Saving the Beast

Untitled Part 1

I'm always ready for a war again
Go down that road again
It's all the same
I'm always ready to take a life again
You know I'll ride again
It's all the same
Cannon fire boomed as bullets whizzed by the war driven man. Of course he grew tired of the constant dodging of bullets and senseless killing, but what could he do. He had to bring his beautiful wife and child back from the dead. Kill Rittenhouse before they could kill his once wonderful family. Until that day, he would continue to travel back in time, and kill any Rittenhouse or anyone in his way of achieving his goal. Besides, he had been a soldier before when he was younger, before he had been a family man. He scoffed at the realization of how he went back to the same life he had left, the one before he had married his wife.
Tell me who's gon' save me from myself
When this life is all I know
Tell me who's gon' save me from this hell
Without you, I'm all alone
Flynn couldn't help but wonder if even his wife and daughter could accept him now that he had became a monster. As he thought about this the man he ran past fell to the ground, shot by the opposite side. He continued running without a second thought. Would he even be able to stop if they asked him too. He wanted nothing more than to end this hellish back and forth battle with Rittenhouse, but he couldn't help but think that that would never happen. He needed Lucy's help in order to do that, and she was seeming less and less like the Lucy he knew from the journal.
As Flynn continued rushing to the other side he heard the screams of all the fallen soldiers and cannon fire exploding all around him. When he was younger this might have startled or even frightened him, but he been through this enough that he grew rather used to the hellish scenery. Always the same, the roar of cries from dying men who wanted nothing more than to go home, the smell of iron, so strong you could wonder if you had just drank the blood of the dead, the foggy scenery, so think you could slice it with a knife, due to all the gunfire and explosions. He was getting closer to the enemies general, so close to ending this round of the battle between Rittenhouse and him.
He went back to his thoughts about Lucy once more. At one point he thought they would be able to work with one another like he and the future Lucy had, but this seemed to be unlikely the more places they traveled, and the more people she kept him from killing. He had to admit even though she was different he still couldn't stop the constant urge to protect her, to be near her any chance he had. Sure he knew he had formed feelings for her, it only made sense considering he felt the same way he had when he met his deceased wife. His heart feeling like it would burst out of his chest every time he saw her. How he so badly wanted to wrap her in his arms and show her how much he needed her.
Who gon' pray for me?
Take my pain for me?
Save my soul for me?
'Cause I'm alone, you see
If I'm gon' die for you
If I'm gon' kill for you
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey
He knew even Lucy saw nothing but a monster when she looked at him. He would continue this path, and it feared him that he might never be able to stop. He'd have no one to help him, no one to save his sorry soul from the devil himself. Flynn was all alone in this battle, as much as he hated to admit it. He only wished that Lucy could see why he was doing this, why he had to. No matter what though, he would protect her. If he had to, he would take a bullet for her.  Sure he'd prefer to live, but if there was no other option but to take it for her, he would in a heartbeat. At least then he could maybe make up for all the times he fucked up history, and all the innocent souls he sent to the next world. Even sacrificing himself to save another would not save his Hell bent soul, he knew that more than anyone else, but at least he'd feel better about himself. Or so he hoped.
Flynn was now right where he needed to be, at the enemies general's tent. He grabbed the first soldier he saw and knocked him out. Normally the man would have been dead, but Flynn also knew how Lucy would feel if he had. She was making him soft the more he got to know her, which he knew would be his demise. This softness would cause him to fail his mission in the end. He quickly took the clothes off of the unconscious soldier, changing into them before calmly heading to the general's tent once more. Surprisingly the camp was dead, then again most of everyone was off to fight at the battle, most sent to die in the place of those who ordered them, who controlled them. Flynn always felt like any soldier was a trained dog sent to die so those who felt they were more important could sit in their shinny thrones drinking the finest drinks as they watched in enjoyment of what they threw others in to do.Lucky for Flynn, no one saw him knock the man out and take his uniform. He continued the rest of his trek until he heard a familiar voice yell his name. His heart began pounding against his ribs like a prisoner pounding on the bony prison bars of his chest. As he turned around to see no other than Lucy herself. There went any hope of winning this battle. He had been so close.