Thread: Pictures of War (Raivh and Fao)

Shit! he shouted, running as bits of debris and dust went flying into the air and scattering all around him. Hed had close calls before, but that was his closest all month. Panting, he slipped around the corner of a building and stood there while a brigade of armed men went rushing by, their guns held at the ready, and some already firing out into the cloud of dust in front of them. Screams rung out left and right, but hed realized long before now that there was no peace for anyone, not even the innocents. Lying ten or twelve feet from him in the road were the trampled upon corpses of children. No one was spared when rebellions like the one today broke out. Waiting for the shouts of soldiers to die down, he turned, glancing left and right before rushing across the street. He needed to figure out a better way to lug around his equipment, but leaving his film anywhere but on his person was a bad idea. His job was a bad idea. Camera in hand, he furrowed his brow and stared down at the object, tinkering with it to turn off the flash. The button was jammed. He groaned, knowing that he couldnt stop snapping shots, not while in the thick of a massacre. Caution was something he would have to use, especially since he was already treading hot water. Hed been burned more than once by the government, and the scars on his back and shoulders were proof enough of that. Moistening his lips as his green-blue eyes darted back and forth, head turning every now and again to widen his awareness of his surroundings, he could taste the dirt on his lipsthe blood that mingled with it. It was a bitter flavor, potent, and one that turned sour and remained thick in the air to be breathed in as fire consumed the city. Spitting it out didnt help. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fingers around his camera, holding tight to it as he shoved himself to his feet and away from the wall, venturing toward the back of the alleyway hed run down. There was an opening at the back, the wall blown out by a bomb or grenade. Stepping over bricks and wires, he peered out into a dimly lit street, fogged over by dust that hadnt been carried off by the wind. He was quiet, careful not to make any noise, and kept his head low. Getting shot was the last objective on his agenda for the day as well as the rest of his life, for the better of the good, long, and happy life he wanted to live. Heart pounding, he slowed to a halt as he rounded a corner, his stare skimming over the ground, mindful of what he was stepping on. When he lifted his head, he spotted a silhouetted figure through a cloud of floating dirt. The look of the individuals physique, as he was able to make out, was female. There was a solemnity about her, a certain solace. Very quietly, he loaded a fresh role of film into his camera, holding his breath. He lifted it to his face, eyes flitting erratically about behind the lens, and trying to be sure he captured the scene perfectly. Flawless photos were best. Perfect was better. A bright flash cut through the particles drifting about, followed by a second, a third, but his camera was down by them. Swearing, his green-blue gaze shot to the woman.