War without End
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Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
757
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Just the Same
Just the Same
A War without End fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
Dehumanization. That's how it's started. Can't let yourself think of 'The Enemy'--hah-- as human. Cause that would mean admitting that they're like you. That they're just fucking like you.
I was on my knees, breathing heavily out of my mouth--my nose was broken, I knew, more from the blood streaming down my face and getting into my mouth than the pain. He was under me, gasping with me. Little whimpers kept escaping his mouth. I wanted to cry.
"Please...please..." he begged, tears rolling down his face, over the burned flesh of his cheek. My arms were shaking; the knife I held trembled against his throat.
"...why...?" My teeth fucking hurt. His breath sobbed, loud in my ears. I shook harder.
"No choice. Please." A ratted hand lifted; automatically, my blade started to press down slightly. He stopped, hand hanging in there air like some sort of puppet. Puppets. Christ, he was so young. Barely older than me.
"...family...?" His grey/blue eyes looked into mine, now dull. He knew he was doomed.
"Little brother and sister...No parents. Please, they say you're terrorists, that you steal children from their beds at night. My address is on the back of a picture in my pocket. Please, if you have to kill me, please, please rescue them. Please." He shut his eyes, bracing for the pain.
I should. I should.
I dropped my hand, collapsed against his chest. He started, arms coming up to hold me close.
"What--"
"Consider this your initiation. Carry me back. You're one of us now. We'll get your family back." My jaw hurt too much. Felt my eyes start to roll back into my head, heard the beads in my short green hair clink and clatter as he stood up.
"What's your name?" My ears roared; a streak the colour of blood fell into my eyes, tied at the end with a small green bead.
"Shingaisha," my mouth garbled the sounds.
"I'm Egan Durihan. I'll get you back safe, Shingaisha," he said solemnly. The world swam to black. "...Thank you." I heard, just as I sank under.
They're just fucking like us.
AN: Wrote this in ModNov while someone was doing a presentation on Propaganda. War bugs the crap out of me.
Characters are mine.
Sets, out.
::end transmission::
A War without End fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
Dehumanization. That's how it's started. Can't let yourself think of 'The Enemy'--hah-- as human. Cause that would mean admitting that they're like you. That they're just fucking like you.
I was on my knees, breathing heavily out of my mouth--my nose was broken, I knew, more from the blood streaming down my face and getting into my mouth than the pain. He was under me, gasping with me. Little whimpers kept escaping his mouth. I wanted to cry.
"Please...please..." he begged, tears rolling down his face, over the burned flesh of his cheek. My arms were shaking; the knife I held trembled against his throat.
"...why...?" My teeth fucking hurt. His breath sobbed, loud in my ears. I shook harder.
"No choice. Please." A ratted hand lifted; automatically, my blade started to press down slightly. He stopped, hand hanging in there air like some sort of puppet. Puppets. Christ, he was so young. Barely older than me.
"...family...?" His grey/blue eyes looked into mine, now dull. He knew he was doomed.
"Little brother and sister...No parents. Please, they say you're terrorists, that you steal children from their beds at night. My address is on the back of a picture in my pocket. Please, if you have to kill me, please, please rescue them. Please." He shut his eyes, bracing for the pain.
I should. I should.
I dropped my hand, collapsed against his chest. He started, arms coming up to hold me close.
"What--"
"Consider this your initiation. Carry me back. You're one of us now. We'll get your family back." My jaw hurt too much. Felt my eyes start to roll back into my head, heard the beads in my short green hair clink and clatter as he stood up.
"What's your name?" My ears roared; a streak the colour of blood fell into my eyes, tied at the end with a small green bead.
"Shingaisha," my mouth garbled the sounds.
"I'm Egan Durihan. I'll get you back safe, Shingaisha," he said solemnly. The world swam to black. "...Thank you." I heard, just as I sank under.
They're just fucking like us.
AN: Wrote this in ModNov while someone was doing a presentation on Propaganda. War bugs the crap out of me.
Characters are mine.
Sets, out.
::end transmission::