Incandescent Scenario (In Progress) by Matthew Aakay (english novels for students TXT) 📕

Noun -

Success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions.

Verb -

Chance to find or acquire.

Darkness filled the sky during the day, clouds covering the earth and I sit here waiting for something to happen. Not that I’m complaining about doing nothing but laying on my ass all day can take its toll on my insanity.

I was forced to join the army like so many others and I expected more shooting and screaming. Guess I should be glad I was put on protection duties like this, most of the other Privates here look like they’d stay in cover; I would.

When I was a kid I’d always imagined why War was a big deal, and as I got older into my teens I thought War was a waste of time, a waste of pointless effort for the greater good.

The greater good…. I thought looking at the last sunlight being blocked by clouds.

Lots of things will never change in War - The smell of gun-powder, the sound of explosions, a man screaming, the sight of pain, the fear in every man’s eyes, Metal and Steel equipment, and the only thing every War in history has and will always have; Blood.

‘Pvt Adam, what are fighting for again?’ I asked

‘Don’t know anymore. First it was a disagreement, then a broken peace treaty, then the E.K.Y for world domination. It’s been years, the list goes on.’ Pvt Adam sighed blowing a smoke from a custom cigarette.

‘Then what are we guarding?’

‘The five of us are guarding something that we or our comrades stole in one of their recon mission… That’s all I know.’ Pvt Adam puts his cigarette out, ‘Now finish digging that pot hole.’

The men and I were playing with grenades a couple days ago and have been getting more crazed. Today - A mine game. Now that the mine was planted, a man blind folded and a semi-automatic pistol in his hand, the game started.

‘Spin him three times.’ We begain to laugh as he points and swing the gun around trying to found the planted mine.

‘Oh. Pvt Son, here’s that drink you wanted.’ Pvt Alexander tossed a ration at me.

‘It’s Tomato.’ He grinned.

Aw… Tomato… I put it in my front pocket when I notice a small orange light coming from the iron-steel door. The others begun to notice as well when it started getting bigger, mini bubbles were appearing on it. Pvt Adams eyes opened as wide as they could, he turned to us and he screamed ‘GET BACK!’

A big explosion blew open layers and layers of the Iron-steel door, coursing the impact to push all of us back. I tried to look up but my body was numb, my ears were ringing and my vision was shaking but I continued to try get up. I staggered on my knees to found myself four foots away from the mine.

‘-to think that this place would have terrible security, you know? Look at these poor bastards, leg there, arm here and even that sucker over there trying to get back on his feet. Hah, pathetic.’

Three armoured men walked out from where the door was blown. The one talking was a skinny looking fellow coming towards me, the guy at the back was buff carrying the stolen equipment by himself and the one in between looked more like a woman, slim with hips. Limber.

The skinny one put his rifle behind him and pulls out his pistol, ‘It’s time to die-’ he took two steps, lift his pistol at my head and took a third step onto the mine. He looks at the bump on the ground then looks at me as I said ‘Shit.’

I was pushed back onto the nearest wall and his body was blown in two.

‘…Why would they plant something so close to their base?’ The buff one said.

‘Doesn’t matter. We have to leave,’ the woman said.

‘What about-‘

‘Now! Agent Pollux.’

She looks at me laying down and in a split second I imagined her doing the same thing the skinny guy did; coming toward me to kill me. But Pvt Adam’s rifle was on the side of me with his right arm still attach, and a Tactical-Blade must have flew here during the second explosion. I grabbed the blade as quickly as I could, through it at her and as she dodges it with ease, I rolled over the arm, grabbing the rifle and took aim. She would have shot me then but the Tactical-Blade blasted behind her, distracting her, allowing me to shoot multiple bullets in one area on her head. And then the buff guy kills me; but I got to kill someone.

‘ARRUGH… Help me, dammit!’ Sadly that didn’t happen because the skinny guy was still alive and I didn’t predict that.

She stares at him, ‘Help me, carry me, DO SOMETHING!’ She shoots him in the head from a distance then without taking another look at me, she shoots me in the chest.

I felt winded, my vision was fading again and my fingers can feel blood.

‘We’re finish here.’ They walked away.

I’m dying… Aw.  I passed out.

Seven days later.

A refugee city.

Inside a hidden black-listed pub bar.

‘-so she shots the guy in the chest and they walked away.’

‘Gees, and she killed her comrade? That’s cold hearted.’ The bartender said cleaning the same glass for the past forty-five minutes.

‘And… How do you know all this?’ He asked.

‘I would tell you but I’m hanging low right now, if that’s okay with you?’

‘That’s fine,’ he then reaches down and grabbed an old sawed off shotgun ‘but that means you have to leave.’

‘Whoa, buddy. Take it easy, I’ll tell you then, okay.’

‘It’s not your story, it’s if you’re being persuaded then this place will be compromised. So, are you being chased?’ The bartender started to feel uneasy.

‘Maybe, maybe not. Either way I’m a customer, I paid for this drink that I haven’t even finished.’ The other customers were getting tense too, holding their holstered gun and even getting twitchy fingers.

‘Keep those guns away, ladies,’ two suited military men walked through the door capable of staring down every man and woman in this bar as they walk through ‘We've come for you, Private Son.’

Crap. ‘I think he’s talking to you, bartender.’

‘No, I’m talking to you, Private.’ The one with the moustache said. He placed his hands on the shoulder of the man at the counters, and he was tense then before.

‘Sir, the man we’re after has red hair. That man’s hair is black.’ The guy behind moustache said, looks around and spotted me trying to leave at the front door. ‘FREEZE!’ He pointed his gun at my back but it caused anxiety and everyone pulled their guns out.

‘Lieutenant.’ The Lieutenant slowly put his gun away and straighten back up.

My friend with the black hair quickly got up, pulled his gun in the air and fired. Then everyone else started shooting and I got the heck out of there. I know why he did it too; I couldn’t remember at the time but I know he didn’t do it for me.

A Flashback

His name was Scientist Adam, not to be confused with Pvt Adam and he was there one hour after I was shot in the chest, limping out the base. He was holding something in his hands and it was a attractive looking ball like a pearl, and it was plling him towards me. He tumbles over and the pearl was dragging him along the ground. He got on his knees to face me, ‘Damn, shot in the chest. I don’t understand what it wants with this dead guy… Wait a minute.’ he took a closer look at me ‘is he? He’s sleeping.’

Snoring and a snot running down into my month made it more clear that I was alive, and even more obvious I was lazy as ever.

‘Wake up, dammit!’ He took off my helmet and started slapping me silly. ‘I said wake up!’

‘Ah, stop it already, dad. Give me five more minutes.’ Sliding over to my right. He punch me across the face.

‘I’d kill you if it wasn’t important. Now get up soldier.’

‘Ow, man… Who? What happened?’ It took some time to recollect my memory and the pain on my chest was bruised, and the blood on my fingers were tomato jucie. I told Adam what happened and he said ‘So she shot you in the chest and they walked away? That’s a funny story. But now is not the time to give tales of ones life, we have to leave well we still can. I’ll explain everything on the way.’ He got back up and started walking ahead of me.

‘We should wait here for reinforucement though.’ I said, he stops and took a good hard look at me.

‘We have lost the War, comrade.’ The flashback was quick and ended.

After the shot out in the black-listed pub, I ran into a public area, the market ally, hoping that I won’t be attacked or spotted.

‘Get your Rat meat here!’ I’m just running through.

‘Old school Pop Turts!’ I’m just running through.

‘Juicy Peaches blended with Lemon and Tea leaves all in a Pineapple cup! Ice Tea.’ Maybe stop for a drink and some rat meat, and some pop turts; I’m not used to alcohol. Well I was eating my barbeque rat meat and drinking my tea, I notice at the corner of my eye a different group of men running down the market and I knew they were after me too. I felt nervous for a bit and acted like a normal guy eating a cooked rat. They ran past but one guy stopped behind me, making me sweat a little. He asked the cook, ‘Chef, did you see anyone running through here?’ and the cook didn’t answer. ‘To hell with you then.’ He took off.

I was relieved until the cook said, ‘If it was the North continent I would have told them.’ I look at him as he looks back, I nodded and walked away.

‘Target spotted’

I went into an old run downed building that had old toys everywhere, and I tried not to gasp and cry at the old times of life, I instead giggled that leaded me to laugh vulgarly because I saw one ugly looking action figure, that reminded me of that buff armoured guy.

‘Ha. Come to think of it, it does look like him… More ugly up close.’

‘If that was me I’d be pissed.’ He was breathing down my neck and my eyes couldn’t open any wider. I slowly turned to my left and started to walk. He grabbed me by the collar with one hand, ‘Hey now, get back here.’ He lift me face to face above two foots off the ground.

‘Man, you’re big. How did you know I was talking about you?’ I squirmed around.

‘It’s the only thing that remotely looks like me.’ He smiled.

‘I take it back. You look more handsome,’ No lies was given ‘so have you tried rat meat?’

‘Side tracking. Where is the Orb?’

‘What orb?’ He lifted me up into the air by