Battlefield
Standing the area falls silent momentarily, the only sound is his body crashing to the ground and hitting it. The gunshots seem silent, as his eyes stay on his body which is unmoving. Suddenly all the sound comes back, like a bolt of electricity running through his body. The screams get louder as the gunfire seems to stop. His body moves, running towards Dom’s, leaning over him, and his head shakes.
“You’re not allowed to die.” Screaming, his hands push against his chest as he tries forcing him to breathe and wake him. The tears fill his eyes as he screams at him, pushing harder and faster on his chest.
His body shakes as the rain pours around him, the field no longer dry, but instead a dampened mess, coating their clothes in the thick black dirt.
“He’s gone.” Marcus shakes his head, denying it, yet he knows it is true. He feels the hand on his shoulder, and moving he looks up. His body runs cold as he stares at Dom, but it isn’t. He looks confused as the soul kneeling at Dom’s head, looking at him, begging to be saved. Turning he looks at the team, his hand reaching out and shaking as he points towards Dom’s soul.
“Can you see it?” Everyone looks at Marcus, confused. “Can you lot fucking see it!” Jackson shakes his head.
“There is nothing there, Marcus.” He turns, looking back, still seeing Dom’s soul, his eyes begging him to save him. Moving he pushes against Dom’s chest again, fighting with him to try to get him alive. He shouldn’t have died, no one should have died. He keeps going, the rain pouring more as if heaven’s gates have opened and unleashed hell on them. Marcus crying as he keeps trying. Every time he stops, he looks up, Dom’s face still there begging him to be saved.
“Marcus, he’s gone, please. You’re putting the whole team at risk, how many more need to die before you realise we need to run?” Jackson moves, pulling Marcus away from Dominic as he screams, trying to get back to him.
Jackson’s hands pushing him against the wall.
“He’s gone, look at me Marcus, he is gone.” Marcus nods, his body falling to the floor as he cries, his eyes glancing at Dom’s body, watching as his soul slowly fades away, the pain becoming heavier. He knew, he knew when he agreed to take on a team, he would watch some of them die.
He never thought he would though, part of his mind didn’t accept the reality of it, his head shaking as he cries. How can he survive not knowing who will die next time or when the next time even is? He can’t, yet he has to. He promised Jackson and Troy’s family to always watch over them, no matter what and right now, running isn’t. Reality though seems to be painful because he knows soon, there is a chance this team he is with, will be gone. None of them living and then what is there left to fight for?
