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| 25 Mar 2013 01:05 PM |
Rumbling --------
Rumbling. Roaring. Like thunder. Screeching like an enraged bat. A bat out of hell. That's the sound of the Turbo-Jet Engines as they power up, speeding down the taxi way. The only other sound you can hear is the tribal drumming of your heart, pumping adrenaline round your body, and sweat out of it. The heavy weight of your gear and parachute drag you down in your seat like a Siren dragging a sailor down to his death.
The sudden rush as the plane sets off, cannoning down the runway, and the lurch in your stomach as it is suddenly in the air. A new sound penetrates the foul smelling air. Retching. The sickening sound would bring you to your knees, if you weren't strapped into a chunk of metal hurtling through the air. The stench of fear, piss and sweat make you heave too.
And suddenly it happens. A roaring screech penetrates the air, followed by a sonic boom as an explosion rocks the plane. Out of the tiny window, half the wing can be seen missing. So can the jet trails of fighter jets swarming the aviation fueled sky. You watch as several of them explode, one by one, like a star, just giving up and exploding in a supernovae of ash, fire, and death. You can see the tiny white parachutes of ejection seats waving in the air like a white cloth hanging from an olive branch. Some start to fall uncontrollably as they are dashed with holes from the fiery bullets being spat out of your own fighters.
Like spiders tumbling from their hollow, they cascade down the skyin a river of white, silken death. Ringing is heard. Almost like harsh tapping. Dents appear from no-where as your aircraft is hit with debris. Then comes a harsher sound, followed swiftly by large, gaping holes in the thin tin foil that separates you from the ground, like blood fleeing a wound in haste. Air gushes from the holes, a waterfall of live being stripped away, and people try to escape. Trapped, ironically, in the harness designed to keep them safe. Heads and limbs explode in a red, watery mess as bullets find flesh and bone. The pilots are hit. The plane starts to dive. Already missing a wing, it tumbles from the air like a clay pigeon, engines screaming, wind howling, men crying and wailing for mummy, and the clink, clunk, smash, as harnesses are unbuckled, and windows cave in. The commander reaches, desperately, for the switch that would open the door to spare you.
You know you are dead. Your body responds uncontrollably, as does everyone else. Your bowels are vented without remorse, sick is vomit is thrown into the air, splattering onto the door that has become a ceiling, no, a coffin lid. The switch is hit. A smashed red light sparks and splutters as it tries to pump electricity, the lifeblood of the equipment, into the filament. Hydraulic rods explode with black liquid as they try, and fail to open the coffin lid door that could be your savior, or your executioner. An explosion rips the air, and rents the metal wide, like a toddler ripping rapping paper of it's present. Air swoops in. Stinking of fuel, and death. People desperately break free of their deathly harness and fall, upward, out into the open air of death.
As do you.
You are free. Finally, wonderfully, free. Free of that metal, soot lined coffin.
You watch as the trapped people inside the aircraft scream and die in a fiery inferno that can only be described as a hellish version of a rose. For the mushroom cloud of regret and sorrow that plumed at the impact point truly seemed to bloom. Powered by the un-lived dreams, un-kept promises, and un-lived tales as the innocent burn. And for what?
You pull your cord, praying for it to save you. The air is wrenched from your lungs as if someone stole it with an evil malice. A demon that would die rather than let you live. You fall lightly now, onto the ground below. You see the men around you, falling too, fluttering down. Some explode with red as fiery metal chunks that are the bullets of fighter planes rip their bodies apart like a shark's teeth savaging a seal. Among them, and below you, is an enemy pilot, screaming for his life as he plummets down to earth in his ejector seat. Your pistol by your side, you take aim. He sees you, and whips out his own, sobbing all the while as death rained down upon them.
Scraps of metal billowing smoke and fire, nothing but hatred and death, all for some reason unknown to you. You never knew why you were here, really. You just wanted to be the man in the poster. You wanted to feel like they said you would. A hero. Hah. All you know is to kill the enemy, to live, and to survive. It was all you were taught, and you know now why. You needed it, desperately, as you prayed for some, twisted luck to save your sorry skin. You don;t want to do this. You loathe to do this. But you have no choice. Do or die.
Your hand shakes uncontrollably as you point the harmless chunk of metal at the poor man's skull. Your eyes lock and meet,tears dripping down your grime stained faces. Praying for it to end. Praying not to do this. In what cold clockwork of the stars and nations were you the hand pointing this second? What gave you the right to pull the trigger?
Nothing.
But, scared, shaken, burned, and barely alive, your finger retracts, and you end the life of a terrified stranger, doing his job. You sip into unconsciousness as you plummet earthward, waiting for the end.
And all you can hear is Rumbling.
Roaring.
Like thunder.
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| 25 Mar 2013 01:28 PM |
*bu-bump*
Sorry for the weird typesetting, typed this up on Notepad.
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:11 AM |
harro?
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:22 AM |
Because war relation suddenly means clans.
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:28 AM |
tll;dr
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:31 AM |
@kolappo it's a story, it's meant to be long. If you didn't want to read a logn post, then why did you read the story?
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:31 AM |
I didn't read it
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| 30 Mar 2013 07:55 AM |
Why not?
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| 30 Mar 2013 08:15 AM |
Thanks for the constructive criticism.... -_-
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