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In the center of town stood a young man, clad in bullet-protective armor that covered his mud-stained shirt and pants. The wind tossed his russet hair, brushing his forehead, and he resisted the urge to scratch.
He rubbed a gloved hand against the gas mask hanging from his neck, a sigh escaping his lips as numerous thoughts ran through his mind. He gripped playing card between his fingers, as if his life depended upon the ace of spades he held.
"Seri!"
He turned, and buildings of the city suddenly became skyscrapers, towering over him with mockery, and roads became hissing vipers, squirming at his feet. The fog returned, covering the person hardly a few yards behind him.
"Seri!"
He ran, lunging deeper into the city, into the place of casualties. He gasped for breath, his heart and gas mask thumping against his chest, and gripped the card tighter.
But the fighting from that afternoon had drained him, and he fell to his knees. When he hit the ground, the sounds of the city thundered; the roads hissed, the buildings moaned, and the people screamed. . .
Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed his shoulders, swiveling him around, picking him up off the ground at the same time. "Seri, what do you think you're doing!" the man demanded, spittle from his question hitting Seri's cheek.
"Racker. . ." Words struggled to leave his mouth as he attempted to describe the indescribable.
Racker diverted his gaze from the trembling boy, and noticed the card pinched between Seri's fingers. Eyes softening in realization, he glanced at his fellow soldier, who turned away with tears in his eyes. Following Seri's downward gaze, Racket saw Seri was staring at his gun: a Smith & Wesson rifle, its barrel bloodstained.
"This is what we have to do," Racker muttered, for both Seri and himself. "This is a bloody war. There's no time to remember the dead, or we'll be next."
And the city moaned.
For the Quality Prose Contest ([link]) but I don't know if it'll work. The piece itself is based on a game/visual novel/story idea I have, called Fiend. Word count is 328, and I used the theme Urban.
Seri, Racker, and Fiend belong to me, and I hope to put more on it soon.
Seri, Racker, and Fiend belong to me, and I hope to put more on it soon.
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