I woke up in bed, I was bandaged up. Nokri has finished by the time I came back to the land of awake. There were feelings I could not shake from my heart, memories I could not shake from my head. Had we won? Dmitri walked into the room, surprised to see me awake. I hadn't saw my brother, I saw a monster.
It all struck me now, hard. What I've done, who've I've killed. My G17 was sitting on the dresser beside me. I had no words for Dmitri. He walked over beside my bed.
"Soon you will be healed, brother," he began. "You will return to the front lines."
He was wrong, he always was. I reached over for my pistol. His back was turned to me. I felt the cold, smooth metal. I flipped the safety off and pulled back the hammer. I raised the hand gun.
"No, Dmitri," I said. "I will not return to the front lines."
I pulled the trigger, the bullet slamming into his back. I fired again, hitting his right shoulder blade. I fired again, missing. I fired again, hitting his nape. Again and again and again and again. He, who has looked after me for all my years, was dead. I set the pistol back down on the dresser. It seems after all these months I've finally returned to reality.
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After the Flash; Stories From Pearl Harbor
Action{Read to bottom} Brutal Non-forgiving Cruel Evil These are the words that describe the world you're about to be introduced to. Follow the documented lives of Vickers, Dmitri and Francis as they served in the Republic Rangers. Based on the roleplayin...
