Chess stares weakly at the horizon as the sun shines into every corner of the world. A firm hand grabs his shoulder, snapping Chess out of his trance. " Shift is done. Go." Chess nodded at the muscular man. This guy could have easily snapped him in half is he wanted. The cot creaked as chess lays his body against it.
" Hey shit stick, mind your own ground!"
Chess groans as his crew starts bitching about who gets what bed. " God guys just shut your faces please.." He slams the pillow over his head as the guys just keep yelling at each other. Someone In his platoon was named Nickolas Everdeen, but most people called him Nick.
" I bet Nicks going to be the first one to die.. he's a fucking moron.. I mean who sleeps in a damn tree?" Chess growls and bolts up.
" I am done of your guy's crap!! Lay down, and fricken sleep already good god..." small snickers fill the air.
" aww.. Can mama's little boy not curse? Come here sweetie pie, mamas got you.." The guys all break out laughing at Chess as he looks like he just got punched in the gut. He growls then walks back to his own cot, away from them.
A boy, not much older than 19, Sat in the cot beside him. He was smoking a fresh cigarette before pulling it away. " Those guys being bitches to ya?" Chess pushes his stiff body up into a stiff sitting position. His eyes searched the man in front of him, curious on why this guy was talking to him. " I guess... I don't mind though. " The guy draws one long smoke from the cig in his hand then taps the ashes away.
" oi it's gets worse from here hot shot. But don't worry, they will eventually leave you alone. So, what brings you here?" He takes another long breath from the cig as smoke thickens the air. There was a long pause before Chess opened his mouth to speak.
" U-um.. a friend. " He fiddles with the ends of his sleeves, showing he's obviously uncomfortable with the topic. " Ah. Well that ain't a bad reason. Is this Friend actually a lover by any chance?" Chess freezes up as he can feel his nails dig into the heels of his hand.
" Y-Yeah..." is all he could get out before he starts breaking under the pressure. Chess could feel warm tears drip down his cheeks as his hands started shaking violently. But one made a its way to his tags. He held his, and Nicks tightly in his palm. " S-sor--" Chess feels strong, yet gentle arms wrap around Him.
" Don't be sorry. Felt the same way when I was drafted to this god forsaken war. And those dicks bitching over there about god knows what..." He heaves a heavy sigh and rubs Chess's back. " you'll be okay. Just don't let them dick heads out there get to ya... they don't mean any harm." Chess nods. " oh yeah! Forgot to ask ya, what's your name?" Chess swallows heavily.
" Ch-Chess... " The guy nods. " nice name... suits ya. Anyone could play you like a game of chess." He laughs as Chess's face turns blood red. He feels the guy slap his leg with a small chuckle. " I'm just messing with ya. The names Nickolas Everdeen. Or Nick for short! Nice to meet ya Chess!" Nick holds his hand out as Chess's face goes pale. " Hey Chess.. you alright?... your face looks like you just seen a ghos--" Some men barge into their conversation.
" You are looking at a ghost. That bitch is gunna die by the way he sleeps!!!" They laugh then carry on with their conversation. Nick sighs. " Oi.. assholes... so chess, you okay?.." Chess doesn't respond, his mind blank as he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. So he only nods as tears flood his cheeks.* ' Good god this kid is a fucking mess..' Nick hugs him tightly and rubs his back in soothing circles. " shh.. Its okay kiddo.. your going to be fine. Your going to get to go home and see your family and your lover." At this point, chess has lost it. He doesn't have a family, or a lover anymore. His family kicked him away, and his lover died here. He has nothing left to live for except Nicks bike. After awhile, Chess can breath again so nick lets go.
