theatrical_muse: What makes you cry?
What makes you cry?
I honestly don't really know. I haven't cried for years. I mean...not much time to cry, you know, and I've seen too much to cry. I didn't even cry when we officially lost, or when I was captured, or in solitary. I screamed, I raged, and yelled, but I never cried.
There was a time, though. It was in the middle of the war. Towards the end, maybe. I'm not quite sure; dates got kind of mixed up in the war, you know. But there had been a mission I was sent on with some others. It was me with Davis, Cooper, Johanson, Stills, and Carney. I still remember it. Davis was a new recruit. 17, if that. Cooper was a couple of years younger than me. Maybe three. Who cares, right? Not in a war. No one cares. Johanson was 19. Stills was the oldest (excluding me), I think. He had been 27. And Carney...the kid was 15. He had run away to join the fight. The fact that I still remember all their ages says something about this memory. But anyway, we were going back in. I was the oldest, so I was the leader. Which was dumb, because I was still only in my late 20s. Still a kid. But I had been placed in charge. "Get into the warehouse, get the goods, and get out." Supposed to be easy, huh?
I don't know who tipped the government off. I think they were expecting a lot more than six people, but my people gave them a hell of a fight. Hell, Johanson took out six of them before he was shot point blank in the chest. He died immediately. The others weren't so lucky. They were shot in the spleen, or the stomach, and with a battle raging on, no one could stop and tend to their wounds. They just bled out on the ground.
And me? It was just me and Cooper at the end, and they had him cornered. And I ran. I fucking ran. I ran until I couldn't anymore. They weren't following me. And then when I was safe, I stopped and I looked back and I cried for the five of them. I didn't cry for anyone else lost in the war, but I cried for them.
I don't know why this made me cry. We hadn't even been close. but they had been my responsibility. I was in charge. And they all died. I should have died that day, but I didn't. They did.
They were all just kids.
Maybe I could have saved Cooper. I never forgave myself for running.
I never accepted another mission after that. I mean, I asked never to be in charge again. It was for the better. I got them all killed.
Muse: James Ryker
Fandom: OC
Words: 467
I honestly don't really know. I haven't cried for years. I mean...not much time to cry, you know, and I've seen too much to cry. I didn't even cry when we officially lost, or when I was captured, or in solitary. I screamed, I raged, and yelled, but I never cried.
There was a time, though. It was in the middle of the war. Towards the end, maybe. I'm not quite sure; dates got kind of mixed up in the war, you know. But there had been a mission I was sent on with some others. It was me with Davis, Cooper, Johanson, Stills, and Carney. I still remember it. Davis was a new recruit. 17, if that. Cooper was a couple of years younger than me. Maybe three. Who cares, right? Not in a war. No one cares. Johanson was 19. Stills was the oldest (excluding me), I think. He had been 27. And Carney...the kid was 15. He had run away to join the fight. The fact that I still remember all their ages says something about this memory. But anyway, we were going back in. I was the oldest, so I was the leader. Which was dumb, because I was still only in my late 20s. Still a kid. But I had been placed in charge. "Get into the warehouse, get the goods, and get out." Supposed to be easy, huh?
I don't know who tipped the government off. I think they were expecting a lot more than six people, but my people gave them a hell of a fight. Hell, Johanson took out six of them before he was shot point blank in the chest. He died immediately. The others weren't so lucky. They were shot in the spleen, or the stomach, and with a battle raging on, no one could stop and tend to their wounds. They just bled out on the ground.
And me? It was just me and Cooper at the end, and they had him cornered. And I ran. I fucking ran. I ran until I couldn't anymore. They weren't following me. And then when I was safe, I stopped and I looked back and I cried for the five of them. I didn't cry for anyone else lost in the war, but I cried for them.
I don't know why this made me cry. We hadn't even been close. but they had been my responsibility. I was in charge. And they all died. I should have died that day, but I didn't. They did.
They were all just kids.
Maybe I could have saved Cooper. I never forgave myself for running.
I never accepted another mission after that. I mean, I asked never to be in charge again. It was for the better. I got them all killed.
Muse: James Ryker
Fandom: OC
Words: 467