You know, I had absoloutely no motiviation to continue this, partially
because a lot of people refuse to acknowledge what war is like, and they
get upset with me when I mention it, If you think about it, your veiws
are quite different then mine. I'll just continue Bombs May Fall from
where I finished... I never even thought that I would write anymore...
thanks to all of you who replied! Major ego boost!
Bombs May Fall, 2/?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do wtih HB, Sanya is a real
girl in Bosnia, but she's 18. The girl who is mentioned here is a friend
of mine who died in the war, she shall remain nameless. And one more
thing... if any of you get hurt from reading this... I AM NOT LIABLE!!
Sign this waiver please...
Archivers: Sure, but please keep my disclaimer with it.
Rating (thanks for the help Catherine!): J+J HR, Action, this section may
be a bit more violent, still has the adult language warning.
Jonathon sniffled a little, and Sanya looked up at him. They were walking
down the street, she had complained of being locked up in the hospital.
He had relented and had asked Jessica if he could take her for a walk.
She handed him a gun. He had looked down at it in surprise. Now he
relized why. There had been a fight a few blocks back, and he had had to
point his gun at the man who threatned him. The man had backed off
quickly, and then fled.
"You should get some medicine.. heaven forbid you get sick. Miss
Bannon would have a fit." She snickered. He glared down at her.
"To think *I'm* taking *you* for a walk." he muttered. She shut
up. Jonathon took a deep breath of the air. Something was wrong. Sanya
noticed it too.
"Jonny.. can... can we go back?" she asked nervously, her eyes
darting up and down the emptying street. A strange calm had settled over
the roads. She tripeed over some broken side walk, and as he bent down to
help her up, shots ripped through the ground right behind him, deafining
him breifly. He looked up shocked. More came, and he rolled to the
ground, taking Sanya with him. He jumped up and ran around the corner,
breathing heavily. More of the shots came, blasting at the road. He
placed one hand over Sanya's mouth, and ducked down an alley. He creeped
into an abandoned shop. The glass windows were broken, and the door was
no longer there. He placed Sanya down and motioned with his hands that
she had to be quiet. She nodded. He took his gun, and looking down at it,
he relized that it was piddling compared to what the person who had shot
at them had. He pushed the negatives thoughts out of his mind, and crept
forward. He peered out of the window. A girl stood atop the building
across from him, her rifle slung across her chest casually, one hand
shading her eyes as she glanced around at the now empty streets.
"Where the hell'd they go?" she muttered under her breath. "They
just had to send me to watch over Quest and the brat." she grumbled.
"You'd think he'd be smart enough to walk closer to the buildings. " she
sighed. She jumped off the platform, and landed on the lower roof, her
black boots bringing up a cloud of dust around her legs. "Gods, Quest,
after all this time, your still the fool you were." she snickered. She
wore black, what Jonathon percieved to be, army pants, and a tight black
shirt. A black belt with silver studs was strung from shoulder to just
under her right breast. It carried three knives. He readied his gun. This
person had to die. He squinted, aimed, and shot. She looked up and then
staggered back as the shot hit. Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound
came out. Blood dripped slowly down the front of her uniform. Her body
folded and she sank to her knees. Grasping her shoulder, she slowly slid
down on her back, gasping for breath. Relization hit him. He dropped his
gun instantly, as if it burned. He had... he had... what had he done? Had
he become one of the men who Jessie talked about? Had he become trigger
happy? Had this month in Bosnia twisted his reflexes? He stood,
forgetting about Sanya, and ran out the door, not hearing her screams as
the bullets chased him across the street. He heaved himself into the
door, and it swung open under his weight. He pounded up the stairs, his
breathing speeding up. The stairs seemed to go up forever, twisting and
turning. He gasped as he reached a door, shoving it open, he stumbled out
onto the roof. The girl he had shot lay still, but her chest rose and
fell.
"oh thank god..." he whispered. His fingers flew to the bloody
patch of cloth on her shoulder. He ripped at the cloth, and it exposed
the raw wound underneath. The bullet was lodged in her collar bone, not
doubtably have broken it. He fumbled in his pockets, and came up with
some lint and his prize, a single pair of tweezers. He cringed as he
grasped the bullet, and tugged gently. She cried out, and one arm slapped
him. He flung himself away from her. Her eyes opened wide.
"FUCK!!" she screamed. Tears slipped down her face. "shit...
that... hurts... SHUT UP!" she screamed and slapped her forhead. He
stared at her. She wiped furiously at the tears. "Your such... a baby...
no wonder they... didn't want you as... a radical... can't even take... a
bullet..." she gasped. She heaved herself up to sitting position, wincing
as blood pored out of the wound. She wrenched her shoulder back, throwing
her head towards the sky, and screamed again. Something that sounded like
her soul was dying, being killed off slowly by some poison. She stood up,
and walked a few steps, swaying slightly. "Gotta... get... back..." she
gasped, then looked straight at Jonathon, who stood there open mouthed.
"You... it's... you..." she choked. He backed away. She shook her head,
then cringed. "You... gotta... leave... go..." she said, and coughed. She
walked towards him, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, being
pulled back down again as she fought to stay awake. "don't...
understand... go... go... damnit... go..." she said, her breathing ragged
as she collapsed. "go... get... bann... go..." she whispered, and her
eyes rolled back. He stood there, shocked for a minute at the scene that
he had just witnessed. She needed his help. He rushed to her side. His
eyes opened wide as he relized... after all that... she was still
breathing. He picked her up carefully, and walked slowly down the stairs.
He came out onto the street. Sanya ran to him, and hugged his leg.
"Don't ever ever ever leave me again!" she sobbed. He shook her
off gently.
"I wont, now, we have to get this girl back where we can help
her. You have to be a brave girl and help me by telling Jessie about
this, about what you know. Okay?" he asked. She nodded. He sighed, and
walked towards the edge of the building, feeling exposed. The breeze
came, calming and soothing, even when people got hurt, it was still going
to blow. It rippled the girl's dark brown hair, making his arms itch
slightly. His shoulders hurt. The sun beat down on him, making him even
more tired. He sighed. He felt like he was walking on hot coals. He
looked up, and saw the hospital about 1 minute away. He didn't understand
why, but he felt distant for a minute, like something was pushing him
away. Like someone was invading him.
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I need to end this here, before it becomes worse than it already is.
Sorry so bad, I'm tired, upset with my own inabiliaty to control my
emotions, and just generally not in a writing mood. Maybe this will go
better later. Send any and all comments, and flames to
crying_terra@juno.com Thanks
Terra
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