Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances, own KHR.
My story...perhaps it is better left unsaid. After all, my story isn't the saddest or the best among the hundreds of millions in the world. However, Reborn did say that every story, no matter how horrible, deserves to be heard. This is my story. As usual it is about a girl and a boy.
There were new recruits today. Twenty were assigned to me. All of them were quite happy that they got the female trainer. I have no idea what they were thinking, but I have all the more reason to believe that they thought that they were going to get laid.
None of them caught my eye except for one tall male. He had a weird grin on his face and I could tell from the beginning that he was naive and wasn't going to last even a month in war. He had bright blond hair, a green camouflage headband, a number one pin, and he was wearing the customary male uniform, a green jacket, a pair of green pant, and a white shirt underneath the jacket. His eyes had a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was as if he was going to pull a prank on the trainers. I wasn't going to stand for that. No sir. I wasn't going to let him. I was going to make sure that he wasn't going to be here for long.
"So the new recruits of Comsubin, meet your trainer." the man, who I couldn't bother to remember his name, anoounced. I swear his name was Bob or Joe or something like that. I knew he was Britain and he was the person who carried messages back and forth.
"My name is Lal Mirch. And let me go straight to the point. If you can't handle hours of training and getting up at five a.m in the morning then this group is not for you. If you can't handle getting bruised until you can't feel any part of your body, then leave. If you can't handle what most would call torture, but I call training, then go home and cry to your mommies. I don't want weaklings that can't handle anything. If you drag behind then I'll gladly leave you," I said glaring at the recruits. "If you want to resign then go with that guy over there." I said pointing to the messenger guy. Almost half the group left. All that was left was the weird grinning man and ten other people.
"Well, Lal, what are we going to do now, kora?" the grinning man asked me.
"First off, newbie, you will under all circumstances, call me Lal Mirch, lieutenant, or ma'am. Sec-" I began to say, but I was cut of by a the same man.
"My name isn't newbie, it is Colonnello, kora," the newbie said.
"If you live for more than a month, I'll remember it. As I was saying, second of all, you have to rest of the day off. This is the only day of you'll have for a long time so cherish it. Tomorrow I expect you here at four thirty a.m." I said as I walked away. Dismissing him was an easy task. Most men who came here all looked at me the same way, but they were the kind who died early. I didn't look back once.
"Oh, Lieutenant Mirch! There is a meeting at five!"the messanger (was Bob his name?) yelled at me while we passed each other. I gave a nod to tell him I heard, but I didn't say anything or turn around. I had a feeling that the mysterious newbie would stick around for a while. Why? I don't know and I don't think that I really want to find out.
I walked over to the shooting range. I went to the storage room and brought out a .300 caliber rifle. It was same one I had been using for the past week. It's sleek black metal felt cold underneath my warm touch. The feel of it was familiar and I wouldn't help but feel confident with this gun in my hand. I pointed it to a target that was 600 feet away from me. The wind whipped around me and my hair flew in all directions. It didn't bother me in the slightest of matters. It all felt natural. I shot out and the bullet went zipping through the air, tearing through the silence of the afternoon. The bullet hit the target with a thump.
Behind me, I heard the rustle of the bushes and footsteps. I didn't even need to turn around to know that it was more than one person. Judging by the footsteps, there were still quite far away.
I grabbed a .5 caliber rifle and held it in between my legs. I first cocked the rifle in my right hand and then I switched guns so I could cock the second rifle. Now I held two rifles. One in my right hand and one in my left hand.
The footsteps got louder and I could hear it better. It was two people, most likely male, and they were most definitely heading for me.
The footsteps got closer and I could almost feel their breaths against my neck. I could feel them get closer and closer. I saw a flash of yellow to my right. I turned to look right, but all I saw was the rustling leaves. I couldn't tell if I imagined the yellow or if it was the newbie.
The footsteps were so close that I could clearly hear the uneven steps. I assumed that it was only two people.
I flipped my arms over my head so that the guns were pointing directly behind me and at the people.
"Take one for step and I'll blast you're brains to smithereens," I said without looking at them.
"You wouldn't dare," one threatened. It was so obvious that it was a guy.
"You wanna bet?" I asked. My voice was laced with venom. There was one thing that I couldn't stand: worthless people or otherwise known as hopeless people.
"There are more than two of us here," the other man said. His voice was quivering. He was scared and bluffing and I saw right through that.
"I know and you're point is?" I asked turning around to face them, but the guns were still pointing at them. My back was wide open and of course the expected happened, which confusingly made it unexpected. Someone from behind grabbed my neck.
"Damn." I cursed inwardly. How could I have made that mistake? I started kicking like it was my last hour to live. If I didn't get free then it would be.
"Calm down. I'll take them down for you so you don't get in trouble for murder, kora," a voice whispered in my ear. I knew that voice, but I couldn't place my finger on it.
"Good job, Colonello. Lets take her back to the rooms." the man who was the leader of the two said. The newbie. Dang it. How could I been caught by him of all people?
"Hell no, kora." he said letting go of me and charging in. He took a couple of hits, but knocked the two out without taking too much damage. "Need a hand, kora?" he asked with his hand out to me.
"I'm fine," I said slapping his hand away. I got up and started to put the rifles away.
"Teach me how to do that, kora," the newbie stated.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Sharpshooting." he replied looking evenly at me like he wasn't scared. Judging by the look in his eyes...he wasn't.
Author's Note: First chapter of the rewrite of Nightmares Are A Part Of Life
Publish Date: December 20, 2010.
Updated date: 11/24/11