The Front Lines~ (BXB)

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    The plot is basically two soldiers on the front lines of war start to fall in love with each other during battle. They can either be enemies or bunk mates, which ever you would prefer. ;D :-[


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    Battle wasn't like he had always heard, it seemed to be more glorified in the stories people told about it. It was more of a mess than anything. Lucas had gotten himself into something else when he signed up for the draft, I mean it wasn't like he had any choice.
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    He told himself what he was doing was right, and that the heavens would sings songs of his triumphs, but each day it got harder and harder to lie to himself. He knew everyone in this was was just like him, scared and yearning for the comforts of home. He was too busy mulling over his grief to hear the shell that was now barreling down from the sky at the youth at an alarming rate. He heard his general call out for him but it was too late. There was no pain, not at first at least. Lucas felt as if he had just been enveloped in a blanket of whiteness, the ringing in his ears so prominent he could've sworn it wasn't there to begin with as he blinked away the confusion he began to realize that his death was nearer than he liked it to be. The pain that shot up his left side was so unbearable he could barley speak. He could hear the ringing now, as it got louder and his head felt like it had been sat on by a full grown elephant. He didn't want to die.

    Well if your character is on the enemy side, maybe he feels a ping of guilt and runs over and drags him somewhere to safety? But if your character is on the same side as him, i figure he could do the same thing but drag him to one of the medical tents? Or you may jump in however you want :D

    Marcus really couldn't take much more of this. The die of killing others for the countries own gain made him feel sick. He has seen a lot of his teammates die in this war, many he had come to know. He hid low brush trying his best not be seen. Fear never left him and never will. The thought that an opposing side's soldier would sneak up on his and slit his throat terrified him. He was shaky. The sound of gunshots were defining, especially when they were happening right next to you. He felt like crying. He felt so hopeless. Then he noticed a fallen comrade. He looked gravely injured. without hesitation he stealthily went over to him. He didn't say anything to the hurt soldier. The other soldiers guarded Marcus as he ran to the nearest medical tent with the fallen soldier across his shoulder. Once there, The nurses and doctors intensely took him off Marcus' hands. He didn't want to leave, not until he knew the other was ok. He almost felt happy and proud of himself for carrying him off to safety

    Lets just say that medical advances in the war wasn't exactly the allies strong suit. As the nurses lay Lucas on one of the many cots they studies his wounds, they were pretty bad and the best bet they had was to cauterize his wound. The nurses gave grim looks to each other. One of the nurses ran to the back and came back with a bottle of half drunken whiskey, they proceeded to make the youth drink it.
    "Its better he be wasted for this." One of the nurses explained to Marcus in her thick accent. Nothing could prepare Lucas for what was coming next, he felt hot iron being pressed against his wounds, he fought the urge to scream out in horrible pain. Only letting a few cries escape his mouth. He didn't know where he was, at the moment, he had blacked out while Marcus carried him to the first-aid tent, he could only assume that he had been captured by the enemy as was now being tortured.

    Marcus nodded. He understood why. It was the best way to treat them because they begam so drunken, that they weren't 100% of what's going on. Sure they still felt they pain and ignollaged it, but it was better than them being sober. He shut his eyes and tried to cover his ears. He didn't want to hear the painful screams of his fallen comrade. He sat on the floor, waiting for the nurse to give the ok to see the patient.

    It was an hour or two later, the youths screams had died down and given way to a slow rise and fall of his chest. He slept through the last hour, or rather, he fell unconscious. The nurses nodded to Marcus.
    "Your friend should be just fine, it was all external wounds, he's very lucky." They explained as they ran off to treat the other wounded soldiers, by this time, the other soldiers had returned from the battle, they had won, but it didnt look that way, they had lost a lot of men. They returned silently to their tents.
    Lucas opened his eyes and took a sharp inhale. Looking around frantically.
    "Wh...What....Where..."

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    Marcus would hear the happiness coming a the soldiers, but that was only a few. Most of them knew that they won the battle, but not the war. He was relieved that he would relax for a while before the next fight, but first thing was first, he must go see the soldier he brought in. He walked up to his bed, "Hello, good to see that you're still alive. By the By, you're in the Medical tent right now. I help you off the field when you fell." he stated. He had a slight smile on his face.

    Its okay! Goodnight!


    Lucas looked at the man who had just entered the tent. The pain wasnt as bad and he felt the need to get up and walk, but knew that was out of the question for a few days. He knew who this new person was, he had seen him around occasionally, but never got the chance to introduce himself.
    "Marcus? Right?" Lucas asked in a raspy voice. Wow, he was thirsty.

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    He had too seen this man, but he didn't know his name. He felt a bit like a jerk. At least we was taking that was good, but he knew the man in front of him would be in the bed for a few days. "Yep. I feel bad for asking this, but what's you name again?"

    "L-Lucas." He said. He suddenly remembered what had happened and vaguely remembered being carried over to the medical tent by some unknown force, using common knowledge deduction he came to the conclusion that Marcus was the one that had carried him to safety. A comrade who he had never met before and who didn't even know Lucas name. Had saved his life.
    "You...You carried me...All the way from the battle...thank you." Lucas said staring Marcus

    Marcus gave a soft "your welcome". He happy, the whole stress of war was washed away. He couldn't describe the pride he had for saving a life. Why did he save Lucas' life? Well he felt that he did so much wrong he just wanted to do one right. "I hope you get back on your feet soon." He added.

    Lucas nodded. "I want to get back on my feet as soon as possible, I haven't gotten any sleep in here." He said. It wasn't really a accurate statement. He hadn't in there more than a few hours, but he knew will all the pain filled screaming it wouldn't be much of a good nights rest. He decided to see if he could move. He tried to push himself up on his elbows but was stopped when pain went shooting through him.


    OOc: When Marcus leaves ill time skip to when he's better and dont worry about it! Glad you got your account back :D

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    Marcus let out another soft smile. He watched as the other attempted to get. He frowned. He knew that Lucas would probably be there for a week or more recovering. He waved at him, suggesting a Farewell. "I hope you have a speedy recovery" He said the made his way out of the tent. He joined his other soldiers soon after. Then began to talk about their homes and families.

    It was a week later when the youth finally came limping out of the medical tent. He wasnt being sent home. Which he was happy about. Regardless of how horrible this was was he wanted to see it through, or die trying. He earned a couple clasps on the back to which he replied with a painful smile. It was night time, he sat around one of the camp fires holding his side painfully as he took a deep breath.

    Marcus happily sat by the fire talking and laughing at personal stories. He enjoyed this. It gave time for bonding with the other soldiers. He enjoyed the warmth the fire gave off. He sat as close as possible to fire and chatted away. That was until Lucas came. He moved and sat right next to Him, "still a bit painful are we? Good to see your up and about." He said smiling. He was in good mood because of his previous conversations.

    "Yep, really painful." Lucas chuckled gritting his teeth in pain. He pulled out a flask from the inside of his coat and took a huge swig of it before offering some to Marcus.

    Not wanting to be rude, he happily took the flask and took a drink and gave it back to lucas. Marcus closed his eyes and began to enjoy the heat once again. "You know, this is nice. This socialising. Its good for team bonding and makes sure we look out for each other. It's like a family away from home" he said.
    His personality was different. He was calm and carefree nothing like on the field. He was happily talking and making many new friends. He wanted Lucas to be one of them.