The War Toy 2
#3 of The War Toy
Well, i wrote part 2, not that anybody gives a shit -.-
Cheshire awoke to a large dark figure standing over him. The sound of heavy breathing brought him fully around as he gave a twitch, sitting up and eyeing his surroundings with his cherry wood eyes. The glass covering them clinking in a sort of blink as he found the figure once more, A man in his late thirties with a long stream of blood running down his chest and legs, gashes in his clothing revealing more wounds from what looked to be claw marks and the distinct slice of a bayonet.
Still very weak, all the plushified sergeant could do was sit and watch. The man was busy stacking boxes and crates in front of the vault door, a noise like hail on a tin roof assaulting the heavy metal door. Once he got bored of watching the man, he started looking around once more, jumping a little in surprise when he saw that the Union sergeant's corpse was much worse for wear than when Cheshire had drifted off. Now, his body was shriveled and dry, the blood a dark brown and the stuffing had already started to mold. He was shocked to find what had woken him, soaking into his chest were several large blots of rich blood, probably from the man leaning over.
All this he was taking in when he heard a cough and the man fell over his own barricade . Cheshire jumped off the box he was on, landing on his flimsy legs and nearly falling as he hobbled towards the fallen man, Cheshire was getting more and more tired with each step. Upon reaching the dying man, he used what little strength he had left and flipped him over. Looking down at the terrified man, he saw the fear of him in his eyes as they slowly lost focus, blood bubbling from the side of his mouth, then all was black for Cheshire and the last he felt was landing atop the dead man.
"I still don't see why we ship these things to Poland. I mean, why not make some money here instead of having some kraut catalog all the shit?"
"Eddy, just shut up and keep packing.... and be careful that crappy sex doll, Look at that tear! It's probably worth more than your job!"
Once more, after what seemed like seconds, Cheshire awoke, this time to some very loud cursing in a language he didn't understand and a feeling of weightlessness, as his eyes opened, he looked up at a very old man, his wrinkled leathery face squinted in pain as he sucked his finger, a large needle now visible in Cheshire's gut, the stitching new and thick on a gash he hadn't even noticed, a little splotch of red next to it in his underbelly. With a crash, the door came down, and six men all dressed dark grey uniforms, came trampling in, sounds of screams and a crazy rapid burst of what sounded like gunshots rang out in a floor below, the old man stood fast, grabbing an old derringer sitting on the table, and with a gasp was impaled on one of the other men's bayonet, the rifle twisting it deep. The gun fell from nerveless fingers as the man fell to the floor, gasping and holding his chest. In a jolt of action, Cheshire slipped from the table and scooped the derringer up and fired both shots into the offending soldier's surprised Arian face, blowing his helmet off along with the top of his head. The others finally getting the idea of what was happening, opened fire, two or three shots tearing through his shoulders and one through his gut, a bayonet breaking off inside his chest as he fell from the window, landing in the cold blood soaked mud below. The last he saw before blacking out once more was a tall man in a black uniform and riding boots with a young boy dressed in a tan uniform with cropped blond hair, they were walking towards him and the boy scooped him up and lifted him to his father sounding ever so sad.
" Papa, kann ich halten es bitte!? Es würde mich dieses Ereignis zu erinnern, bis der Tag, als wir die Welt regieren!"
End of Part 2