Buddy Lost

The expansive, golden scenery of the grassland savannah has just witnessed a brutal conflict of guns among men. Blood, gently trickling from the tip of the bushes, like drops of dew after a morning rain. Smoke, wisely ascending and vanishing through the air, like spirits rising to the heavens. Corpses, scattered on the battlefield, like corpses scattered on the battlefield. I stood alone, harshly heaving my escaping breaths and gazing at my strewn wounds. I held my knife and pierced it in my forearm where a bullet was fixed within the flesh. I pulled it out and screamed with agony, blood seeping out like a dark secret. Pain was harsh and expected. I took a syringe from my pocket and plunged it right through my arm, letting the medicine travels though the vessels; thus, soothing my shivering strength.

I wasn’t alone though. Pleas of help were heard from a distance. The voice echoes a familiar ring in my memories. I ran. I ran toward that voice because I remembered it. I ran toward that voice because it was coming from a dear person to me. I ran toward that voice because it was of a buddy of mine; my best buddy. He was resting on the ground and clutching his stomach. He requested help, and I was there to help. I held his head on my hand and managed to grab a syringe from my pocket. Without hesitation, I plunged it right into his body. His left hand stretched to the skies and his eyes closed from the retching pain. “Keep it coming”, he said. I pierced another one into his body, but it just wouldn't cut it. He groaned with ache and requested to “keep it coming”. A third one. Into his body. Again. He knew that his injuries were far more austere to be treated with simple medical equipment. He didn’t know that he would ever meet his end in one of the most desolate places on Earth. His eyes stared at the harsh wilderness, and his spirit left his body like the others he has just killed. It wasn’t cleansed of sin, but purity cannot exist without sin. I closed his eyes with my hand and held his small head on the other. He was finally at peace, like a sleeping princess waiting for her new destiny to come.

I stood alone once again. Gazing at the unforgiving life of the wild, while fighting the wild, gluttonous instinct of men. Somehow, it all looked so peaceful for a second. However, this isn’t my place. I refuse to die here. I must get out of here, at all costs, even if it costs the deaths of others. I am a predator now, just miles away from the far cry of my pray.

Comments

[James]

Wow! Great post.

I've recently crafted a similar one, albeit a little more long-winded and not as well written. Well done.

[Angelo]

@James

Haha, thanks James! Glad someone enjoyed my lame attempt of "creative writing" and novelization :P

Nahh, I bet yours is just as good and even better. I've been lurking in your blog for quite some time now and really enjoying the fluid prose and writing. Keep it up and let's pull all we got in this :)