Post by Daniel N. Jones on May 8, 2012 12:43:11 GMT -5
Okay, this is really a developing little story. For this specific post, it is supposed to be a bit fast-paced. It's a little bit taken off of a big fanfic I've been writing and thought I should try it out here and get some opinions. This is also for my love of the character. Feel free to give plenty of feedback.
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April 30, 1975
South Vietnam looked mortified at the sight of this town, her town. How could she let it all get this out of control?
Her head was spinning and gave her a throbbing, pounding headache. She clung her hand to her head, as if it would get rid of the terrible sensation. The excruciating pain made tears form and she could barely stand. She leaned back on the wall behind her to hold her until she caught her balance.
Communism was spreading all throughout her and her sister, if that's what you want to call her. Soldiers were marching everywhere, while her own people suffered in the midst of an attack. She was wearing a military uniform much like theirs, but they were nothing like her. She was sweet, quiet, wise. Not a murderer.
Viet forced the thoughts into the back of her head along with horrifying memories of past wars. Everything she worked for, everything that was once thriving, it was all being destroyed right before her eyes. She remembered what Alfred had said when she started to panic like this.
"Deep breaths." she could hear his voice playing on as if he was actually there at the moment. She began to breath deeply until she could stop leaning against the wall and stand on her own, the headache gone and her breathing even-paced. She looked out ahead of her and knew she could not stand the sight any longer, and ran as fast as she possibly could.
Through the streets of the dying, the dead, the wounded, all bound to suffer. Viet tried not to look but they were everywhere, and an impounding sense of doom was threatening to take over her entire body and land.
When she finally reached her own home, Viet ran in and out, getting to her backyard where she could only find utter peace. Here was a place, the only place, that she had ever been able to live without worry.
But even her own sanctuary was beginning and was going to be tainted of foul war and destruction.
There were already signs of this, which frightened her more. In her yard was a lawn full of embers from war, then beyond there was a vast forest. Right where the trees started was a water garden where her flowers grew, then a river the extends past the forest. Vietnam ran faster to the forest, through the water, and deeper and deeper into the trees until she found herself unable to run anymore in the huge clearing at the heart of the forest.
It was completely clear of any trees, except for one, standing alone in the very middle of the field. She walked over to the tree and felt the rough bark, then collapsed of exhaustion on the spot. She felt herself getting weaker, feeling ill.
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April 30, 1975
South Vietnam looked mortified at the sight of this town, her town. How could she let it all get this out of control?
Her head was spinning and gave her a throbbing, pounding headache. She clung her hand to her head, as if it would get rid of the terrible sensation. The excruciating pain made tears form and she could barely stand. She leaned back on the wall behind her to hold her until she caught her balance.
Communism was spreading all throughout her and her sister, if that's what you want to call her. Soldiers were marching everywhere, while her own people suffered in the midst of an attack. She was wearing a military uniform much like theirs, but they were nothing like her. She was sweet, quiet, wise. Not a murderer.
Viet forced the thoughts into the back of her head along with horrifying memories of past wars. Everything she worked for, everything that was once thriving, it was all being destroyed right before her eyes. She remembered what Alfred had said when she started to panic like this.
"Deep breaths." she could hear his voice playing on as if he was actually there at the moment. She began to breath deeply until she could stop leaning against the wall and stand on her own, the headache gone and her breathing even-paced. She looked out ahead of her and knew she could not stand the sight any longer, and ran as fast as she possibly could.
Through the streets of the dying, the dead, the wounded, all bound to suffer. Viet tried not to look but they were everywhere, and an impounding sense of doom was threatening to take over her entire body and land.
When she finally reached her own home, Viet ran in and out, getting to her backyard where she could only find utter peace. Here was a place, the only place, that she had ever been able to live without worry.
But even her own sanctuary was beginning and was going to be tainted of foul war and destruction.
There were already signs of this, which frightened her more. In her yard was a lawn full of embers from war, then beyond there was a vast forest. Right where the trees started was a water garden where her flowers grew, then a river the extends past the forest. Vietnam ran faster to the forest, through the water, and deeper and deeper into the trees until she found herself unable to run anymore in the huge clearing at the heart of the forest.
It was completely clear of any trees, except for one, standing alone in the very middle of the field. She walked over to the tree and felt the rough bark, then collapsed of exhaustion on the spot. She felt herself getting weaker, feeling ill.