Untold Tales

Won't Go Easy

Genre: drama, action, military

Summary:

John, an orphan from Queens joins the army at 18, ready to get proof that he can save a life.

Andre, a lucky man who finds a break in the army at age 20.

Luke, a kid that was set for success, until the war took him away at 18.

Adalard, like his father before him at 19 he joined his nations army.

Four unlikely kids find themselves in a bit of a pickle when they realize there's a war going on.

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This story contains:
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Strong language
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Racial discrimination
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Antifeminist society
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Graphic descriptions of injury
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Mood swings
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The author having writers block
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The author having mood swings
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Emotions

1.

Hard bullets of rain held no remorse as they pounded against the black pavement. There were few cars out at this time of night, especially in this weather. The streetlamps seemed almost dim in the relentless downpour, but stayed glowing none the less. Tall buildings lined the street behind a wide sidewalk. most of the buildings held dark windows, indicating the owner was either away or asleep.

The loud bang of a rather abused door was no match for the raging rain, it's light reaching outward onto the sidewalk. The silhouette of a large man walked into the light streaming from the open doorway. His shoulders were broad and he held himself high as he placed a slick hat on his head, and stepped into the rain.

Another shadow joined his, this one as a woman dressed in a long dress, and her hair in a disgruntled bun. She held a bundle in her arms, and slowly cradled it as if any sudden move may upset it. Her face was fair and small streaks of tears matched the rain across her blush. The man turned to the woman, she brought the bundle to her face, then reluctantly slid it into the mans arms. She didn't do anything as the man opened his umbrella and continued into the dark rainy night with the bundle. She stood a moment in the light before turning and shutting the door with a soft thud.

The man held the bundle close to his chest as he took care to not let the rain hit it. Now in a light jog, the man took a turn down the next street, illuminated by the steady glow of the streetlamps. He jogged for the entirety of 40 blocks, until he found what he was searching for.

Buildings broke off into a brick wall, and the man slowed his pace as a metal gate loomed in front of him. Taking a few uneasy steps forward the man placed his umbrella down next to him. With a deep breath he pushed open the large gates that produced a long creak. Quickly running up the stoop of the house he gingerly placed the bundle by the door under cover.

Banging his fist on the door many times he took one last look at the bundle and took off. A portly woman answered the door, only to find the bundle. With a scowl she lifted it into her arms and took a long look at what it held.

A small child lay wrapped in the bundle, by the looks of it, the child was a boy. A healthy one at that, he had bright blue eyes and a tuft of blonde hair upon his head. The child stared at the fat woman with no fear or sadness. She scowled once more and stepped inside the house, banging the door behind her before locking it well.

10 years later.

It was a wet morning in Queens New York, puddles made themselves overt, and the people were just starting to wake up. A boot splashed up dirty water as a boy sprinted down the street, ocasonally dodging a pedestrian. The boy wore mud crusted brown boots, wrinkled cargo pants, and a once loose white shit. He pumped his arms in swift swings as he rounded a corner, desperate to get away from what was chasing him.