The 50th: [Prologue] Hemorrhage Point
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The 50th: [Prologue] Hemorrhage Point By The Red-Ringed Umbreon
An hour passed, while Samuel Herring lay under the broken bridge. He sat, waiting for a group of armed personnel to pass over his broken body. He saw the soldiers look to the left, and he saw them pack their stuff and jump into the vehicle they were next to, and drove off.
All silence.
He tried to crawl out from where he was, and he felt his entire set broken bones shift, making him want to cry out in agony. He got to his feet with severe difficulty. He ripped off his crumpled helmet, and his white, pointed ears unfolded into wolf-like points. His shoulder shone a red fist surrounded by the outline of a wolf's head; the patch of the "Russian Dogs." He hobbled out of the wreckage that had killed his entire pack, as they called 20-man teams, and he pulled out the muddy map from his back pocket.
He climbed to the top of the mountain, to a place that was called Hemorrhage Point. He looked out onto the Taiga terrain, and saw a smoking battle ground in front of him. He grimaced, as he felt his leg heal itself. He looked down as he felt the black case with a skull on it; he pulled out the bits of grass from it, and swallowed them. He felt his pain slip away, and he started to head down to the rocky pass when he smelt a familiar smell; gunpowder and fresh blood. He slowly turned and looked coldly into the eyes into a blue-feathered avian with a fresh scar, bleeding down his left eye. The two stared at each other, "Hello, brother..." Jeff cocked his handgun that was pointed at his head. They stood there as they felt their bones heal themselves, audibly cracking under the strain. They each took a long hard look to their left as a third soldier in a thick helmet that covered the face came up, and pointed a gun at each of them.
"You two are thorns!" they heard the feminine voice of their sister, Sierra, as the helmet folded back on itself, revealing a lizard's grim face, "Isn't it nice to be back together?"
In the blink of an eye, Samuel pulled out his handguns, pointed at his siblings, and the bird pointed one at her too. They stood as they each heard the reforming bones finish snapping into place. The final battle of the second American Civil War had begun.
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Author's Notes:
Yes, I said that this was going out on thursday, but I was pulled into a last minute ordeal by my father, and I couldn't resist a time up in the mountains. I'll post every weekend during the summer, because work dies down then, and lord knows when I'll get a good enough chance.
Edit: Soon after I posted, I forgot to mention. This is an semi-incestial story between three adopted siblings, and the start of the war between factions on a torn america. In my timeline of events, It [the main character samuel's adoption] at the same time as the sinking of New York. Hope you enjoy, I'll post one day a week, maybe twice a week at the most.