Dancing With Bullets

Unhappy Ever After

I lifted my arm to wipe the beads of sweat away from my face. It ended up leaving a smudge of flour on my forehead. I had been needing dough for today's batch of loaves, and needless to say, it left me exhausted. Then out of the lonesome silence in the kitchen came the crackle of an old radio being adjusted to the right channel. Soon after was the clear crisp voice of a man and woman talking about the hot topic of the day. It was all in Norwegian, but by then I had learned how to speak the language. I tuned in on what they were saying, my blood growing cold.

"We just got reports that the RHC is traversing alongside the east coast of Norway and occupying all and any villages in their path."

I pat my flour-coated hands on my apron before quickly rushing out to the front where the Norwegian was leaning against the counter. He was deep in thought but became startled by my sudden appearance in the doorway.

"Tord- turn it off."

"A-ah! Sorry, Y/n... I was curious." His hand swiftly moved to flick the switch on the radio. The talking promptly stopped, but my body continued to quiver. The caramel haired man picked up on my troubled state and moved in to embrace me. I tugged lightly on his hoodie, panic being sent down my spine in jolts, like an electric current. 

"They're going to find us- They're going to find me." I could feel Tord stroking my hair in a comforting manner, but a chuckle left his lips.

"We've been here for almost a year, it's October, what makes you think they'll even know who we are." He was treating this as a joke, but I could already see what would be happening in a matter of days- hell it could happen in a matter of hours!

"Tord- I know how these people work, they're going to take note of everyone in this village. They're going to ask for identification." I argued, my eyes filled with a plea for him to understand. I could finally see the reality set in with the subtle change in expression from calm to visibly worried. 

"We could move inland- maybe more towards Red territory." He spoke his thoughts aloud. I felt my heart fracture. I was attached to this place, to these people. It took all my will not to crumble into a sobbing mess on the floor. My gaze shifted from Tord to my trembling hands. A feeling of cold swept through me, as though the weather outside came inside to our comfortable abode. I was going to either leave or face inevitable death. My embrace tightened on Tord's torso while I squeezed my eyes shut pleading for this all to be some sick joke he was playing on me. 
However, that theory was quickly eradicated when telltale gunshots rattled the windows. I drew in a sharp breath as screams followed behind. The Norwegian didn't wait any longer, ushering me towards the cellar. I halted in the doorway leading to the cellar, my hand firmly gripping the edge of the door frame. It became clear to me that Tord had no intention of following me down.

"I'm going to stay up here, I'll keep them at bay-"

"No- please you have to come with me- I can't leave you they'll kill you!" I cried, snatching the edge of Tord's sleeve into my hand. He looked back at me with a sympathetic smile.

"Trust me."

I shook my head, stepping forward and latching onto his arm.

"I'm not going to leave you." I was adamant, I wouldn't leave my lover to face the gunfire all by himself. The horn haired man looked down at me and my stubborn act. There was a moment of quiet while he shifted to pull me into a tight hug one last time. I clung to Tord like a lifeline, the silence being a moment of calm before the inevitable storm. The clatter of a firing gun tore us back to reality. Tord had already tugged me behind him as he took on a protective stance. Men in black camouflage slacks burst in without warning. They waved their guns around in a strategic manner.

"On the ground, hands behind your head!" A man with his AR leveled on the both of us. Tord didn't cooperate. In a moment he had already disarmed one of the five soldiers that came to confront us. I picked up on his actions, following soon as I ripped the rifle from another's hands, using it to slam the butt of it into their stomach. Before any bullets could be unloaded I had used the AR like a bludgeon to knock the fourth of the men out. Tord had taken care of the last by hooking his leg and causing the soldier to slam his head onto the hardwood floor. There was something in the Norwegians eyes. A cross between hatred and the need to defend what belongs to him. Funny how fate can turn your enemy into a lover and your comrades into your rivals. I stared at him as he took my arm and pulled me out into the street. 

A fatal mistake but I was too panicked to stop the man. A curtain of bullets berated the ground around us, kicking up dirt and ground. However, Tord didn't cease running, he kept sprinting with me in tow down the street before taking a turn on a corner. We thought we were in the clear before another team of soldiers crossed our path after decimating a department store. Their reflexes were faster than ours as a wave of rounds came flying before I could leap out of the way. I was lucky enough to only have a few bullets clip my skin and clothes, but Tord hadn't been nearly as lucky. It all happened so quickly I became tied up in confusion and denial.
Tord had been hit in the chest, the bullet becoming lodged in the man's right lung. I looked to my side only to see him collapse while grasping at the newly made bullet wound. A scream left my lips as I fell to my knees and frantically began trying to stuff the bloody bullet hole with the cloth of his shirt. My breathing became ragged and uneven as tears threatened to spill over my eyelids. Tord looked to me with a trail of blood dribbling down the corner of his lips. He had a weak, yet loving smile.

"Y-Y/n- Jeg elsker d-deg.." Tord had managed to whisper out in a hoarse voice. He broke into a fit of coughs, followed by more blood pouring from his mouth. I began to weep quietly over his body, begging and beckoning for him not to leave me. My hand tightly held his.

"Please-" My cries turned to sobs as the life drained from his face. My wailing wasn't controlled. How could this happen? How could fate let this happen- weren't we supposed to live happily ever after?

I felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of my head. However, I didn't falter from my mourning, letting the salty droplets of water drip down my face relentlessly. It was the barrel of a 1911 leveled perfectly at my skull. I was going to die, but at least it would be beside my true lover and forever friend. I closed my eyes, expecting the trigger to be pulled only to hear a voice ring out,

"Wait- C/n(code name) Is that you?! You fucking traitor- I thought you were dead like the others only to see you've fallen in love with the enemy!!" It was Scar, my old comrade from the outpost. It word he spoke in that accusatory tone cut my soul open like defiled shards of glass.

"I'm sorry.." I whimpered in a voice so quiet it could barely be heard.


"We're taking her back, I'm sure the sarge would like to say goodbye to this bastard." Scar motioned towards an armored truck. I began to panic, grabbing ahold of Tord's lifeless body, never wanting to leave his side. Of course, I was no match against several armed men who promptly dragged me to the vehicle. I screamed, kicked, and cried, my eyes fixed on the long lost Norwegian. A cloth fell over my face, a familiar stench filling my nostrils. Chloroform. The gas-filled my lungs and knocked me out within a couple of minutes. 

Everything was dark.

I was alone.

What was to become of me?









A/N: I sure am cruel aren't I? HAH, sorry I had this ending planned out for quite some time, actually ever since I started writing this fanfiction, but don't worry there will be another chapter to finish it all off. Definitely not because I like it when I have an even number of chapters in a book- 
Hope you enjoyed the chapter though!