I Got A Story Book Of My Own • Tank Dempsey

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Excavation Site 64, Meuse, Lorraine, France
June 4th, 1918
(Dimension 63)

"You liar!" The girl in distress yelled angrily at the man, whose named Andy, looking straight at her with a risen eyebrow and a smirk on his lips. "You started all of this!"

"You aren't listening to me, Love" Andy said with his deep voice. He tucked his hand in his back pocket as if he was reaching for something. She looked down noticing what he was doing, but it did not phase her. She was bewildered with rage and confusion to care. "Why would I lie to you? You're acting insane!We are in this together okay?" He said to her as calmly and convincing as he could with his resting face he held his free hand out for her to grab.

Not buying it, she didn't want to live in her personal hell everyday just because of this man.

Taking a big breath she then let out a sigh grabbing his hand and squeezed it tight leaning on his shoulder feeling him run his big hand down her back. While she stared at his shoulder she ran her arm down her back pocket and grasped the handle of her Bowie knife and quickly but swiftly swung her knife towards his neck. In shock, he had a quick react reflex jumping back instantly grabbing her arm squeezing tightly.

"You're just like the others!" He hissed getting face to face to her, both looking angry at one another. The girl huffed before she rose her knee up harsh against the mans crotch, in his agonizing and vulnerable moment she pushed him down and rose her knife back up holding her hand against his neck. To keep him straight down she held her leg on his stomach, though it wasn't enough. She was small compared to the man she fought, he had so much muscle and he was tall.

"Drink your fucking lies!" Love growled swinging her arm down to stab his chest deep, only to be pushed off by Andy when his arm was free. She got swung back to the dusty and rocky ground now pinned on the floor by the man she once thought she could trust. She could see the hate in his eyes, the same hate she had in her soul for this man.

"Oh how the tables have turned!" Andy smirked a evil smirk grabbing her wrist forcefully as she jerked back but failed to disconnect.

"Let go!" She hissed

"I'm afraid it's too late for reconciliation" he chuckled holding her Bowie knife in his free hand, quickly shifting the blade straight through the palm of her hand. Her blood painted her arm red quickly sinking down to her elbow, she growled, she wanted to cry but she thought that big girls do not cry. She can get through this. "Now you're done fighting? Now that the demons can smell you from miles away? Now that you are going to get us both killed? Now you're done fighting? Hmmm" he looked at her lay her head back, he chuckled once again. "Well well well..."

Andy's chuckle quickly stopped when he felt a shaft of a gun pointed on the back of his head, also seeing her eyes staring behind him and shadows of three figures behind him "back away from the girl" a Russian voice said protectively, he knew he had to obey or he was going to die right now.

Dropping her open wound on the rocks the male character pushed the weapon to his head harder. So he stood up turning his head he could see the three men stare at him angrily. A Japanese warrior, a Russian spy, and a American soldier stared him down, and they have weapons of their own aiming straight at him. There was no way he'd win against the three of them.

Growling, he dropped the Bowie knife on the ground "turn around" the Russian said "away from us"

Doing as he was told, he rolled his eyes and turned around and watched the Japanese warrior walk over to his girl and helped her up. Turning his head he could see the American aim a revolver at his head, glaring, he was ready to fire.

"Are you alright?" The Japanese warrior asked her as he held her shoulder

"I'm-"

"She's fine"

"Shut it" the Russian spy said quickly "she can talk for herself."

"She's with me!"

"Not anymore" the American walked over beside his Japanese friend "we will take her from here"

"No! She is mine! Who do you fools think you are?!" He got angry seeing that she didn't fight to stay with him. Why would she anyways? "Love!"

"Shoot him" the girl said looking at the man with the Strife to her betrayers head "before I do it."

"What?! Love!" Andy growled with red eyes, feeling heart broken himself, his first reaction was to swing his arms up to grab her and strangle her. both the American soldier and Japanese warrior got in front of her to shield her as the Russian spy fired his weapon at Andy in the back of his head. Seeing him lying on the ground, dead, was a relief to her, no more manipulation and maybe some sort of freedom.

"Are you alright?" the Japanese warrior asked softly, holding the wrist of her bleeding palm.

"Been better, this could be worse" she shrugged then said  "thank you, for killing him" to the man who killed Andy for her.

He nods "I am Nikolai Belinski" he said holding his hand over his chest then he started to point to his friends "his name is Takeo Masaki and the American is Tank Dempsey"

"Well boys, since we are sharing names...my name is Hannah Crimson, but everyone calls me Love. That does not exclude you three, unless you for some reason can't handle the name" she said with her smirk looking at them.

Takeo held his hand on her wrist as he ripped a piece of cloth from his uniform to keep the wound tended "We should have that wound looked at, before it gets infected"

"We have a nut job of a doctor at the base." Dempsey said holding his Zweihänder, a light machine gun,  with both his hands "I'll lead the way incase any meat-sacks show up."

"I got behind." Nikolai volunteered holding his shot gun, the MOG 12 to be specific, escorting Love and Takeo who covered the bleeding wound securely.