Prompt 258 - prisoner - guardian_erin
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tamingthemuseTitle: Casualty
Rating: PG
Fandom: Original
Summary: War is hell.
Greggory wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead and walked towards a white tent. The sun was brutal, with waves of radiating heat coming down on him like enemy gunfire. His muscles still felt tense, and he needed a break. Sounds of screaming still penetrated his ears. All that separated him from the horrors of war was a tall white wall.
He entered the tent, and was immediately grateful for the shade. It was still sweltering, but at least he was no longer a sitting duck for the sun's harsh weaponry.
Of course, he was lucky that he didn't have to stay in the tent. Others weren't so lucky - they were held like prisoners. He glanced over the wounded, trying not to focus on any one for too long. It was horrific. He wondered who was responsible for this mess. Cherry-colored blood streaked across the white tables, pooling in revolting ways here and there. War was hell, but this was even worse. He wondered how many had already been ravaged beyond recognition. Were their bodies piled up outside like trash?
Greggory dared to stick his finger into one of the pools of cherry-colored blood. He tasted it. Actually, it was strawberry. He found a knife and plate and took a slice of what was left of the pie. What those savages hadn't already gotten into and smeared all over the place.
"Oh, honey," came a female voice, "are you going to join us now?"
"Sorry, Mom, my game is paused," Greggory answered. She looked disappointed, but he knew he couldn't let himself try to help her. It was too late for her - he would become another casualty.
Greggory rushed back into his home. He shut the door, and the screaming of toddlers became muffled. It was nice enough to nearly sigh with relief. No way was he going to be stuck at his younger sister's birthday party. Now back to playing Call of Duty.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Original
Summary: War is hell.
Greggory wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead and walked towards a white tent. The sun was brutal, with waves of radiating heat coming down on him like enemy gunfire. His muscles still felt tense, and he needed a break. Sounds of screaming still penetrated his ears. All that separated him from the horrors of war was a tall white wall.
He entered the tent, and was immediately grateful for the shade. It was still sweltering, but at least he was no longer a sitting duck for the sun's harsh weaponry.
Of course, he was lucky that he didn't have to stay in the tent. Others weren't so lucky - they were held like prisoners. He glanced over the wounded, trying not to focus on any one for too long. It was horrific. He wondered who was responsible for this mess. Cherry-colored blood streaked across the white tables, pooling in revolting ways here and there. War was hell, but this was even worse. He wondered how many had already been ravaged beyond recognition. Were their bodies piled up outside like trash?
Greggory dared to stick his finger into one of the pools of cherry-colored blood. He tasted it. Actually, it was strawberry. He found a knife and plate and took a slice of what was left of the pie. What those savages hadn't already gotten into and smeared all over the place.
"Oh, honey," came a female voice, "are you going to join us now?"
"Sorry, Mom, my game is paused," Greggory answered. She looked disappointed, but he knew he couldn't let himself try to help her. It was too late for her - he would become another casualty.
Greggory rushed back into his home. He shut the door, and the screaming of toddlers became muffled. It was nice enough to nearly sigh with relief. No way was he going to be stuck at his younger sister's birthday party. Now back to playing Call of Duty.
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