Soap Opera Time!!!!!!!!
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Thread Topic: Soap Opera Time!!!!!!!!
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Mankowitz chuckled. This was a matter of life and death, the ultimate risk, but even now, Matt could find a way to cheer him up. "I'll take the b------s from one side, you get the other, okay?"
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You're back~ :D
"Got it." Matt smiled, not letting how he truly felt show. He was, to put it simply, scared. This war. Cold, bloody, war. And they were jumping in head first. -
For a while, yeah. ;)
Berny nodded, grinning proudly. "Okay, man!" As Bernard began to skulk off, you could hear him cheer. "War heroes! We're gonna be f---in' war heroes, man! That'll teach the kids back home!" If only he knew... -
Matt couldn't help it, he laughed. Berny could be such a kid sometimes. He shook his head, clearing out all the unecessary thoughts, focusing only on the task that lay before him.
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(*ponders over how to get Bernard on the minefield* Hmmmm....)
Mankowitz was never exactly the most mature guy, but now, he knew he had to get serious. He had to -as the Sergeant would say- 'unf--- himself' if he wanted to save the country. Bernard glanced around, making sure that nobody was following him. All clear. Good. Keeping his head low, gun in hand, he skulked onward. -
Everywhere he went, Matt felt eyes on him. When he turned, however, there was no one there. It was also quiet. WAY to quiet.
*slowly raises hand* I have an idea -
Oooh, good! :D
"Hm..." Bernard pondered, glancing around suspiciously. Something wasn't right, here. It couldn't be. -
Matt could, being the idiot he is, charge at the enemy and get his legs blasted to smithereens. Berny could run toward him to try and help, and end up being blown to pieces himself.
Matt swung around, gun poised. There'd been footsteps from nearby, he was sure of it. -
Brilliant! :D Poor Matt and Bernard... :(
"Come right the f--- out, a--holes." Bernard growled, under his breath. "I'm ready for you." -
Yeah D:
A steady stream of bullets shot towards the two, followed by a couple of men fleeing. "Oh no you don't!" Matt shouted, chasing after them. He had barely pulled his trigger when he found himself lying face-down, his legs on fire. He let out a blood-curdling scream, trying with all his might to stand and get back into battle. -
I mean, Bernard was only eighteen. I assume Matt might've been around that age, too. They'd barely lived and one ended up losing his legs, whilst the other ended up...dead.
"MATT!!!" Berny shouted out, eyes wide with shock. "Holy s---, Matt!" he sprinted towards his friend, barely thinking this plan through. "Don't worry, man, I'm coming!" He sprinted towards his good friend, fast as he could. Other men were screaming at him to come back.
"Mankowitz, get your ass back here!" One of them shouted after him.
"Don't do it!" another pleaded. "Come back!"
"I can't! I've gotta save----" he didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. The next thing he saw was a blinding flash of dark red, mixed with amber and yellow. Next thing he felt was a burst of agony. Next thing he heard was a bloodcurdling scream, only now, Matt wasn't the one screaming. He was. -
Is so sad ;~;
"B-Berny! Bernard!" Matt yelled, inching his way to where his friend was. "Bernard!" -
T~T poor dears... All they wanted was to be heroes and end the war.
"M-Matt..." Bernard coughed. He wasn't even strong enough to scream.
Heather, hearing an explosion, hurried out of the house.
"Matt?! Bernard?!" the little girl called, frantically. Once her eyes fell upon the two, she couldn't help but scream. Matt's legs had been blown off and Bernard...well, Bernard's injuries were as bad as they could possibly be; he was blown in half at the waist, laying in a pool of his own blood. Parts of his spine were shattered and some of his entrails were slopped out on the floor. He was still alive, but...barely. -
"You will not die, Berny!" Mat yelled, still slowly but surely making his way towards his friend. "You can't die!"
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"I don't know, Matt...I don't l-l-look too good, do I?" he glanced down at his lower half, or at least what was left of it. "Oh, s---. s---!"
Without thinking, the child started to race towards her brother and his friend. Berny spotted his six-year-old sister, running towards them, her long, dirty brown hair flowing behind her. His heart pounded in his chest, causing another gush of blood to spew from what was left of his waist. Fearing for his sister's life, as well as his friends and his own, he started shouting to her, begging her to go home. "H-Heather! NO! Heather, d-d-don't! Go back! Please, just go back!"
"I can't leave you guys here!" Heather sobbed, halting briefly.
"Heather, you've got to go back! You might step into a m-m-mindfield! It's dangerous out here, Heather! Please...go back...."
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