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The Quiet Enigma
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The Quiet Enigma
Name: James Adolphus
Age: 26
Height: 6'2
Weight: 180
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Medium Brown/Light Blonde mix
Occupation: Marine Corps Special Forces, 1st Reconnaissance Battalion
Lady Odyssey
Gone.
Age: 24
Height: 5'3
Weight: 121
Eyes: Green
Hair: Extremely light brown
Occupation: Doctor's assistant/nurse
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The Quiet Enigma
A thunder-like crash. An echoed boom. Rubble falling. A tightness of the chest. The last few things James remembered before all things turn to black. The feeling of fire filled him from the feet up. Death. This is what death feels like. Within a second, the flame that filled his body turned to ice. His feet, his fingers, all numb. With desperation, James takes in one last gasp of air before his eyes close. Death, a well welcomed friend in this war.
Suddenly, as quick as the feeling left before, fire sparked from inside. Melting the icy-cold numbness from his torso to his hands and feet. This feeling, this heat, this warmth. Not a feeling that accompanied death, but life. A beeping sound filled his ears. A consistent source of chatter and, what sounds to be, a heart monitor. Heavy eyelids lightened as each second passed. Soon, white light filled the rough, cold air. His lungs expanded, no where near to their normal capacity, breathing in the minimum amount of oxygen to pump his blood. This harsh reality was not want many expected in heaven. It's is much harsher contrary to belief. His eyes focus, taking in the light to the best of his capability. A roof. That is what he saw. An unfamiliar roof. He turned his head. A heart monitor and an IV were beside him. His eyes followed the wires and tubes attached, reaching an arm. His arm. He looks ahead more. The rustling of people to and fro was unexpected. Medical equipment covering the walls. A hospital. That is where he is. Not heaven. A hospital. A rush of disappointment filled him. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt too dry and coarse with every breath. He wouldn't be able to scream even if he tried. Leaning his head back into a uncomfortable pillow, trying to think of what he had done to deserve this. The fear of living a life damaged beyond repair was far more horrible than death.
'Why...' James thought, his eyes slowly closing.
The feeling of warmth stopped once it reached his hands and knees. The bitter cold still engulfing the feeling from his knees down. A small flinch of his fingers confirmed what he thought. He can't move his toes. A dreadful sentence to a man who gave so much.
Suddenly, as quick as the feeling left before, fire sparked from inside. Melting the icy-cold numbness from his torso to his hands and feet. This feeling, this heat, this warmth. Not a feeling that accompanied death, but life. A beeping sound filled his ears. A consistent source of chatter and, what sounds to be, a heart monitor. Heavy eyelids lightened as each second passed. Soon, white light filled the rough, cold air. His lungs expanded, no where near to their normal capacity, breathing in the minimum amount of oxygen to pump his blood. This harsh reality was not want many expected in heaven. It's is much harsher contrary to belief. His eyes focus, taking in the light to the best of his capability. A roof. That is what he saw. An unfamiliar roof. He turned his head. A heart monitor and an IV were beside him. His eyes followed the wires and tubes attached, reaching an arm. His arm. He looks ahead more. The rustling of people to and fro was unexpected. Medical equipment covering the walls. A hospital. That is where he is. Not heaven. A hospital. A rush of disappointment filled him. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt too dry and coarse with every breath. He wouldn't be able to scream even if he tried. Leaning his head back into a uncomfortable pillow, trying to think of what he had done to deserve this. The fear of living a life damaged beyond repair was far more horrible than death.
'Why...' James thought, his eyes slowly closing.
The feeling of warmth stopped once it reached his hands and knees. The bitter cold still engulfing the feeling from his knees down. A small flinch of his fingers confirmed what he thought. He can't move his toes. A dreadful sentence to a man who gave so much.
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