Its death or victory

Prolog

I'm walking down the long, white floor and curse, while my eyes lay on the numbers on the white hospital-doors. Commander Derik is behind one of them, but nobody wanted me to told how bad his injury really is, what means I have to find him on my own and my sense of direction is not that what people would call "a gift from god".

It was the night as they wanted to send me to the front of the thorny heliumwar, when Commander Derik called me in his tent. I was the youngest of his soldiers and totally frightened, because I doesn't want to die, I mean... who wants? Of course, I had learned how to shoot and to follow orders, but I still felt like a child, even if Idont want to be one. My childhood went away when my mother started drinking and I saw my father dying. I still miss him and I want just back to my little brother...

Nobody shows you, in your training, what the corpse of a little, innocent kid is looking like. Nobody tells you how to stitch a wound, or how it looks like when one of your friends I loosing a hand, or is going insane and somebody just shoot him in the head. How it feels and look like when a friend of you is dying in a war of gas and oil. Its terrible.

Derik asked me why I was fighting in this war, because I wasn't even fifteen and more or less a volunteer soldier and I answered, like my mother told me when I left my home, that I have done it for fame and glory. That was a dumb lie. He looked at me and asked the same question again and this times, my answer was honestly. I needed money for my little brother and for my mother.

Idont know why, but I trusted him. Not just because he was my supervisor and saved my life more than one time, but because he really cared about his people. He didn't passed in this war. Another soldier told me that he was a Doctor, once for a long time. Somebody that help people and not shoot them.

He told me to sit down and I did like he said. He showed me a map of the war and I honestly dont know a lot about war but... we were screwed. We were losing and I could not say why I survived that long, but this luck should end on the next day.

He told me that he would send me back home, but I couldn't accept that. I really needed the money. That should have been a warning, but I just thought about Mikey and what my father told me, so many times.

"Takecare of your brother."

I really needed it, because we were loosing our house and maybe, just maybe could my brother go to a college with the money..? I mean...why not? But my father surely dont wanted me to die that ugly way.

He stand up, was going around the desk and I watched my hands,nervously. Nobody should disobey a order, but what wanted he to do?Told his boss that I'm not going back home, when they really need soldiers in a bad war  against Better living industrie?

Derik told me to put my hands on the desk and I dont know why, but I had done it. I had not the time to think about what would happened next,but then he broke my hands with a easy Move and I screamed like never before. That hurts really bad.

He didnt said anything about it and just called a nurse, that should take me with the train into the next city in a hospital. He saved my life and I still get the money...

In the next morning some Doctor told me that I should be really happy, because nobody came back from the front in that night, except Derik.

I stop in front of the door and knock with the foot against the white wood. I open the door and go in the room. Derik lies in the bed and watches me, with a little smirk on the lips. His brown eyes have red margins from the helium and hes skin is really pale from the medication. My eyes fly to the place where his legs should be, but near the bed is a black wheelchair with a lot of electricity.