I haven't been on lately, and I'm terribly sorry for that, and I hope this will make up for it! Fire was prickling my skin, and my vision was hazy. I couldn't feel myself, or even open my eyes...I felt so....distant. The fire continued to nag at my cheek, but I ignored it. I felt weak. Hopeless. My arms felt useless and my legs felt stiff. My chin grazed the dirt as I lay there, half-awake. Around me, there are shouts echoing through all directions, bouncing into my ears. Forcing and exerting every ounce of energy I could find, I popped open one eye, and I saw the soles of people around me. Boots thundered across and rubber crunched against gravel. I spied someone a few feet away from me, who was also laying face-flat on the ground. He looked at me, blood dripping from his nose. His hair was matted and there was an open wound in the side of his head. Spotting that I had noticed him, he struggled to open his mouth. But when he did, he mouthed only two words. "Get up." It was as if those words had triggered a light to go on inside of me, and my hands pushed against the dirt, causing me to stand up. I wobbled for a little while, and it was then when I noticed the scene around me. Bullets were flying from all directions, and orders were being yelled in different voices. Men rushed around me, and people dropped to the ground like flies. A silver object caught my attention, and I hastily picked it up. A gun. I had never really shot someone before, let alone have a Maverick in my hands. Like in Counter Strike, I tried to position my gun properly. A hand gripped my ankle and I jumped in fright. Looking down, I saw a man, with a green cap on his head, and a shotgun strewn across his body. I bent down, and brought my face closer to the man's bleeding face. His hands were shaking as be reached into his pocket and retrieved a small accessory. I watched as he grabbed my palm and laid the small cross on my open flesh. "Please..." He coughed out some blood, but I didn't feel disgusted or insulted, I felt sadness. Here was a dying man, and I couldn't do anything. He tried again, "Give this...to my...wife and son..." His breathing was rapid now, and I could see him clenching his fists to stay alive. "Tell them...that I love them..." My heart rate was increasing. No no no no, he could not die. "Thank...you..." he said, tears forming in the edge of his eyes as he realized his fate. I quickly interjected him, tears present in my own eyes, "No...thank ...YOU.. sir..." He smiled, a single, ghostly smile, then his chest and fist gave out, and he rolled back, shutting his eyes and breathing his last. This seemed way too familiar to me. My eyes stung from the tears, and I staggered back. The man's body looked so..empty. My back hit a tree bark, and I continued to stare at the man and the cross on my palm. "Umph!" My body flew sideways, and I turned to see a large man, standing where I once had stood. His gun was firing off, and I followed the aim of his bullets to another man, who was clearly the enemy. He fired back in return. I looked at my savior, standing up. I had a gun in hand, and was ready to fire. But as my hero looked back at me, something sparked inside of me. His eyes widened as he realized that something had sparked in HIM too. He looked exactly like me. I gasped, and retaliated. Just as I stepped back, a bullet fired, and I watched in horror as my hero crashed into the tree, two visible bloody wounds appearing in his chest. He slumped to the ground, and looked at me one last time. That was when I knew. BEEPBEEPBEEP "ARGH!" I jolted up, and my face was covered in sweat. My blankets were strewn and my fingers were digging into my comforter. My eyes were still in tears, as I remembered my dream. Carefully, I gazed across the room, where a picture stood. The man who looked so much like me... His uniform was a deep blue, and medals were lined up on the chest. His hair was cut neatly, and smile played on his lips. Dad. The tears came faster than ever now, as I clenched my fists. Something pricked me, and I flinched, relaxing my hands. And on my palm, Lay a small metal cross. I may have cried writing and proof-reading this. Tell me honestly what you think! For all the soldiers out there, deceased or still fighting, I salute you.
Interesting... Yes I suppose some of my questions I'd had whilst reading it can be answered by the fact that the story took place in a dream. Nicely done, as usual! Keep on writing. Oh, and nice Counter Strike reference.