Thread: Serve Your....Enemy? ((Closet_freak & SOULdier))

Pressure, squeezing in upon both sides of her head. Ears ringing, deaf to the noise that roared all around her. Something hard and unyielding dug painfully into her side, her left temple pulsing with each beat of her heart. A groan passed from parched lips as Rea rolled onto her side, brow furrowing against the pain which coursed through her body, fingers raking through the loose debris beneath her in search of some kind of purchase. Eyes finally forced themselves open, the world tilting and sliding before her as she pushed herself upward and into a kneeling position. Of all the god-forsaken places weve been sent, this has to be the worst... A sandy haired male propped his back against a nearby building, snatching off his helmet and sweeping at his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. You say that all the time! Rea laughed, perched upon a rather large chunk of stone which had been broken off a nearby building by a IED some time ago, tilting her head back as she drained the contents of her canteen down her throat. Aye, well its true every time as well. Isnt it? A cheeky grin flashed in her direction as the helmet was returned to its place. Rea raised a hand to her head, lips parting as she called out over the deafening silence in her head. Rory? Rory?! Her eyes lighted upon a pair of boots - standard issue army boots. Scrambling forward upon grazed hands and knees, she skirted around the larger chunks of debris to where she guessed the mans head would lie. Sound was beginning to break past the ringing someone was screaming, no wailing. The small contingent of soldiers dragged themselves back to their feet, tightening their grip upon weapons or adjusting the cumbersome weight of their backpacks. Slowly they trekked through the ruined outskirts of a village, conversation having lapsed into tense silence. They had just traversed across a deserted street and back into the shelter of half-standing buildings. Rory made another wise-crack comment, turning his head to glance back at the only female member of their squad when the world erupted with sound and stone. Clawing at a lump of rock, sandy hair came into view shortly followed by a face smeared with dirt and blood. Oh god, Rory... Frantically clearing what loose rubble she could get her hands on, Rea cleared away enough that she could see his neck and shoulders. Trembling fingers pressed against the mans neck, breath held within her chest as her fingertips searched for a pulse. Tears began to build, eyes frantically scouring the still body for any signs of life and then there it was the faintest of pulses shuddering against her fingertips. He was alive! Im going to get you out of here, just hold on... Her fingers tore and pried at the stone which covered the majority of her fallen comrades body, so engrossed in her task that she did not see the enemy troops approaching. Hands suddenly closed upon her arms, fingertips digging harshly into already bruised and painful skin as she was dragged backward and away from Rory. With all her strength she fought, straining every muscle as she jerked and twisted in their grasp until the ominous presence of a rifle pointed in her direction forced her to calm her movements. The dusty boots of an enemy soldier came to rest inches away from Rorys head, the male sneering down at the injured man as he unholstered his sidearm. Words were uttered in a language that Rea had long ago learnt to hate, words that she barely understood but for two No good. A single shot rang out as the womans eyes were thrown wide and all concern for her own life dissolved into grief and utter hatred. Without warning she threw herself forward, catching those that held her by surprise she slipped free and charged toward the lone man. She was upon him before he had a chance to turn the weapon on her, tackling him to the ground and with every ounce of strength that Rea had left within her rained down blows upon the prone man. Bone broke beneath her knuckles and blood spilt as she vented all her fury upon him while he screamed for someone to remove her. The attack was short lived as rifle butt connect with skull and the world descended into darkness, her body falling limp against the man she had just bloodied and beaten. Sharp words were passed between the enemy soldiers and then the telltale pressure of a pistol pressed against her temple. Im going to die... And then unconsciousness took her.