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Euan Menzies (Manzies). Age; 20. Height; 5'6". IQ; 17. Enjoy.

Monday, 8 November 2010

Chapter 1

My shout pierced through the screams from bullets drilling through the air beside my head. I couldn’t believe that he’d gone over the top. He was such a pacifist. What could have compelled him to such madness? Perhaps it was just that; madness.

When Niall hadn’t turned up for role call that morning, his suppressed emotions had almost boiled over. Why did it take staring into the face of Death for Euan to emote?

I listened as if I’d never listened before and knew that Euan would find it ironic. He never thought that I listened or cared, but I knew more about Final Fantasy Seven and love eggs that I cared to remember.

Through the screaming and silence I heard him. From much experience I knew he’d fallen, but it wasn’t his clumsiness this time, it was much worse.

After a second of doubt and a minute of adjusting my hat, I went over the top. I saw him. I ran. I jumped. I landed on him.

“I wont leave you” I said through tears.
“just go” he said, braver than I’d ever seen him before.
“you’re going to be fine”
“I know, because we’re together”

His showing of emotions was more than I could take. I kissed him passionately and felt every individual bump on his tongue.

BOOM!

We were never seen again; until role call the next day – where our story begins.

2 comments:

the voice of reason said...

i feel sick.

Reason if for Conformists said...

You obviously don't understand the passion that can manifest itself in battle; especially at the moment of death.