User:Hollywood101x/Eyes Shut

EYES SHUT
FUCK FUCK FUCK! He couldn’t handle the situation, it was simply too loud. How on earth could anyone still be able to function correctly in such an environment. His ears seem to explode and his eyes pounded with every echoing blast of a gunshot. Even with the earmuffs on the noise was overwhelming, he blinked with every shot that had been fired, he could feel the small blast waves pound against his body. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Not even real combat, simply pistol practice on the shooting range, his ears couldn’t handle the noise, it was so loud. He strained himself to keep his eyes open and watch the others firing. The small fiery blast that exited the barrel amazed him for a moment than filled him with fear as he again felt the blast wave and forced his eyes shut. He went up to fire, both hands on the pistol, his arms leveled and parallel to the ground, he fired and felt his wrist snap back from the recoil. He blinked and missed his target, he fired again, still a miss. FUCK! He tried firing again only to miss once more, this time the shell casing leapt from the weapon, bounced off the nearby lane wall and bounced back towards him falling into his shirt collar. He cursed as he tried to finger for the hot casing than cursed again as he threw it away with burning fingers. FUCK!

“CEASE FIRE!” yelled the drill instructor. “Rifles up!”

The shooting range soon was alive once more with the even louder blasts of the rifle fire, the blast waves even stronger. He hated this with every fiber of his body, it wasn’t possible for the guys in the movies to act the way they did with such a sound going off around them. Simply impossible. The echoes of multiple rifles firing on single shot or automatic was slowly killing him. If he couldn’t handle this how would he handle real combat.

“Riach fire your weapon!”

“Yes Drill Instructor!” He replied than fearfully picked up the weapon and fired with eyes closed.

Stanly Riach had enlisted into the UNSC Marine Corp to fight and become a hero. He had been given a hero’s goodbye party by friends the day before shipping out to boot camp. At first he didn’t mind it at all, he was physically fit and had little trouble with the training. His decision had seemed like the right one to make, he had left a father he hated and a mother he no longer loved, an ex girlfriend that had cheated on him after learning that he was enlisting. In training he felt like he had been given a second chance, he had made close bonds with every other trainee, they all had something in common.

It was now that he regretted it all, he should have simply worked harder in school and gone to college to work in something that would let him stay away from enlisting. He hated it all, especially the satanic noise of gunfire, how anyone could stand it he could only guess, maybe a signing with the devil himself. But he couldn’t go back, there was nothing left for him back home. Even if he did go back he’d be picked up again by the draft. Only a few more weeks and boot would be done and just maybe he could find himself a desk job.

“Remember the ROE! This is a heavily populated area so do not fire unless fired upon!”

Private Stanly Riach hated himself more than anything now. He sat in the back of a Warthog Transport with the rest of his squad, two other transports and a two Warthogs armed with M41s carried the rest of the platoon he belonged to. They snaked through a dirt road on the outskirts of some colony city he no longer cared to learn the name of. An informant had given them information about a meeting between three major heads in a rebel resistance in the area.

Stanly bounced up and down and clung to his rifle, he hated this all. FUCK why did he ever decide to enlist. Why hadn’t he fucked up that test that left him stuck in an infantry unit. Why the hell did he ever do this. He thought of his family back home and of his ex. He thought to himself, I bet she’s doing that fucker right now while I’m stuck in this shithole of a colony planet. He made a fist with his hand than put a firm grip on the weapon.

“INCOMING!”

An RPG sailed past and blew a large portion of a wall away as a Warthog drove by unharmed except for a few shaken up members. Another RPG hit the road in front of Stanly’s Warthog, gunfire came from the rooftops and rained downwards as the Marines returned fire. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Stanly shut his eyes closed as the noise of gunfire pounded away in his ears deafening him. Hot shell casings bounced off his armor as his squadmates opened fire. It had to be a bad dream, there was no possible way this was reality. He held onto his weapon and tried to open his eyes only to involuntarily shut them again. FUCK FUCK FUCK! He tried once more but again failed.

Gunfire rained around them, soon a Marine was hit an armor piercing round had gone dead center through his chest, another round blew a hole into his right shoulder, another into his the left side of his hip. Mists of red blew away from the body as it slumped back against the seat than to the side. Eyes forced shut and shell casings bouncing off his lifeless body, occasionally his body would receive another hit in the legs and arms.

Private Stanly Riach – K.I.A. 2nd Platoon, Alpha Company, 13th Regiment, 80th Mobile Infantry Division. 2514/11/21 - 2534/10/15 Age : 19 Religion : Christian


 * This story is simply about the characters people create in their fiction whose sole purpose is to die and increase the dramatization.