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Chapter Twelve

          The first notion that came into mind was getting Oggy out of the hazardous out-break, she hid herself in a darkened pit near the open field - there she stood quiet until it was my time to return to her. 

           Back as I was running to the fight, I realized Clovis was held against the ground with a few slashes to his jaw, I snuck on behind the German. As he turned back I drove my cutter deep through the back of his neck, he tripped over himself as froth drained from his mouth - along with the red gore, it was sickening to see the amount of red gore draining from him - it was like strawberry stream, some sort like that!

        Clovis dragged himself up from the dirt, glancing over at the deceased German sprawled across the ground, "goodness sake, August", he stumbled over to me.

       "You alright, Clove?". I muttered, looking up at him - at that instant, our eyes met. His hazel gentle eyes gave me a brittle sense in the knees, I shook my head low, looking away. My cheeks flushed pink as I ambled off. He followed me, keeping an close eye out for anymore of the Germans'.

      "Wait - where you going?". Clovis asked me.

       I paused and turned back toward him, "I'm leaving Clove...this is not who I am". He glanced back at the dead, than at me with a death stare, "well if you're going lad, I'm coming too", he responded.

      I nodded to agree with him, we wandered off from the non-existent Armed Force base. All the young men I once contributed with - were now over. One-ninety Six  was no longer alive, his body was lounged in the soil, the sense of blow slashes came into view across his ghostly mug - I knew exactly how that felt. I identified it as a regretful way to end life. I didn't truly hate One-ninety Six - I straightforwardly didn't like the idea of how he treated me - maybe it was because of my brown identity. I thought back to when John - First Commander stated to me; 'Some people aren't going to accept you for who you are, you just need to walk away from that'. Those words really revealed to how I'm living now, it bothered me for quite awhile.

     The gloomy skies rolled in on us as we wandered through the trees, it started to drizzle throughout. Clovis looked over at me, his hazel glossy eyes beamed in the darkened sunbeam, the blush red on the slight tip of his nose scrunched. "August, do you think we should find a cover or something?". He asked me, glancing at Oggy, "who's she?".

      I glanced over at Oggy, she shrugged confused, and tired to say a word. "Her name's Oggy". I muttered, gazing up at the dark blue  night sky, recognizing the rainfall is getting greatly unpleasant, "let's call it a night". I wandered through the bushes, leaving Oggy and Clovis behind.

       During the late night, Oggy was sound asleep, hidden under a few branches that kept the water from getting to her. I laid still on my back, thinking back to the out-break blowing up in a instant. It couldn't get out of my mind - the blows, bombs, dreadful reactions, and the maddening tears in their eyes.

      It was now a haunting.

      Clovis laid beside me, he took a quick glimpse at me, "how do you feel leaving the Armed Force base?". He quietly muttered, looking up at the gloom.

       "It's okay...you?". I whispered slightly.

       "I've been there for a couple years, it's sorta was my home".

       "Home?".

       "Yeah, John taught me a lot, he seemed like a dad". Clovis cleared his rough tone, looking over at me, "how old are you really?".

       "Seventeen, but John referred me to being twenty". I giggled to myself, shaking my head, and grinned up at the sky. Clovis grinned widely with his eyes still glued onto me, "seventeen, huh? I'm eighteen", he yawned drowsy, turning over onto his right side, "night August".

         "Night". I muttered, slowly closing my eyes.