Fic: The Light
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discoveredinaljThis latest challenge is such a fantastic idea and I wanted to pay tribute somehow, so wrote this little fic.
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byslantedlight for the rapid beta.
He tried to push himself flatter to the ground. He didn't feel the freezing cold mud that had seeped through his clothes to his skin, all he felt was the fear. The volley of bullets was close, too close, but it was the constant roar of the big guns he couldn't bear, the continuous bombardment that never seemed to stop. He tried to think, but it was so hard when his head was filled with the constant salvos and the yelling of men. He lowered his head a fraction more, trying to ignore the dirt in his mouth and in his nose.
Think, think! How long had he been doing this, how many times? Days had become months, even years, this should have got easier, following orders each time should have got easier. But it had got more and more difficult, the fear building up inside him each time, as fewer and fewer of them returned - and now he was completely paralysed by it. He knew he should move, but he just couldn't, and anyway where would he go? He was in hell, there was no escape. He closed his eyes tightly, tried to ignore the screams in his head.
Please God, please...Please make it stop, please, if you're there, please help me...
A crushing pressure on his wrist made him snap open his eyes. There, just a few inches from his own was a mud splattered face and a pair of pale green eyes peering at him from under the brim of a helmet. The mouth was moving, in an extremely animated fashion, and over the roar in his ears Bodie tried to focus, on the face and the green eyes and the mouth.
"Come on, we've got to move, OK? Follow me! I'm with you, come on, we've got to go!" the man was shouting to be heard over the noises of war that surrounded them. Bodie glanced down at his wrist and saw a filthy hand gripping it tightly, pulling at it firmly.
"Come on! Now! Follow me, I won't let you go!" the man was still shouting at him and his wrist was yanked ever more urgently. Bodie felt the fear recede a tiny bit, the paralysis which had bound his body loosened slightly. He realised he was still clutching his rifle in his other hand. He tried to wriggle slightly and felt the squelch of the mud that blanketed the front of his body. Now the cold and the wet hit him, he could feel it like ice against his skin.
Another explosion shook the ground. The other man was still looking at him anxiously; Bodie nodded and tried his voice, "OK, let's go".
The other soldier gestured with his rifle slightly behind and to Bodie's left, and together they struggled around and crawled as quickly as the mire and their lungs would allow them, shoulders, hips and legs bumping together as they moved, until suddenly Bodie could see that just up ahead through the mist the ground dropped away. Just a few seconds more and they'd make it.
Keep moving, keep moving.
Struggling the last couple of feet, which seemed more like a swamp than ever, Bodie felt the grip on his wrist once more and then he was yanked bodily over the edge. They both tumbled the short distance and landed with a wet thud at the bottom of the trench.
They sat in a heap for a moment, panting for breath, hearts racing.
"All right?" the man with green eyes asked him with concern.
Bodie nodded and glanced at the ground, "Thank you" he said quietly.
He felt cold wet fingers lift his chin so he had to meet the other man's gaze. He was smiling now, a big, warm smile that transformed his face, "I'm Doyle", he said, and Bodie smiled back as the fear retreated into the shadows.
The End
Title: The Light
Author: angelci5
Gen/Slash: Pre-slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: If you like
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for the Discovered in Remembrance Challenge
Eternal thanks to
byslantedlight for the rapid beta.He tried to push himself flatter to the ground. He didn't feel the freezing cold mud that had seeped through his clothes to his skin, all he felt was the fear. The volley of bullets was close, too close, but it was the constant roar of the big guns he couldn't bear, the continuous bombardment that never seemed to stop. He tried to think, but it was so hard when his head was filled with the constant salvos and the yelling of men. He lowered his head a fraction more, trying to ignore the dirt in his mouth and in his nose.
Think, think! How long had he been doing this, how many times? Days had become months, even years, this should have got easier, following orders each time should have got easier. But it had got more and more difficult, the fear building up inside him each time, as fewer and fewer of them returned - and now he was completely paralysed by it. He knew he should move, but he just couldn't, and anyway where would he go? He was in hell, there was no escape. He closed his eyes tightly, tried to ignore the screams in his head.
Please God, please...Please make it stop, please, if you're there, please help me...
A crushing pressure on his wrist made him snap open his eyes. There, just a few inches from his own was a mud splattered face and a pair of pale green eyes peering at him from under the brim of a helmet. The mouth was moving, in an extremely animated fashion, and over the roar in his ears Bodie tried to focus, on the face and the green eyes and the mouth.
"Come on, we've got to move, OK? Follow me! I'm with you, come on, we've got to go!" the man was shouting to be heard over the noises of war that surrounded them. Bodie glanced down at his wrist and saw a filthy hand gripping it tightly, pulling at it firmly.
"Come on! Now! Follow me, I won't let you go!" the man was still shouting at him and his wrist was yanked ever more urgently. Bodie felt the fear recede a tiny bit, the paralysis which had bound his body loosened slightly. He realised he was still clutching his rifle in his other hand. He tried to wriggle slightly and felt the squelch of the mud that blanketed the front of his body. Now the cold and the wet hit him, he could feel it like ice against his skin.
Another explosion shook the ground. The other man was still looking at him anxiously; Bodie nodded and tried his voice, "OK, let's go".
The other soldier gestured with his rifle slightly behind and to Bodie's left, and together they struggled around and crawled as quickly as the mire and their lungs would allow them, shoulders, hips and legs bumping together as they moved, until suddenly Bodie could see that just up ahead through the mist the ground dropped away. Just a few seconds more and they'd make it.
Keep moving, keep moving.
Struggling the last couple of feet, which seemed more like a swamp than ever, Bodie felt the grip on his wrist once more and then he was yanked bodily over the edge. They both tumbled the short distance and landed with a wet thud at the bottom of the trench.
They sat in a heap for a moment, panting for breath, hearts racing.
"All right?" the man with green eyes asked him with concern.
Bodie nodded and glanced at the ground, "Thank you" he said quietly.
He felt cold wet fingers lift his chin so he had to meet the other man's gaze. He was smiling now, a big, warm smile that transformed his face, "I'm Doyle", he said, and Bodie smiled back as the fear retreated into the shadows.
Title: The Light
Author: angelci5
Gen/Slash: Pre-slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: If you like
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Written for the Discovered in Remembrance Challenge
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Date: 2008-11-02 12:57 pm (UTC)even years, this should have got easier, following orders each time should have got easier. But it had got more and more difficult
And even though I know it wasn't about ci5 I thought this was an interesting observation and something which isn't explored enough in the context of ci5.
Thank you for this.
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Date: 2008-11-02 04:02 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:00 pm (UTC)Very good!
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Date: 2008-11-03 07:32 pm (UTC)Thanks again! :-D
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Date: 2008-11-03 07:47 pm (UTC)Hope you don't mind me using your icon
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Date: 2008-11-03 07:50 pm (UTC)Hope your day has gone well today!
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Date: 2008-11-03 08:05 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting, I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2008-11-03 10:28 pm (UTC)I read this yesterday, and I was so moved by it I couldn't think of anything coherent to say... and a day later I'm still blithering *g*
I love the idea of them fighting together in another time and place, and you've created the atmosphere beautifully.
Fabulous, thank you.
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