Red! The sky was red and boiling with the smoke and clouds that covered the sky, color dripping down down low to fall on the earth. Broken earth churned mud sank under his feet and so he went to his hands and his knees sank into the mud; stuck to his hands when he lifted them to his face yes, red.
He crawled.
Gouges and scratches in the ground like little ditches and yes, they filled with liquid dripped from one place to a lower place and filled in the marks he made as he passed. It was dark and hard to see from down here anything except the fire that filled the sky and just a little bit of ground everywhere around him. The noise beat around him, ceaseless roaring rumbling thunder drums, drums. There was shouting too and screaming and crashing but mostly the drums.
He put out his hand to go a little further but his hand touched something a little too firm even if it was slick and cold and damp like the mud. He looked and yes, it was a man, and yes, he was hacked and dead. He saw the dead man’s face and it looked familiar yes very familiar but he couldn’t name it and there wasn’t anything he could do. So he moved on. Beyond him was another dead man and another and all around them and that was where the blood was coming from.
A long way off he could see a little bit of yellow that was Quatre; he was here too, had come with him here to crawl among the dead and search for the living. Over the thundering he could hear Quatre’s voice. “Duo!” he screamed. And again, “Duo!” but he could not go to help him. He could not go, he could not stop looking until he found Heero. That thought tolled in his head almost more loudly than the thundering.
Have to find Heero! No, that wasn’t him. Have to find Heero! No, that wasn’t him either. Crawl to the next one. Have to find Heero! He was dead.
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-28 01:37 am (UTC)Red! The sky was red and boiling with the smoke and clouds that covered the sky, color dripping down down low to fall on the earth. Broken earth churned mud sank under his feet and so he went to his hands and his knees sank into the mud; stuck to his hands when he lifted them to his face yes, red.
He crawled.
Gouges and scratches in the ground like little ditches and yes, they filled with liquid dripped from one place to a lower place and filled in the marks he made as he passed. It was dark and hard to see from down here anything except the fire that filled the sky and just a little bit of ground everywhere around him. The noise beat around him, ceaseless roaring rumbling thunder drums, drums. There was shouting too and screaming and crashing but mostly the drums.
He put out his hand to go a little further but his hand touched something a little too firm even if it was slick and cold and damp like the mud. He looked and yes, it was a man, and yes, he was hacked and dead. He saw the dead man’s face and it looked familiar yes very familiar but he couldn’t name it and there wasn’t anything he could do. So he moved on. Beyond him was another dead man and another and all around them and that was where the blood was coming from.
A long way off he could see a little bit of yellow that was Quatre; he was here too, had come with him here to crawl among the dead and search for the living. Over the thundering he could hear Quatre’s voice. “Duo!” he screamed. And again, “Duo!” but he could not go to help him. He could not go, he could not stop looking until he found Heero. That thought tolled in his head almost more loudly than the thundering.
Have to find Heero! No, that wasn’t him. Have to find Heero! No, that wasn’t him either. Crawl to the next one. Have to find Heero! He was dead.