Men of the Revolution

[Wolfs Ghost]

It was warm.

Warmer inside then outside, which one could say is a good thing, or a horrible thing. His wound had re-opened as he spent the last few hours of daylight traveling through the cold. He had finally made it to that cabin he saw in the distance, although he had fallen face first into some mud, which left him colder then he originally was.

The Cabin belonged to a Jean-Francios Dassault. A single man who lives at his quiet countryside home, two hours drive away from the city where he works as an accountant for a factory. Due to his views, he and his family don't get along quite well and have been known to get into arguments about political views. Dassault, was a Liberation movement member, and a down right republican since the movement began. It was a bit against his values to take a royalist in, but he did it because he felt it was the right thing to do at the time. Years later the two would be working together to establish the Republique they both wanted. However, that story is for another time.

Helping him onto the nearby couch, Dassault left the room shortly after to fetch a few items. Levesque attempted to as Dassault questions from time-to-time but Dassault simply ignored the helpless man and continued getting things. Until finally Dassault spoke up.

"Tomorrow we're taking you to the Military base. You can stay here for the night. I'll grant you that, Royalist. But by no means will I take part in this revolution by drawing blood. I will, however, if you force me too." He said glancing over at the pistol that laid on the table.

Levesque simply nodded.

He watched as Dassault left the room before he turned his attention towards the ceiling of the cabin he was in. His leg hurt, actually his entire body hurt and he could feel himself slowly slipping into a deep slumber. The sounds of the war drawing out as he slipped into a sleeping state.

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"Get down!"

Someone shouted, a small pineapple shaped object landed nearby. Levesque noticed it quickly and grabbed the person that shouted, using his strength to pull himself and the husky man out of the way of the explosion. The grenade went off, leaving a ringing sound in their ears. The man glanced over at Levesque, and Levesque saw that his attempt had failed, and it was this husky man that actually saved his very own life. The man let out a dead gasp, and his eyes rolled back into a white stare.

Levesque pushed the body away quickly as the horrible image of the mans contorted, shrapnel laced face bled out furiously. He stared at the body once more before shaking the shock out of his mind and getting up. That was the last man of his combat team that was attempting to make their way out of the Alpha-site, and the rebel forces were drawing closer.

He was a mere private in the Army, trained to follow the kings orders even to death. But he was scared, he was scared for his own life. War wasn't a child's game that everyone made it out to be, and he saw this now. He watched his friends, and brothers-in-arms get slaughtered right before his own eyes.

Amongst the chaos he even gunned down a friendly that was running towards their position. It was quite literally a hellhole, and he had to get out of there. Grabbing his rifle once more he managed to push himself out of the ditch, using all of his strength to combat the sore, and sheering pain that sent sparks throughout his bodies nervous system.

An explosion went off nearby. Causing him to flinch and nearly lose his already horrible balance. He pushed forwards, grinding his teeth together to keep from screaming in the sheering pain. He could literally feel the air heat up near his ear as a bullet whizzed by, a close call, reminding him once more how quickly his life could end today, here, now, at this very moment.

Someone was running towards him, carrying a pistol, to his left. He didn't have time to shout the call phrase, nor did the other guy. He quickly aimed his rifle and pulled the trigger three times. The first two bullets striking the man in the chest, the third hitting the man in the arm. This person wasn't going to recover quickly. He went to put another round into the man, but that shot missed, as the man spun from the first three shots and dropped to the ground. He didn't bother to check if the man was dead or not. He had to keep moving.

To his left, another explosion. One that sent debris, up into the air, along with the now dismantled body of the guy that he had just gunned down. He flinched again and stumbled forwards, his nerves flared up in his leg, causing him to gasp as he recovered from the stumble, and continued to press forwards, now slowly jogging.

In front of his was a fence, a barbed wire fence to be exact. He cursed out loud and suddenly stopped, hearing the distinct whistling of a bomb dropping in. He dropped to the ground saying "You're sh-" The explosion had cut him off as chunks of dirt rained from the sky, pelting him as if it was hail.

He could feel something warm against the gaze. He wasn't even out of the Alpha-site and he already tore open his stitched wounds. He cared about it, just he didn't care about it at this moment, as he was still getting shot at by friends and foes alike. He forced himself up once more, ignoring the pain to the fullest and started sprinting towards the newly opened gap in the fence. Another whistling sound, followed shortly by an explosion. He didn't stop running, but he knew that shell landed where he was originally.

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