Post by Trent Valencia on Mar 7, 2013 2:36:18 GMT -5
Trent was alone, a scene of carnage spread all around him. Limbs, heads and torsos were strewn about the room. Weapons fell where they were dropped only to be picked up again by advancing soldiers. Trent's small reserve force was no match for the army who outnumbered him five-to-one.
An enemy soldier lifted his rifle, aimed right at Trent's head and fired.
"P'choo! You're dead, Valencia!"
The boy smiled and stood up to tower over Trent, who was seated on the floor of the daycare.
"No fair, Erik!" he shouted. "You never play fair!" Trent stood and kicked through the line of Erik's mobile suit figures, smashing and stomping as he went until there was nothing but pieces scattered everywhere.
"Oooo, you're in trouble now! Miss Mary's gonna make you put them all back together yourself!" Erik ran off into the other room shouting, "Miss Mary! Miss Mary! Look what Trent did again!"
Knowing he was about to be scolded, and dreading what his parents would do to him later, Trent sat down and reattached the limbs and heads of the mobile suit figures as fast as he could. ESS arms found their way onto insurgent torsos and vice versa, but if he could make it look like everything was fine, surely Miss Mary wouldn't know the difference.
Erik appeared in the doorway, pulling on Miss Mary's hand and shouting, "Look! Look!" Before Miss Mary could even glance at what Trent was doing, a shockwave blasted apart the window, spraying shards of glass all over the room. Trent, still seated, missed most of it, but Erik and Miss Mary were not so lucky.
"What was that?" Trent asked, but Miss Mary only answered him with a wide-eyed gaze and rivulets of blood that began running down her face. "Miss Mary?"
The daycare attendant dropped to the floor without a sound. Erik stood next to her, dumbfounded. Trent pulled Erik away.
"C'mon, we have to go to the infirmary. My mom's there. She'll know what to do."
The two boys left the daycare and stepped into a strange world, a world where the North African sunlight still beat down savagely upon the ground, but rather than stay inside in the relative cool, people were running haphazardly all across the naval base. In the distance, out where there should have been nothing but clear blue water and sunlight shining off of the ships moored in the harbor, a thick black column of smoke rose into the sky.
"What happened?" Erik asked, not to Trent, not to anyone in particular, not even to himself.
"I don't know. C'mon, let's go!"
As they started to run towards the infirmary, another series of explosions rocked the compound, this time on land and much, much closer. Trent and Erik were thrown back against the wall of the daycare where Trent passed out amidst the sounds of chaos.
To be continued...
An enemy soldier lifted his rifle, aimed right at Trent's head and fired.
"P'choo! You're dead, Valencia!"
The boy smiled and stood up to tower over Trent, who was seated on the floor of the daycare.
"No fair, Erik!" he shouted. "You never play fair!" Trent stood and kicked through the line of Erik's mobile suit figures, smashing and stomping as he went until there was nothing but pieces scattered everywhere.
"Oooo, you're in trouble now! Miss Mary's gonna make you put them all back together yourself!" Erik ran off into the other room shouting, "Miss Mary! Miss Mary! Look what Trent did again!"
Knowing he was about to be scolded, and dreading what his parents would do to him later, Trent sat down and reattached the limbs and heads of the mobile suit figures as fast as he could. ESS arms found their way onto insurgent torsos and vice versa, but if he could make it look like everything was fine, surely Miss Mary wouldn't know the difference.
Erik appeared in the doorway, pulling on Miss Mary's hand and shouting, "Look! Look!" Before Miss Mary could even glance at what Trent was doing, a shockwave blasted apart the window, spraying shards of glass all over the room. Trent, still seated, missed most of it, but Erik and Miss Mary were not so lucky.
"What was that?" Trent asked, but Miss Mary only answered him with a wide-eyed gaze and rivulets of blood that began running down her face. "Miss Mary?"
The daycare attendant dropped to the floor without a sound. Erik stood next to her, dumbfounded. Trent pulled Erik away.
"C'mon, we have to go to the infirmary. My mom's there. She'll know what to do."
The two boys left the daycare and stepped into a strange world, a world where the North African sunlight still beat down savagely upon the ground, but rather than stay inside in the relative cool, people were running haphazardly all across the naval base. In the distance, out where there should have been nothing but clear blue water and sunlight shining off of the ships moored in the harbor, a thick black column of smoke rose into the sky.
"What happened?" Erik asked, not to Trent, not to anyone in particular, not even to himself.
"I don't know. C'mon, let's go!"
As they started to run towards the infirmary, another series of explosions rocked the compound, this time on land and much, much closer. Trent and Erik were thrown back against the wall of the daycare where Trent passed out amidst the sounds of chaos.
To be continued...