wrote this soon after I saw the Appleseed movie. It was soooo coool.
It made me laugh. Made me cry. And it was so inspiring that the
Fanfiction wrote itself! This one-shot retells Briareos' last
moments of life on the battlefield before he was found by the doctors
and remade. It's sweet and sad.
don't own Appleseed.
to my friends and my reviewers blahdy, blahdy, blah. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxo.Stay
thought it would come so fast.
what we think and what truly is are two very different things.
just the way the world works, I guess.
fair in love and war.
war to end all wars
tale of two cities.
thoughts to have when your dying.
then again, what else is there?
Not that I want to even attempt to move.
hurts to move my littlest finger.
don't have a littlest finger.
don't even have a hand.
That explains a lot…
why I can't scratch this itch on my nose…
they still going at it?
I never knew bomb explosions could be so noisy.
it down out there I'm trying to fucking rest in peace here!
enemy is moving again.
is the enemy?
who are we?
sure as hell don't know anymore
don't even CARE anymore.
was this stupid war even about?
don't even know…
why should I care?
won't be around much longer.
though I accept the fact that I'm bleeding my life away on this
nowhere battlefield in middle of nowhere Africa
don't want to die.
something I want to live for now.
I don't want to loose.
she even still alive?
will not accept any alternative.
will go home
will live out her dreams.
them PB and J sandwiches for lunch and kick them out the door to the
bright yellow school bus.
out the window that it's time for dinner and get the hell outta the
street for chrissakes do you wanna get run over?
were her dreams.
as she told them to me all those months ago.
wanted to share that dream with me.
was a beautiful dream.
more sleeping on the ground.
only battle would be the ones waged over bedtime rights and eat your
spinach it's good for you, no you can't have dessert until you
clean that plate.
she would have a pet…
lab-husky cross maybe.
high energy, long running dog to play with the kids.
a cute name.
I stop thinking then the pain will come back.
I keep thinking like this maybe I'll live and be able to give her
all those things.
those wonderful dreams.I'm
sorry I can't share those dreams with you…
don't want to die…
want to see her again…
want to look into those amazing eyes of hers again.
want to taste her lips again.
want to touch her again.
love to her.
to her laugh.
to her talk.
up at all the dirty jokes.
me dirty looks when I start punning.
into the back of the humvee to make-out.
her blush when she gets caught oggling me.
do have a nice ass now that I think about it.
as nice as hers though.
that I'll ever get the chance to frisk her and find out again.
see her reaction.
so cute when she's flustered.
me on the arm because she's too short to reach my face and yell at me to get serious.
in the form of retaliation was sweet.
and flirting while cleaning guns.
of what she was going to do to me when our watch was over.
was cute when she slept too.
a little kid all curled up in a ball.
smell of her hair.
feel of her.
feminine flesh and hard, strong muscles.
I'm going to miss her.
those promises I had to break.
I miss her…
hard to breathe all of a sudden.
so much crap in my lungs.
can hear it swishing around.
the pain will be so much worse to know that she'll never know I
when she does find out it will be too late.
so young yet.
make me crush those dreams.
make me leave..
take me away…
take me away from her.
needs me almost as much as I need her.
don't want to die…
don't want to die!