Spartans [FINISHED]

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Memphis's POV I woke up to John shaking me. "Ah! John, what's wrong?" I start to prop myself up and I give him a questioning look. "We have to get out of here, now." He opens the back door of the van. And we jump out and run. John drags my behind the old factory."Head down!" He yells. I cover the top of my head and nothing falls. John grabs my hand again and we walk out and see Lin laying on the ground, her face covered in blood. "Lin!" Me and John yell. We run over to her. "Don't waist your time guys I'm done for." She whispers. I start getting choked up. "We can get help, Spartans never die, remember!" I cry. "Yeah, Spartans never die!" John says sounding like he's about to cry. "Not this Spartan." Those were her last words. The tears start rolling down my cheeks. "No, not again." I hear John whisper. Wait, his parents death, this happened to him before. Oh no. Fred comes running to John and grabs him by his collar. "What happened?" He asked. "An explosion, the blast hit her. She didn't make it." John stuttered. Fred lets go of him and hangs his head. "Well, she got you crying." Fred said trying to make a joke out of this. John balls his hand int a fist and punches Fred right in the nose. I grab John's arm to keep him from killing Fred. He looks at me and I nod my head no. He falls to his knees. I sit next to him. "This happened to your parents, didn't it?" I ask. He nods his head. "It's not your fault, John." I say trying to make him feel better. "My parents death or Lin." Oh my god I need to put him on suicide watch. He's going to end up killing himself with all the guilt he takes on. "Both." He looks at me. "Lin's death is my fault. I could've caught you so she wouldn't have come to get killed." Wow, he really blames it on himself. I watch Johnson pull up. "Memphis, start talking." He yells. "There was a blast from an explosion. Lin didn't make it." His eyes dart over to John. He pulls out his pistol and aims it at him. "You could've prevented this." John hangs his head. "Hey! Its not his fault!" I yell. "If anything, it's your fault for even letting us leave!" He puts his pistol back in its holster. "Get in the van." He points to the van. I grab John's hand and we walk to the van. I sit on the bench in front of him. He has his head down and his pistol in his hands. "John." He looks up at me and has his shield down. I can see the tears streaming down his face. I nod my head no. "Don't." I'm scared for John. He's going to end up killing himself. We get there and walk to the bunkers. "Hit the hay kids." Fred says. I climb up the ladder and look down at John. "You gonna be okay?" I ask and he nods his head yes. I lay down and go to sleep. At four in the morning we all get up. I look down at John's bed. The sheets are bloody and his knife is on his bed splattered with blood. "Oh no." I jump from my bunk and go to find John. I look outside and he's sitting in the spot I sat at when he got shot. He's got his pistol in his hands and his head resting on the barrel. "John!" I scream. He lifts his head up and looks at me. "Yeah." He whispers. I run up to him and pulled up his sleeve. I saw the cuts on his arm. I start to cry. "You saw it, didn't you." I look up and nod. "It's kind of hard when blood is all over the sheets and a knife laying on your bed." I say through tears. "Yeah. I guess so." He whispers. I look down and he has the picture of him and his parents. It has drops of blood covering where he was in the picture. I look up at him. "Want to know what they said to me last." He asks, I nod. "Remember, mommy and daddy love you." I pushed the button on his helmet that lifts his shield. Tears were rolling down his face. I wiped them away. "Don't let what Fred says get to you. Crying shows you have a heart. It's really sappy but it's true." John puts his shield down and giggles. I smile.