Through My Eyes, a Historical fanfic

Through My Eyes
Riosuu

The sun was blistering my eyes, my bots were filled with blood, and the constant sounds of gunfire ran throughout my ears. It seemed like only yesterday that I had been a boy. It seemed like only yesterday that I had become a man and seen the terrors of the world.

“We’re goin’ to be heroes John!” his smile was brimming with joy but then again he was always like that. Sergon was always hopeful and optimistic, his energy was infectious. “And when we get back, all the girls will e pouncing on us!”
“I don’t know about that.” I knew there was a blush on my face. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.
“Ha! You’re right! They’re all going to be pouncin’ on me!”
The whole town must have heard our laughter.

“Run! Run! We’re under attack! They have bombs! They have --”

“What do you think this war’s going to be like?” This was the day. We were now heading out to the trenches, our troupe hidden by darkness in an unforgiving terrain.
“Don’ know. Heard only a few came back, and then they went crazed.” I was astonished. Crazed?
“And the rest?”
“They all got killed,” George’s voice came from my left interrupting my conversation with Sergon. “And that’s what’ll happen to you two if you don’t shut up.”
With that, our trip became silent; only our footsteps could be heard marching across to lines of war.

“Sergon! Sergon! Where are you?”
“Over here! By the water!”
“I can’t see a thing!”
“Just follow my voice!”
Our first night on the battlefield with no sign of enemy troupes. We had nothing much to do other than talk and listen.
“It’s pretty boring for a war right?”
“Yeah.” No! My heart had been racing ever since we left home, into the reaching clutches of death.
“Our mothers are probably wringing our fathers’ heads off!” Laughter erupted from anyone within hearing distance. A hearty joke was just what everyone needed. But the laughter soon died down, replaced by the screams of a regimen not that far off from out own.
“Run! Run! We’re under attack! They have bombs! They have --” The man was engulfed by light and a powerful glow. His carcass splattered throughout camp and his blood stained our faces. I stopped breathing; my mind shut down and was in a panic. If I were just a foot or so more, it could have been me.
“John you fool! Run!” My body moved but my mind stayed in place, reliving that moment when death’s breath crawled down my spine.

“Damn it, I’m outta bullets!” The enemy was relentless. Shots and bombs were exchanged all day. More and more people I knew died throughout the day.
Another bomb came hurling our way but instead of a flash there was a puff of smoke and men vomiting their innards.
“Chemicals!”
“Get the masks!”
“Sergon’s in there! Sergon!” I was immediately stopped by a pile of masked men fitting me with a horrid pinching one of my own. “NO!” I don’t know how long I screamed or how loud, but my throat rasped and I was unable to control my sobs no matter what I was told or taught.

“This war is horrible.” I could feel the blood clotting around my feet and I didn’t care. Another round of shots was emitted. “I hate this world. They took Sergon. Let them take me too.” The rocks scrapped my knees and cut my hands as I climbed. Everything and everyone around me was cut off. My life was over as soon as I enlisted. The ache in my body was now a dull throb. I closed my eyes as a drumming sound crossed from opposite me. My eyes flashed open facing the silver beams aimed from me. Time slowed and I felt every one of them enter my body, causing blood to spill. I embraced death and all its comings.