upon his handsome, boyish features.
The blonde collapsed along side him and cradled the brunette's head in his lap.
"Shhh it's okay. You'll be in Brooklyn soon with your Rebecca and ma and pa. Remember to tell my ma that I said hello, you punk". The blonde orders. The dark haired man chuckles along with a glob of thick, saliva-blood concoction. "Sir yes sir".
"Steve...." He whispers. "Yes Buck". "I guess that this is the end of the line, pal". The man breathes out with his final breath as his kind heart stops. "No it's not, I'll see you soon". The lemon haired captain placed a sweet kiss upon the stilled lips of his lover before placing a revolver to his temple.
"I always loved you".
And another soul joins the queue to be taken.
-------------------------------------------- A/n I'm sorry that it was so morbid!! I edited and added stuff from my original piece because that was utter shite. So yeah.
I hope that you liked it! -Hope xxx
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