So I'm debating on writing a book, CAG fellas & ladies...
The first chapter is almost done, and I'd love some feedback.
WARNING: [GRAPHIC]
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Day 1
The entire event seemed to be playing out in slow motion. From the moment I made the decision, time almost came to a standstill. Every second seemed like an hour. Adrenaline? Combat hype? Whatever it was, it ensured that each and every second of that transaction would be burned into my brain for all of time. A fountain of blood gushed from the top of his head. Thick, rich life exploded from the wound with such force, that his entire head seemed to be transformed at that moment into a favorite of the people here: an IED. Birds on nearby rooftops lifted off in a stunning display, in unison, performing a beautiful ballet. The sound of the gunshot pierced my soul. This was my first kill. Today was full of firsts, in fact. This was my first combat engagement. This was my first tour overseas. Hell, this was the first time I had ever been out of the country. I had trained for this for years, though all of the training in the world couldn't have reduced the impact of the weapon's recoil against my will. I felt the wave travel through my body, starting at my shoulder and moving down my torso towards my legs. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Nice shot.”
My spotter was a new acquaintance, but he and I had a lot in common. We were from the same city, though we’d never met. I would take any small comfort in this vulnerable moment. So many thoughts polluted my mind. What had I just done? Was it the right call? What if I hadn’t taken the shot? What kind of life did he have before him, if any at all?
The blood had reached its apex, and as with all things, what goes up must come down. The rain of liquefied brain matter and blood fell around his feet. The color was almost black, contrasting the bright, sun-bleached cement he stood on. His face, though lifeless, still held the same face it had when the 7.62 caliber made contact. His face was solemn, barely any emotion at all. The sun flickered off the sweat near his hairline. His hair, now soaked with blood, was jet black and oily, slicked down on its own accord. By this time, a woman, running at full speed to embrace him, was close enough that the rain fell on her as well. She wasn’t very far away when I took the shot, and though everything was moving in slow motion, she seemed to almost teleport from where she was standing to end up next to him that fast. The thick liquid ran down her face and clothes. She reached her arms out to embrace him, catching his lifeless body just before it made contact with the blisteringly hot concrete. At the moment that both bodies came to rest on the ground, blood pooled around them, I hesitated. I contemplated. I took a deep breath to steady myself. Sweat dripped from my eyebrow just before I pulled the trigger again. I heard the thwip of the bullet ripping through her body, or was it the sweat hitting the hot roof I was laying on? Could it possibly have been the trigger mechanism crunching against the concrete under her body as she dropped it and fell dead atop it? The thought that scares me the most is that the sound was my own psyche cracking.
Day 2
To be continued….. ???
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What do you guys think?
~ The Shiv
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