[drabble][RvB, Church, Tex, PG] (break)
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ajremixEven though Rooster Teeth is probably the only ones that could make a massacre entertaining and funny, war is still hell, betrayl hurts and being the sole survivor can really mess you up. And I really need to renew my account on lj ><;;
Title: (break)
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 491
Characters: Church, Tex
Summary: Pre-series, after the massacre on Sidewinder. Church fails to cope.
The ground was froze and refused to yield to the blade of the entrenching tool. Church shivered, pounding point against ground over and over again. He was alive. He didn’t understand why he was alive. One minute he was complaining about the cold, the next he was trying to tell Blue Command the situation and they assured him a transport would be there in an hour.
An hour. With nothing but the dead bodies of his friends and comrades. A part of him said to lay low in case the Reds came by to make sure the job was done. Another part said to just wait at the rendezvous point for the transport. But all his body seemed capable of doing was trying to dig graves. It took him most of the hour just to chip a shallow 2x3 foot hole in the ice and dirt. Even with the enhancement of his armor he felt blisters on his hands and fatigue in his arms.
Church wasn’t a man to admit many things, but he was afraid. Incredibly afraid. Watching his squad fall, one by one. Watching Jimmy- his buddy, his compadre –being beaten to death no more than five feet away, unable to move himself (Jimmy’s blood splashed across his armor and it felt warm and dirty all at once). And the Freelancer just looked at him and did nothing, said nothing. He didn’t know how he knew, but a part of him did.
“You-You’re-!”
The Freelancer merely nodded. “Leonard.”
“Allison!”
“It’s Tex. To you.” She said and switched on her cloaking device. Church barely saw her ripple away.
Why didn’t she kill him? For old time’s sake? To laugh at him? She was paid to kill everyone in the Blue outpost. So why was he still alive?
His visor was fogging up and Church realized he was hyperventilating. He staggered to his feet, suddenly having to get far away from there. ‘Rendezvous’, he told himself, dizzy and disoriented, ‘Get to the rendezvous.’
He tripped and stumbled his way over the snow dunes, only vaguely noticing that someone had taken him by the arms and dragged him to a carrier. A squad of Blues continued passed, probably to get the bodies. Careful hands sat him inside and pulled off his helmet. A mug of something hot and strong was pushed into his trembling hands.
“Close one out there, huh?” A medic said with a friendly smile as he checked Church’s vitals. “Don’t worry. We’re taking you home.”
The word seemed foreign to him. “Home?”
“You know. Home’s where the heart is and all.” He gave Church a clean bill of health and left to check the status of the bodies as the crew prepared for takeoff.
Church looked into his drink, but the only thing he could think of was Allison’s hidden and the ice laced in her voice. It was then he realized he had no home to return to.
Title: (break)
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG
Word Count: 491
Characters: Church, Tex
Summary: Pre-series, after the massacre on Sidewinder. Church fails to cope.
The ground was froze and refused to yield to the blade of the entrenching tool. Church shivered, pounding point against ground over and over again. He was alive. He didn’t understand why he was alive. One minute he was complaining about the cold, the next he was trying to tell Blue Command the situation and they assured him a transport would be there in an hour.
An hour. With nothing but the dead bodies of his friends and comrades. A part of him said to lay low in case the Reds came by to make sure the job was done. Another part said to just wait at the rendezvous point for the transport. But all his body seemed capable of doing was trying to dig graves. It took him most of the hour just to chip a shallow 2x3 foot hole in the ice and dirt. Even with the enhancement of his armor he felt blisters on his hands and fatigue in his arms.
Church wasn’t a man to admit many things, but he was afraid. Incredibly afraid. Watching his squad fall, one by one. Watching Jimmy- his buddy, his compadre –being beaten to death no more than five feet away, unable to move himself (Jimmy’s blood splashed across his armor and it felt warm and dirty all at once). And the Freelancer just looked at him and did nothing, said nothing. He didn’t know how he knew, but a part of him did.
“You-You’re-!”
The Freelancer merely nodded. “Leonard.”
“Allison!”
“It’s Tex. To you.” She said and switched on her cloaking device. Church barely saw her ripple away.
Why didn’t she kill him? For old time’s sake? To laugh at him? She was paid to kill everyone in the Blue outpost. So why was he still alive?
His visor was fogging up and Church realized he was hyperventilating. He staggered to his feet, suddenly having to get far away from there. ‘Rendezvous’, he told himself, dizzy and disoriented, ‘Get to the rendezvous.’
He tripped and stumbled his way over the snow dunes, only vaguely noticing that someone had taken him by the arms and dragged him to a carrier. A squad of Blues continued passed, probably to get the bodies. Careful hands sat him inside and pulled off his helmet. A mug of something hot and strong was pushed into his trembling hands.
“Close one out there, huh?” A medic said with a friendly smile as he checked Church’s vitals. “Don’t worry. We’re taking you home.”
The word seemed foreign to him. “Home?”
“You know. Home’s where the heart is and all.” He gave Church a clean bill of health and left to check the status of the bodies as the crew prepared for takeoff.
Church looked into his drink, but the only thing he could think of was Allison’s hidden and the ice laced in her voice. It was then he realized he had no home to return to.
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Date: 2006-03-07 12:52 am (UTC)I hope you write more