No Such Thing (1/1)
anonymous
November 21 2009, 02:01:26 UTC
I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you were going for, OP. It just wanted to be this way.
“I always wanted to be one of them.”
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” Logan lit up a cigar. He took a large inhale and blew it out slowly before turning to look at the soldier behind him.
He was a young one. Blond hair, baby blue eyes. A smear of bloodmud on his cheek. Looked like he’d just had his dog run over and pissed on. Logan glanced at the tags laying out on his shirt. Private Jones, it looked. An American, not that it mattered. He didn’t look like he could even hold a gun right now.
The boy looked up from his lap, where he was clutching his helmet like it was the fuckin’ grail. His eyes looked somewhat desperate behind thin rims. “Like one of those heroes. I wanted to swoop in an’ save everyone. Put the bad guys behind bars where they couldn’t hurt anyone again. An’ I didn’t stop wanting that. When I signed up, even. Wanted to be just like Captain America. Or Superman.” The kid closed his eyes.
Logan watched Jones shake. His back to the wall behind him, Jones looked like he was trying his hardest not to curl his legs to his chest and sob.
Logan watched the smoke rise, and his cigar was half gone before the boy spoke again.
“Do you think it would make a difference? If they were here? Maybe we could have ended this before. Maybe it wouldn’t have started!” There was a bit of a hysterical edge to Jones’ voice.
Logan looked at the end of his cigar, trying not to focus on his hand, trying not to think of Victor ripping out the throat of a German soldier and laughing.
“I wanted to be a hero.” The kid’s voice cracked.
Logan tapped the cigar, and the ash fell to the dirt. “There’s no such thing.”
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anonymous
November 24 2009, 19:40:02 UTC
I'm glad you liked it, but I think that's all I have of this story right now. I might come back and add more later if it comes to me. Thanks for reading!
“I always wanted to be one of them.”
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” Logan lit up a cigar. He took a large inhale and blew it out slowly before turning to look at the soldier behind him.
He was a young one. Blond hair, baby blue eyes. A smear of bloodmud on his cheek. Looked like he’d just had his dog run over and pissed on. Logan glanced at the tags laying out on his shirt. Private Jones, it looked. An American, not that it mattered. He didn’t look like he could even hold a gun right now.
The boy looked up from his lap, where he was clutching his helmet like it was the fuckin’ grail. His eyes looked somewhat desperate behind thin rims. “Like one of those heroes. I wanted to swoop in an’ save everyone. Put the bad guys behind bars where they couldn’t hurt anyone again. An’ I didn’t stop wanting that. When I signed up, even. Wanted to be just like Captain America. Or Superman.” The kid closed his eyes.
Logan watched Jones shake. His back to the wall behind him, Jones looked like he was trying his hardest not to curl his legs to his chest and sob.
Logan watched the smoke rise, and his cigar was half gone before the boy spoke again.
“Do you think it would make a difference? If they were here? Maybe we could have ended this before. Maybe it wouldn’t have started!” There was a bit of a hysterical edge to Jones’ voice.
Logan looked at the end of his cigar, trying not to focus on his hand, trying not to think of Victor ripping out the throat of a German soldier and laughing.
“I wanted to be a hero.” The kid’s voice cracked.
Logan tapped the cigar, and the ash fell to the dirt. “There’s no such thing.”
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Short, sweet, and powerful. Love it.
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This was really amazing, short and concise, and it visits a wish that all of us probably had at least one time in our lives.
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Thank you very much, AnonWriter!
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