Thread: Cutting the darkness

ok, no idea how I'm going to organise this, but, quick bit of writing first song is.... for those who don't want to check it. Calling to the night by Natasha farrow anyway, to a story with no presetting so yes, this will make no sense, but this is more 'just do what comes to you'. anyway, moving on. ok, when you see this start the song not saying it'll be in time, or indeed as long as the song, but still, small incling for you. He coughed a few times as he woke, his head throbbing as all his world was surrounded in darkness. For all he knew he was dead, placing a slow painful hand to his head as he tried to help the pain. He felt his hand get coated in something, chances are blood, coming from above his left eye. He was bleeding, that he knew. and bleeding meant alive, only he didn't know how alive. He opened his eyes slowly, his left eye seeing a large amount of redness and whiteness as he did so, closing it once more as he threw his hand over it. damaged...he didn't know how...maybe a wound to the face. He lowered the bandana above his face so that it covered his injuried eye, like an improvised bandage. He didn't know how much damage he would be doing to himself, but it was better then bleeding to death. He closed his eyes once more as he moved his hands slowly, each and every little motion causing a thousand daggers worth of pain to stab his every muscle. He slowly pushed himself up, finding that, indeed, he was still alive, with all of his body parts still attached, albeit it coated in a sticky substances. he knew he had wounds on his legs...chance are it was all blood. it was hell for him to even pick himself up, but he somehow managed it. he opened his eyes as he stood up, breathing heavily as he dug anything out of him, seeing him coated in so much dust, blood and chippings....stone chippings from what he could tell. He looked over his clothes quickly, seeing the tattered blue jeans, with wounds behind everyone. his leather jacket covering his blue shirt as he stood. He looked up, wondering where on earth he was. He looked around the area, a mostly broken area of an underground cave system, brought down upon them by who knows what. he looked around, seeing a pistol with a torch attached, limping slowly over to it and picking it up, swinging the gun around in order to get an eye on the area. He almost wished he hadn't, with the light illuminating hell in earth. Bodies all over the place...soldiers left right and centre with various wounds and injuries, none moving, none speaking, no sound, save for the breath of the man who stood with the flashlight. He put a hand to his head as it came back to him. They had been hunting the enemy for 5 days in the mountains, making sure to shoot all those that they could dead. orders were brutal. no mercy given, none expected. the brave soldier led his men through the tunnels several times over, swinging his pistol at the front as the tribesmen charged with spears. he had pulled so many shots off this was almost childs play for him. that was when the Bastards played their card, tnt loaded to the tunnel walls. if they were going down, they were taking the enemy with them. the soldiers never knew what hit them as the blasts ripped through, with only their leader somehow surviving. He coughed as he limped through the caves, hoping to find either a sign of life, or indeed a way out. he noticed the blood coming from his mouth as he did so, wondering what harm he may have done himself. He coughed again, moving his light around. Oh Maria...you came for me someone weakly spoke. the soldier, Travelyan looked once more, seeing an arm in the air. He limped as fast as he could over, grabbing the hand. Soldier he spoke, grasping it firmly. Commander? The soldier asked. Travelyan didn't need to see his face to know how bad it would be. he only need to look at his waist to know his ribs were being crushed. Commander...I think...I'm not going to make it We'll be lucky if anyone does was the reply, the soldier groaning again, now coughing up blood. I'm sorry...if I had known Sir...this wasn't your fault He looked at his soldier, seeing that, even through his scortched, broken and battered face was still a living man, despite the eye hanging out of it's socket. we would have folowed you to hell and back....you know that... Seems you followed me to hell He sat down, looking over his man. What have I done...