tar folks. and Oddey, there's no need for an apology, chap. you visit in your own time, i know what its like to feel obligated to read something.
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Joe looked at the carnage all around him; The two dead sligs lay with their throats slashed in a pool of blood, the other unconscious with a gory mess protruding from the wounds in his stomach. Relb lay flat on his stomach with no face, and Muller on his back, dead eyes staring above and reflecting the flickering lights.
Joe knelt next to Rol, and asked him,
“Where are you hurt?”
“My…my back. I think…I think I’ve landed on Mullers knife.” He said slowly, staring up at the blood splattered ceiling.
Joe tried to lift him, but he yelled out, and so left him.
“Is it lodged in your spine? Can you feel your legs?” Crob asked, face stricken with worry.
“I don’t…know” Rol answered, frowning.
“Try and move your toes, Rol. Come on, move your toes.” Crob said quickly.
Joe had never seen him like this.
“I…cant…jeez.” He stuttered.
“Oh no. Its in his spine. Its in his spine, Joe. What are we gonna do?” Crob repeated under his breath, clearly panicking and rubbing his face.
“Calm down. Lets just concentrate on helping Rol.” Joe said, with a level head.
“There’s…one thing you…can do for me.” Rol said, with a slight smile. “Give me a fag.”
“Sure Rol! Where are they?” Joe asked, trying not to think about the possibility that this could be the last time he ever spoke to Rol.
“They’re tucked…in…behind me.” He said, closing his eye’s.
“Ok, this might hurt.” Joe said as he lifted Rol slightly to get to the pack of cigarettes tucked in behind his loincloth.
He pulled out the ‘Lungbuster’s’ packet, and drew one out. He lit it with the lighter inside the packet, and put it between Rol’s lips.
“Thanks pal.” He said, slurring his speech slightly. “Do you…want one?” He asked Crob, whilst the fag stuck out between his lips.
“I’ve told ya’, I don’t smoke…you dumb bastard.” Crob joked, now slightly calmer than he was before.
A smile played on Rol’s lips, and he opened his eyes again.
“You probably…wanted me to die…didn’t ya’…Joe?” Rol asked Joe, his eyes starting to look vacant.
“What?! No! I would nev-” Joe began.
“I know we haven’t…always seen eye to eye, and…that I’ve took the piss…out of you and…been pretty spiteful at times…but I’ve always seen…you as a friend. Please, please…don’t forget me.” Rol said slowly.
“I wont.” Joe said, tears in his eye’s.
“It was a good…plan, Joe. Don’t…blame yourself.” Rol commented.
Joe tried to say ‘thankyou’, but he couldn’t get the words out for this lump in his throat.
“Did I do well?” Rol asked, looking at their faces.
“You did brilliant, mate! You took out two sligs!” Crob reassured.
“Better than me.” Joe said, ashamed of himself.
“You’re the…brains of the operation…we’re the…fighters. You…did good.” Rol said. “Go.” He said, suddenly looking more alert.
“What?” Crob said in disbelief.
“Go! They’ll be…more of them bastards soon! Just…go!” Rol demanded.
“He’s right.” Joe said. As hard as it was to say, it had to be said, and if Rol was in his position, he would have done the same.
“Right.” Crob said, standing up and looking lost.
“See ya’.” Rol said.
Rol laughed, and then spluttered. It went against everything Joe knew to leave Rol dying, but there was no use all of them ending the same way. No matter how cold it sounded.
Joe stood up, not saying a word, not daring to speak in case his voice wavered. He knew no matter how many times Rol may have been cruel to him, or no matter how much he may have been lacking in morals, he just knew that if Rol saw him upset, it would tear his conscience in half.
“Follow me.” Joe managed to say to Crob.
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MEH
i had to rewrite some of this chapter, as it just didn't flow well and some things were bogged down with unnecessary details. this should read better now, though. i honestly don't know what i was on when i wrote this in 2008, because i need to majorly redo the ending, that's for sure; its terrible, to put it simply.
thanks for reading.
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