Double Life

I know, it sucks being the remains of an older generation, it gets lonely at some times.

Busy lately. Next chapter sometime this week ;)

Awesome sauce I actually have home coming this weekend.

Cool, mine was boring. I had too write a creative writing for English tonight so I didn't want to write. It'll come though :shadewink:

;-)

Ok, b-day then sleeping over somebody's house tonight so not tonight, but tomorrow the next chapter will be posted. Count on it. Have a good time at homecoming man :shadewink:

yeah happy birthday, how old are you?

It wasn't my birthday, a friend of mine. Here it is though, Chapter 11!!

Spoiler for Chapter 11:

The sunlight held high in the sky over the city when I entered the building. It was dark inside, but the windows offered some assistance.

I sprinted up the first staircase and continued toward the next one. As I was crossing an intersecting hallway, gunshots were fired in my direction.
I slid across it and propped myself up against a wall.
“Did we get him?” I heard somebody with a familiar voice ask.
I cupped my hands over my mouth and yelled, “Ranger!”
After a few moments of silence they replied, “We’re coming to you!”

Footsteps rushed down the hall towards my position, and Corporal Hank emerged from the corner; His shoulder was still bloody.
“Shit! It’s Jason!” he called over his shoulder. Dawson and Mcroy came out and stood beside him.
Mcroy grabbed my arm and looked around me. “Are you hit?”
I shook my head, got up and started sprinting towards the next staircase. The others took a moment, but soon chased behind me.
“Hold on! This building isn’t clear yet!” Hank yelled after me. I ignored his warnings as I rounded a corner and slammed into a terrorist. We hit the ground hard, and I remained on top of him as he struggled beneath me. In a flash, my service pistol was pumping rounds into his chest.

Then, as soon as we had hit the ground, I was up and running again.
“Would you wait a second!” Dawson’s voice echoed in the hallways.
I turned around, back-peddled, and shouted between breaths, “I’ve got 5 minutes to locate a sniper!”
They others continued in the pursuit while I took the next staircase 3 stairs at a time. Once I reached the top, I heard a gunshot in a room to my right. Without hesitation, I slammed my shoulder into the door and rushed in. A big window on the opposite wall was open with curtains flailing in the wind. In front of it was a man holding the weapon undoubtedly responsible for Jeff’s demise. The man began turning, but it was too late. In a cat-like leap, I launched myself across the room and landed on him.

“What the f*ck is wrong with you!” I asked pulling him up by his shirt collar. I rammed a fist into his nose, breaking the cartilage and twisting it sideways. He just screamed in pain…
“Think its fun to f*ck with people like that?” I questioned before kneeing him in the chin. He begged in a language that I didn’t care to understand.
I squeezed his neck in my right hand, seizing the words in his throat. “Have a nice fall, b*tch!”
I picked him up and pushed him out the open window. His scream trailed his body until impact.
I turned back away from the window to see the other three huffing and puffing rangers.
Dawson put a hand up as he sucked in air. “Now-give…give me….a second!”
I clenched and unclenched my fists to relieve my anger.
Mcroy walked over to the window and peered out over the ledge. “Ouch.” Then, as he was pulling his head back in, he stopped and stared at the outside wall.
“What?” I asked.
Mcroy pulled his head back in quickly, with wide eyes. “This is building is marked as three…”
“Three?” Hank shouted. He turned his attention to Dawson, who had stopped breathing heavily. “You said this was two!”
I put my hands up, “What does it matter?”
They all turned and looked at me confused.
“Don’t you ever listen to your radio?” Mcroy asked.
I shook my head and pointed to the empty ear. “I lost mine.”

Dawson stood straight up. “This is the front row to the air show buddy…”

oh tell him a very special friend from the internet said happy birthday, exactly like that.

I did today, and he had no idea what I was talking about lol. I explained and he still had no clue :roll:

lol nice

Sorry, no chapter this weekend. Leaf project (collect 50 leaves, make a book on them) and english project (make a newspaper for To Kill a Mockingbird). I'm all out of writing energy lol.

Don't worry it's cool I have all honors classes so I know how it gets.

Writing chapters tonight, posting tomorrow :banana:

:zocks:

Thanks for the flower lol, and as promised, here is Chapter 12!

Spoiler for Chapter 12:

I turned and began to run out of the room but Mcroy stopped me and shook his head.
“No reason buddy, but good luck I guess,” he said.
Dawson coughed a little, “Yeah, it’s just like riding the pitfall rides…”
Hank walked over and placed his good hand on my shoulder. “It was honor, I know I won’t get this chance again, but it was worth the run. Keep fighting.”
I stared into his eyes, they showed his strength. “You either, you’re not dead yet.”
Mcroy’s radio clicked on, “Miles bearing 3-niner, hellfire missiles are hot and ready to go.”

“Mcroy! Your radio is working! Call them off!” Hank shouted.
Mcroy scrambled for the radio and clicked it on,”CQ1! CQ1! Call off the airstrike! Friendlys! Friendlys are in the building!”

The radio shocked back, “Pull out Raven squad!”
We waited for the response, and a terrified voice replied, “Shit! I’ve already dropped one!”
Suddenly, the sound barrier was broken, and the jets flew over. Not a second later came the impact of the missiles.
“We’re dead, we’re dead!” Mcroy cried as the building walls exploded and the building began sinking.

Chunks of wall exploded into the room and the light was gone. I could feel myself falling with a grimace on my face and the walls crumbled around me. I smacked onto a wall below me and slid through the dark into a hard fiery wall….

I was in a blackened room, and my eyes were open; I could feel it.
A voice spoke through the dark, “Jason, its Ashley. Don’t worry you didn’t die, but you’re unconscious.”
I tried to see my hands, but they weren’t there. “What’s going on? Where is everybody?”
“Hank is bleeding out, Dawson is trying to get a wall off of him, and Mcroy is alive and in trouble,” Ciro’s voice entered.
I turned in circles looking for them. “What do I do?”
“Hold on, running a diagnostic check on your body,” Gavino explained. “You seem fine, but you’re bruised; better off than the others. I’m patching you back in now.”

The black room was slowly zoomed past me, and a small orange flame flapped before my eyes. The room was again dark, and the walls were cracked and demolished.
“Get me out!” a muffled voice called from below me. I slowly groaned and turned onto my side.
“Dawson?” I called back.
I heard a pounding and a laugh. “You’re alive? That airstrike sucked!”
I was about laugh with him, but I noticed Hank in the corner of the small makeshift room, and holding his stomach. Blood was pouring from his mouth.
“Hank?” I asked in a shaky voice. He only coughed in response. Quickly, I scrambled over to him.
“I—i-it hurts. It hurts real bad…” he whimpered while I moved his hand and revealeda a piece of metal about a foot long that was jammed up under his ribs.
I applied pressure, but he stopped me. “N-no, it hurts to bad.”
“Hank…” I said.
He let out a weak cry. “Its…it’s alright. I did my part.”
I stared at his wound and nodded. “You’re not dying…”
Hank tried to laugh, but it just turned into a bloody cough. “Al? Alex alive still?”
We waited for Alex’s response. “Yeah….I’m here buddy…what’s wrong.”
Hank spit out his blood and let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry…” he started. It turned into a startling cry. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t-“ he coughed, “that time in Marienville…”
“Don’t you start this now man, you’re gonna’ make it out of here!” Alex shouted.
I grabbed Hank’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes, “I can get you out of here.”
Hank shrugged my hand off, “Now…don’t go play hero. This is where I go….where I belong.”
I covered my eyes at his protest.
The quietness was overbearing. “Did I do good Alex?” Hank asked.
I could swear I heard a cry from Alex. “Yeah, yeah you did.”
Hank started crying as he slowly removed his dog tags and let them hang limply in his hands. Then he gestured them towards me.
“Hank…I don’t deserve these…”
He shook his head. Between sobs he said, “The hell you don’t! I’ve never wanted anything more.”
It was then that I realized the effect I had on these soldiers. I was their hero; their idol. I grabbed the tags and said, “You’re more of a soldier than I’ll ever be.”
Hank coughed and pulled out a bloody note. “Give…this, to my girl back home. Will you?”
I took the note and placed it in my back pocket, and then I took Hank’s hand and squeezed it tight. I could feel a tear drift from my eye, and I quickly hid it.
“Now…don’t you go doing that,” Hank whimpered and covered his eyes. “Don’t you go crying over this old fool…”
I shook my head and tried to remove my tears, “Ain’t no hero a fool now, you ain’t no fool.”

For a few moments the three of us quietly released our sorrow. And suddenly Alex began coughing up more and more blood.
I squeezed his hand tighter, and he grabbed my vest and began mumbling and gasping.
“Mom, momma! Please!” he cried. “No! I don’t wanna’! I don’t wanna die!”

And he slowly fell back until his head touched the wall again, his grip loosened, and so did mine.

Through the quiet came Dawson’s whimper, “Not my brother!”

Plot Twist!

Should I keep the chapters this short or would you like them longer? I think I could get more detail in if it was longer chapters.

This chapter is only a little longer, but not really. I like to write them longer so...Chapter 13!

Spoiler for Chapter 13:

Suddenly I was whisked away from the room, and all the color and senses were taken away. Everything was black for a moment, but soon the color returned and zoomed into focus. I was left standing in a grey room with no windows.
“Not his fault! Hank had mentioned that this Key was somewhere in Vietnam. That’s all we need to know from him,” Ashley shouted across a metal table behind me at Ciro.
Ciro threw his hands up, “Then why don’t we look there! Wasting our time is all were doing when we’re here!”
Gavino tossed a paper off the table and put a hand down, “This is ridiculous. Alexis won’t help now, and all we have is this guy who has no idea who he is,” he gestured my way and I shifted uncomfortably.
“I think he can handle Vietnam,” Ciro protested.
Ashley maneuvered around the table and wrapped her arms under my shoulders and around my back. “Thank God you didn’t die again already.”
I hugged her back with one arm, “Yeah, I try.”
I rested my chin on her curly brown hair and she let out a long shaky sigh.
“Well trying won’t get us anything. Accomplishing your mission will,” Gavino interrupted.
Ashley wheeled around to face him, “Shut your damn mouth! We’ll get your damn Key back soon, but in the meantime we’re all screwed as it is!”
Ciro buried his face in his hands and mumbled, “Frank won’t like this.”

Suddenly, a man burst through a door to the right of the room. “Did our informant just die?”
Ciro looked from Gavino to Ashley. “Which one, sir?”
“Which one? Want to explain how the F*CK you let that both go?” the man asked.
Nobody replied, so the man walked over to Ciro and squeezed his shoulder, “Guess what you all just won? A free ticket to Vietnam to look for this god-forsaken artifact yourselves!”
Suddenly, something weird began to happen. My vision was losing focus, and my body was dissolving.
“Damn, Jason is waking up,” Ashley explained. I look into her eyes as everything went black.

I awoke the next day and went about my usual routine. Thankfully it was summer, so school was not something I had to do. Instead I decided to hang with Josh. We chilled at his house all day until I felt I was ready to head home. I wasted no time in returning to my second life.


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This time, as I fell asleep, I awoke already inside a helicopter. It was dark, but the moonlight offered some assistance in the lighting. A storm rumbled with thunder as lightening flashed in the distance. I felt something heavy rest on my shoulder, so I turned my head. My helmet knocked into another, and Ashley’s face appeared before me.
“Welcome to Vietnam, 1966 Jason,” she greeted me with a kiss.
I looked around at the others in amazement of my surrounding. Gavino was there, along with Alex.
“Alex?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, these people explained it all to me. This is amazing.”
I turned to Ashley again, “Is he like me then?”
She shook her head, “No, but sometimes in this world, we pick elite members to come with us.”
I looked from Alex to her and whispered, “Elite?”
She leaned over and whispered over the propeller, “He excels in a few fields. Navigation mostly, hand to hand, and he never breaks down in a firefight.”
I suddenly remembered Hank’s dog-tags. I scrambled to get them, but realized I was outfitted differently. This time my camo was green, and I wore a cut off vest that showed up to my shoulders. I had green pants and a long machete down the side of my leg. Then, I realized I was wearing two sets of dog-tags. One of which was Corporal Hank Dawson.
I removed the tags and handed them over to Alex. His mouth opened wide as he read the name. “My brother….it’s been years…”
“Years?” I questioned.
Ashley nodded, “For him.”


The helicopter began descending and cool air whistled up into the open cockpit as we touched down in a grassy open field. I swung my legs out of the chopper door and stepped out into the high, wet grass. I crouched low and raised my weapon as the others exited the chopper.
“Corporal, you say you know how to reach the artifact?” Gavino asked.
Alex pushed his helmet up and slowly scanned the tree-line ahead of us. A bird flew softly across the night skyline and receded into the jungle.
“On me,” Alex said. As he crept forward across the field we all followed. Quietly, we stalked into the dense jungle. Our guns were ready at our shoulders, and our eyes scanned every little bit of movement in sight.
Suddenly, Alex froze and lifted a hand up.
We all stopped in our tracks and crouched lower. Ashley turned to me, breathing through her mouth. For a moment, we locked eyes, and then returned our gazes back to Alex.
Then we heard it; barking.
“Dogs! Dogs incoming!” Gavino shouted. The barking grew louder, and the bushes ahead of us began rustling.
I raised my gun ready to fire, and out of nowhere something slammed into my side and sent me flying into the bushes. Branches and debris hit my face as I fell. Gunshots began firing as I slid on my back down a rocky hill. My gun was snagged on a branch and torn out of my grasp.
I opened my eyes to see trees flying past my left and right, and a dog charging after me. I hit something hard at the bottom and flipped over onto my stomach. I came to a rolling stop at the bottom and before I could react, the dog was on me.
I rolled over, and gasped as I saw a huge cliff and waterfall to my right. I didn’t have time to stare though, for the dog was lunging at my neck. Its fangs glistened white in the moonlight and saliva dripped from its open jaws. I held onto its neck as it clawed my chest to shreds. Shakily, I worked around its arms to my pistol. I clutched the handle and pulled it out of the holster as the dog lunged and bit my nose. I could feel the warm blood on my face as I pushed the pistol into the dogs open mouth. I wasted no time pulling the trigger, and instantly killing the dog. The gunshot exploded out of the dog’s skull and blood rained down on me. The dog’s limp body collapsed over and its jaws pulled the gun from my hand. I stared at the dog’s lifeless body and felt a pang of regret.

Then, it happened again. That same whisking away feeling, when the world around me zoomed out of focus. And, the same as always, I was brought to a new world.

Do whatever you want to I kind of like the length of the chapters currently (haven't read thirteen yet)

EDIT: Just read thirteen, nice one, the length of that is fine.

I had time to get another chapter in. I was listening to this while writing it, I suggest listening to it while reading: Atticus Ross - Panoramic (ost The Book of Eli) - YouTube

Here is Chapter 14!

Spoiler for Chapter 14:

I was lying alone in a white room, with the dog I had killed still lying beside me. Red blood coated the ground around us. Softly, a deep violin played slowly in the air. I searched for the source of the music, but found only white, nothingness.


My attention quickly snapped back to the dead dog, as it softly whimpered with its eyes closed. Wind bristled his fur as the blood from the floor seemed to drift back up into the bullet wound. The dog kicked and twitched as the hole was healed, and he seemed to be coming back. Once the healing was over, his eyes opened and turned to me. They were no longer filled with anger or hate, but happiness.


“You saved him from a life of pain and torment,” a young girl whispered. She walked out of nowhere and knelt beside him. She wore sandals and a yellow dress with big white flowers.
The dog looked up at her and licked her hand joyfully.
“Is….is he your dog?” I asked quietly looking back to her.
She smiled and looked at me, “Yes, thank you sir. He was being abused. He used to live at home with me until the militia took him and made him hateful.”
I could feel my hands start shaking. “He’s dead.”
The girl stood up along with the dog. “So am I.”
She waved goodbye and walked away with the dog into a white wall. Slowly, they faded away.

Suddenly Alexis appeared, and she was on her knees crying over a body. She cried hysterically and put her face into his chest, but as quickly as she had come, she disappeared again.

The next figure to appear had his back to me. He was resting his arm on the shoulder of another man. It was Alex and Hank.
“We’ll make it home,” Alex said quietly. After Alex’s words had finished echoing, Hank began dissolving like dust in the wind and Alex let his hand drop to his side.

After Alex faded away, the violin played louder, and the white world slowly morphed back into the old one…

I opened my eyes to see that I was still on the ground beside the dead dog. Ashley and the others were crowded around me, looking for an explanation.

“Revelation?” Ashley asked.
I shook my head and sat up, “Something like that.”

Gavino grabbed my vest and started pulling me up, but gunshots and yelling caused him to drop me back down. Then, a loud boom sounded in the distance, quickly followed by a screeching sound in the air.
“Mortars! Mortars!” Alex shouted.
A mortar slammed into the hillside at the bottom of a tree, breaking it in two. The tree began capsizing, and everybody dispersed…except me.
“Jason! Come on Jason!” Ashley cried from behind a rock. I flipped over and began scrambling on my hands and knees, but it was no use. The tree was bound to hit me, until another mortar hit the ground behind me and flung me out of the path.

I grimaced at the pain in my legs and felt the dirt shower over my back and head. The tree hit the ground with a loud thud accompanied with more mortar fire. I heard muffled screaming and yelling from the others. Then I opened my eyes and realized the cliff was breaking and I was about to fall down into the river below. Alex ran over and dove on his stomach to grab my extended hand, but I watched as his hand barely missed mine. We both grasped air and away I fell down into the valley.

It wasn’t as graceful as in the movies when the guy just falls into the river and pops up unharmed. No, I smacked into a root first that caused me to spin violently. As I was spinning, I hit my head off a rock ledge and shattered my helmet. By then, I had no idea what hit me, but my legs felt like they had been either ripped off or broken. Then, I hit the dark water below.

I would’ve rather been falling still, for once I realized my legs weren’t working properly, the panic of drowning overwhelmed me. I began swinging my hands violently for the surface, but was getting nowhere. I gave up and opened my eyes as my body drifted slowly in the calm, dark water. Bubbles danced to the shining white moonlight glare across the surface. My body felt chilled, but not cold. The feeling reminded me of when my friends and I would break into the community pool at night.
I felt my back rub against something soft and mushy.

I spun over in the water and crawled towards the shoreline in a hurry. As I emerged gasping for air, I realized it was quiet. There were no more mortars or yelling. No dogs barking or guns firing. This also made me realize I was alone in the Vietnam Jungle.


Oh, and my legs were broken…

That's so awesome, I read it and started the music at the same time and the violin was there it was so cool. It gave the chapter a very (for lack of a better word) supernatural feeling.

Haha, awesome. I always write while listening to music so I thought I would share the music for once.

Yeah it really adds a whole new element

Cool, if I write another with music similar to that, I'll put it on here with the link. I'll have another chapter out sometime this weekend. I had my first WILD today and it was so cool. I was tired because I went to school, worked out, and decided to nap which turned into that amazing event :shock:.