A good soldier never gives up

The beginning

  War was all to be seen. Everywhere you look, all you would see is total destruction. My friends were fighting to receive power, killing anything that was alive. All around, I saw men die. The only thing I could hear are the cries of many women and children as they were taken away from each other, never to see each other again. This life I live showing no mercy to anything against my reign was meaningless to me. At least, that's what I thought until I found him. A woman trying desperately to protect her young child away from my fellow soldiers was running away. I easily catch her arm as she tried her best to out run me.

"Let go of me! Please sir! Spare my child! He's only a baby!" the woman cried. She was very beautiful and quite young. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her golden brown hair flowed in the wind behind her as her green eyes pleaded for the safety of her child.

I snatched the child away from the mother and put a gun to her head. "This child shall join the other children and grow into one of my soldiers. G-12! Put this girl with the others!" She tried to reach her son as she was pulled away. As they loaded the girl into the truck, our mission here was completed. Another village has been destroyed, the women have been taken into our custody, and the children will be trained into soldiers. I began to hear a small whimper coming from the baby. I look down to see the young boy stare up at me with fear in his grey eyes.

"Hey, Damien! Let's go back to our camp!" my friend, Chris, shouted. I looked over to him and nodded. "Let's move out everyone!" I shouted to the other soldiers.

I watched as my soldiers separated into groups. One team takes the children back to our training camp while the other takes the women to a concentration camp. With the child in my arms, I walk back to lead my team back into our territory. "Sir, would you like me to place that child with the others?" Ben asked me as he walked over to me.

I shook my head no. "This child is different from the rest. I shall raise him as my own son and turn him into one of the best soldiers we have."

He nodded and asked. "What are you going to call the boy, sir?"

I looked back down to the small child who had began to cry and said, "William. His name shall be William Ashton." Ever since that day, I watched the child grow into a strong, obedient soldier. Every night after he had went to sleep, I visited his mother in the camp. She begged me to allow her to be apart of the boy's life, but each time, I refused to allow her.

"Damien, why would you come to talk to me about my son when you won't allow me to be in his life. Every child needs a mother, and by the sound of it, he needs me." She told me with sad eyes. Her son was now five years old, and doesn't even know about her existence.

I chuckled, "so you could know what I'm creating. This child is mine and will always be mine. The only way for you to see him is if you become mine as well." She looked up at me with melancholic eyes. "Maybe if you were mine, I'll bring him along one day to meet you."

"Alright. I'll become yours if it gives me my son back," she agreed. I watched her to see if she was serious and was surprised to see that she was. "I'll become yours for him. If you want to become my husband, I have to watch my child grow up into the man his father was."

I laughed, "alright then, you seem to be serious about this. If you recall correctly, his father is dead. William is too young and hasn't completed his training yet. Unless, you want me to put him in the front lines of hell, that is."

She shook her head no, "don't hurt my son! Please, don't put him in any sort of danger!" She began to cry, as the thought of the child she hasn't seen for five years dead popped into her head. She doesn't understand what the boy has been through already.

"Relax, my precious toy. William is growing up strong and healthy in my care. He knows no happiness nor true sadness. He's growing into a perfect soldier." I told her. I kissed her forehead before handing her another picture of the boy. He was aiming his gun at something in the distance; his hair long for a child of his age.

She took the photo and held it to her chest. "He looks more and more like his father with every picture you give me." As I left her cell, I walked over to the guard. "move the woman in the third cell to one of the nicer cells. Make sure she gets food and clean water, for that woman shall be my wife." He nodded and took off to do the task.