| War Stories 2 "Get your tight arse moving Holly!" yelled the man ahead of her by about ten meters. "You sound as if you want to take me to your bed!" "I wouldn’t dare, Kath would rip me to shreds.” The two were running toward an outpost on the edge of the battle field. “Where are we going?” Holly yelled as another shell hit about fifty yards off. “To that post over there. It’s best to see how they’re doing if they aren’t all ready goners.” Holly spotted the small cabin at the edge of the field. It looked as if it had been there for years with the gun shots rattling off. “So why did you decide to join us rather than the straights over there?” “Why do you want to know?” “Well we’ve known each other for over three months and I don’t even know your name,” she yelled. “I think they’re all cunts and deserve every thing they get!” he yelled back as he got to the door of the cabin. “Shit do you think anyone’s home?” When Holly got to the door, she spotted the lock had been blown off. “It’s been raided. I think it’s time we paid them a full inspection.” He kicked the door down. A man was standing without his trousers on over a crying woman who had been stripped. Holly blew his knee caps off and ran to the woman. She heard another shot and a bump as the other straight hit the floor with a hole in his head. “It’s OK,” she cooed to the woman on the floor “They’re dead. You’re all right.” She kissed the woman on the lips and sat there to let it sink in. “Look what I found, one of the first to start the war. I remember your little gang, running around beating up lesbians, violating them!” “Anton you little traitor, how could you help the cunt suckers rather than your own kind!” the man on the floor yelled. “Anton? That’s a surprising name, I would have thought you would be called Scar or something.” “He was scar,” Anton said suddenly sounding rather offended. “I was Moon.” The man the floor opened his mouth to yell more insults but it was quickly filled with a bullet. “He was a right cunt when he was seventeen.” “Where’s Sara?” the woman on the floor cried. Holly looked at Anton who suddenly looked at his feet. “Lying in a pool of her own blood in the back room.” “No!” the woman on the floor yelled. “Not her too. I can’t loose her too.” “Calm baby, it’s OK.” Anton herd a slight popping sound and turned. “I think I’ll go outside,” he said stepping out of the room and leaving Holly and the other woman alone for a while. The war first started because of gang fights. It started with the gangs of straight people beating up the gays on the street. With some gangs they took that to an extreme and acted like animals, violating the women they beat up. The gays then began to travel in larger groups, some with gay sympathisers. Some of these were mocked for this. That is how the war began and the world may never become the same again… “So what’s your name?” Anton had asked after the woman had cheered up a bit. “My name is Cassandra.” “Do you want to come back to the trenches with us?” he said in a patronising tone. Holly slapped him hard across the face. “Ow! That was very painful.” “Well don’t treat her like a child!” Holly yelled at him. “I will come back,” Sara said slowly. She had chestnut hair that looked as if it had never gone near an artillery shell, unlike Holly’s. She had green eyes and plump lips. “I have a feeling I would be a lot better off there. The trio walked briskly and kept low. By the time they got back to the trench, the already lacking light had almost gone completely. |