Army Of Angels (A Glanny Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nineteen

Army Of Angels:

Chapter Nineteen:

January 1916:

Have you ever felt that moment when time just stops? In every single person's life a moment in time will just freeze. It will make you freeze. It will last for eternity. Seconds ticking out into hours, days, years.

Of course, this isn't scientifically possible. You would have to have some kind of super brain to do that. You would have all the money and all the technology in the world to do something so big and something so significantly important. So tell me this. How is it that one single soldier can do something so big and so significant that it ruins another's life?

Then it begs the question of 'how is it that someone who seemed to be so normal. Someone so plain. How is it that they can be the most significant person in your life. How is it that that significant person can change how you feel and how you see yourself, how you see the world and how you see the future?'

The answer is standing in front if me. Danny is the answer to my prayers, my whims, my aches, my pains, my everything and I am his. Yet something is tearing us apart. That something being the spear poking out of his chest. I swear that after this night is out, I will never touch another bayonet ever again.

I revealed myself from my hiding place and walked over to Danny. His eyes were scrunched up with pain as he writhed about on the pole. I touched his arm lightly and he jumped causing him to cry out in pain as the spear moved about inside of him.

He opened his eyes and his pupils dilated as fear coursed through him. His face whitened and his hand found my arm and gripped tightly.

"Glen?" He asked shakily.

"It's me. I'm here," I said.

"You shouldn't be here,"

"Well I am... We should get this out of you," I said.

His eyes averted down to the bayonet that was protruding from the middle of his chest.

"It hurts," he gasped.

"I know... Will you let me take it out for you?"

He shook his head and I stared at him.

"Not just yet. You take that out and I will die faster,"

"You are not dying. No today. Not on my watch you're not!" I said sternly.

He looked down at me and into my eyes. His eyes glazing with tears.

"Glen. So brave. So talented. So ... Loved," he said.

"Danny ... You're talking like you've given up," I said.

He just looked at me and silence said more than a thousand words. Silence has always done that for us.

"No! You're not giving up! I won't let you!" I hissed.

"What other option do I have?"

"Trust me!"

"I do. I knew you would come tonight when no one else would. Why? Because I'm something to you and vice versa. The bond we share is like no other. Nothing like I have shared with another living soul on this planet. Always remember that Glen," he said.

"I won't have to remember it because you're gunna be there to remind me every single day for the rest of our lives!"

"No,"

I stared at him.

"No? What do you mean no?" I asked.

"No. I won't be here. I won't be with you. I will be some place else. Whatever land is after this one. I will be there. Now come a little closer, please?"