The western city of Para glowed in the light of death. Fire rained from the heavens and dug vast craters into the city blocks. Screams of men, women, and children echoed through the boiling air only to be silenced by the flames. People were screaming and chasing after their false vision of safety, as they dove into the river only to be cooked alive under the boiling waters.
I stood at the edge of Para and watched it burn to the ground. My parents were running. They were running to escape their death. But we all know that escaping death is impossible. Two of the Crean army soldiers appeared behind my parents. I watched as one shot flames from his hand. The metal that encased his body glowed and from the light of the deadly flames. His mask of steel prevented me from seeing his face, but I will always remember his voice…
“hey! What do we do about the kid?” called soldier one.
“eh... who cares!? He’ll die out here all by himself anyways. Just leave him.” Replied soldier two.
“ha ha! Alright! Doesn’t matter to me about what happens to him. As long as we wipe out the city, I’m good. Although, I wouldn’t mind hearing the scream of one more person. He he!” laughed soldier one with malice.
Hey John! We have to go back! The leader just called for us. Our job is done here in this god forsaken land.” Yelled soldier two.
I was so infuriated that I had no idea on what I was doing. Rushing towards the metal soldiers, I slammed my fist into one of their backs. (that wasn’t such a smart idea on my part) the sound of bone cracking is unpleasant, especially when it’s your own. Pain shot through my arm as the bones in my hand crunched, cracked, and popped. Screaming in agony I writhed on the dusty ground holding my hand with tears flowing down my cheeks.
“Oh ho ho!!!! So the baby chick wants to play with the big boys now huh?! He he! Alright! I’ll let you feel the pain of playing with the Crean Army!!” screamed John with furious excitement.
John pulled a large gun from a holster on his back and placed the barrel on my shoulder. Looking up, the gun gleaned in the light of the fires behind him.
“Get ready… to feel the pain!!!!” John hollered.
There was a loud explosion. It seemed as if a cannon went off by my head. I couldn’t feel anything at first, but after a few seconds searing pain spread through my body. Screaming and crying, I prayed for the pain to stop. John and the other soldier walked toward a fleet of ships closer to Para, talking and laughing about how much pain John caused me.
They said that I’d die… they said that I with my wounds, I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Later that night I gave up on living. After walking a few hours I became too tired. The blood that trickled slowly from my shoulder created a red string across the field. If someone wanted to find me, they’d find my body at the end of the string. From the loss of blood, I blacked out.
I woke up, my right arm in a cast, and my left bandaged up. Sitting up, I looked around and saw that I was in a hospital. The white walls, the smell of alcohol, and old sick people filled the air. My clothes were not on me any longer, but on a chair in the corner. I had iv’s on both arms, and a pure white blanket stretched across me. There was a knock. 3 short quick knocks, and one loud big knock, and an old man probably in his 50’s enters and looks at some clipboard.
“Where am I? why am I here? Shouldn’t I be dead? Looking up full of questions.
Easy on the questions. You’re in Welborn Hospital. I found you a few miles outside the city clinging to life. I brought you back here and treated your wounds… “ answered the old doctor.
“Oh….. is that what happened?” I asked.
“hmm…. It may seem a bit rude to ask after you just woke up, but how did you get such extensive injuries? Looks to me like as if you were shot? That doesn’t explain the damage to your hand, and as to why you were out in the desert.” Questioned the doctor
Gripping the sides of the bed until my knuckles turn white. “Well…. I…. I…. I can’t!” I cried.
“It’s ok. You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to, but you might not like this…. Here.” Said the doctor, as he handed me a paper. It’s the bill for your stay here.
“WHAT!!!! I can’t afford this!” slamming my fist down onto the bed in anger. “I have no money! My parents are dead, and all my relatives are gone!! How do you expect me to pay 200,000,000 Beri!!” I furiously screamed.
“ Yes, yes. I know you’re frustrasted, but I’ll let this slide. This hospital is so corrupted. All they seem to care about is money. If you can’t pay, then they’ll put you to work as slaves to the company that owns this hospital. But you have something you need to do don’t you? Asked the doctor, watching me nod my head slowly. You can go free. I’ll pay for the expenses.”
“What…? Really? I can go free?” I asked with surprise.
“Yeah, go ahead and go. I’ll take all the iv’s and stuff off of you.” Replied the doctor, while unhooking everything from my scarred body.
“You won’t get into any trouble will you? You know, for letting me go free?” I asked. Studying his face, I waited for his answer.
There was a long pause, and the doctor finally replied, “no of course not. You go ahead and go.”
Ok…. Thank you so much! I yelled as I flew out the room, down the long white hallway, and out the door. I didn’t bother much with staying any longer in that hospital. I wanted out as quickly as possible. “I hope he doesn’t get into trouble… “ I thought to myself. I followed the beaten path that seemed to stretch on and swallowed by the forest in the distance.
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