; glory and gore [1]

S I X T E E N ; SUN

______And I will make no peace today...

Throbbings vibrate through an airport, barely filled with a couple of lost ghosts, disturbing the peaceful of the troubling dawn. Silence seems like mocking the broken bodies and sad souls, allowing a short break before war rages once more.

Aching silhouettes reunite with difficulty at the spot ordered by the soulless conductors of this chaos, their careless behaviors and indifference to others' pain well too knowed by the mindless soldiers.

Fatigue results from restless nights, each spent in the cruelty of their dreams or the illusion of their nightmares - mental wounds already marked the cursed kids. Apathetic eyes and scraps of almost intelligible words are the only sounds in the darkness of the tedious place.

Youth is bound to fight the battles the older generations provoked - now cowardly witnessing the damages from far away.

Everyone figure they endure endless tortures on the battlefield for personal matters: revenge, power, glory, to protect the ones they hold dear to what's left from their hearts etc.

They all  are mistaking.

Because if the managers haven't transformed what could have been a paradise into an infinite Hell these irksome situations and dreadful decisions would have never came into fruition.

Hearts of gold get stained by blood only because individuals get stuck, their backs against the wall, no reasonable escape in sight.

No matter the methods, survival is everyone's intent.

But does survival still is an option when the team's principle asset goes down to the enemy ?

That thought has been crossing Sasha's mind like a shooting star would cross the night sky: furtively but meaningfully.

Her perpetual agitated mind has become numb the second her precious acolyte disappeared from her vision in the hospital's room. Her frenetic walk had been roughly stopped by an oppressive grip falling hard on her freil body, her head then resting in between Graves' tattooed arms.

Scepticism towards the shady Doc's diagnosis invades her tired brain whilst Banks bites her nails out of anxiety, absolutely clueless about Owens' health. Corey and his protective ways obviously took good care to shield the redheaded by covering any details concerning his conditon's gravity.

As usual when power slips away from the control freak's hold it burns a huge hole in her mind, the machine's wheels uncapable of fonctioning straight. Void keeps echoing inside her entity, just as if her soul is definitely missing, directly linked to Kevin's.

Perhaps when she's been forced out of the room the only thing that actually moved was her body.

What do they say again ?