Drabble Series: Hell on Earth, (#145 Storm, #163 Strike, #85 Candles, #161 Damages)
Title: Hell on Earth
Prompts: February 2009 Rewind (#145 Storm, #163 Strike, #85 Candles, #161 Damages)
Author: starlettmalfoy
Characters: Colby, Dwayne Carter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4x100
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Numb3rs or the characters and am not profiting off of this.
Summary: Experiences and consequences of war
Author's Note: Written for numb3rs100. Right then. So I'm not as awesome as ladygray99, hehe, but I did write one! Her spitting out FOUR of these prompted me to get my lazy ass to the computer and shake my muse up a bit. I hope you enjoy it! While the word count didn't really fight me much, it took a while to construct. Feedback is always welcomed, for it keeps my spirits high.
Sand (#145 Storm)
The barely-adequate cloth covering the lower half of Colby's face slipped an inch. He coughed and spluttered as his mouth was instantly filled with the gritty taste of sand. He turned his back to the vicious wind and attempted to spit out what he could onto the desert floor below.
"You alright man?" came the muffled shout beside him. Dwayne had managed to secure his own face covering, which irked Colby slightly.
"I'm fine. Just a little sand." Colby's throat felt raw, both from the sand and the shouting.
Even after the storms died down, the taste of sand remained.
War (#163 Strike)
The most terrifying sound in the world was the sound of a bullet whizzing by his head. Colby ducked around a makeshift shelter, eyes searching frantically the rest of his team.
He spotted Carter off to his left, handset to his ear, crouching behind a barricade. Colby slung his rifle onto his back, threw himself to the ground onto his stomach, and began to crawl toward Dwayne. Carter nodded as he spoke an affirmative into the device before hanging up.
"We gotta get out of here. They're sending an air strike."
Colby cursed under his breath and prepared to run.
Letter (#85 Candles)
Thanks for the package, ma. Especially the extra socks - mine were getting a bit worn out.
It's not so bad here, mama. Most of the time it's pretty warm, and there's never any snow. Can you imagine?
Tell the girls I love 'em. I'll write again as soon as I can.
All my love, your son,
Colby
On his stomach in the tent, he folded the letter carefully, slipping into the envelope. Colby's eyes strained to see as he carefully penned the address onto the front. He was on the zip code when the candle's flame flickered and died.
Soul (#161 Damages)
His sisters were afraid of him.
He had stepped off the plane to a true hero's welcome; his family practically tackled him, happy that he was home.
Once the excitement had worn off, however, they saw the look in his eyes. He knew it was there, lurking. All he had done, all he had seen, the dead bodies of friends and enemies alike swimming beneath the surface.
It started with a flinch here, a reflex action there, but soon they stopped trying.
Colby signed up for Quantico shortly after he realized the damages to his soul were there to stay.
Prompts: February 2009 Rewind (#145 Storm, #163 Strike, #85 Candles, #161 Damages)
Author: starlettmalfoy
Characters: Colby, Dwayne Carter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4x100
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Numb3rs or the characters and am not profiting off of this.
Summary: Experiences and consequences of war
Author's Note: Written for numb3rs100. Right then. So I'm not as awesome as ladygray99, hehe, but I did write one! Her spitting out FOUR of these prompted me to get my lazy ass to the computer and shake my muse up a bit. I hope you enjoy it! While the word count didn't really fight me much, it took a while to construct. Feedback is always welcomed, for it keeps my spirits high.
Sand (#145 Storm)
The barely-adequate cloth covering the lower half of Colby's face slipped an inch. He coughed and spluttered as his mouth was instantly filled with the gritty taste of sand. He turned his back to the vicious wind and attempted to spit out what he could onto the desert floor below.
"You alright man?" came the muffled shout beside him. Dwayne had managed to secure his own face covering, which irked Colby slightly.
"I'm fine. Just a little sand." Colby's throat felt raw, both from the sand and the shouting.
Even after the storms died down, the taste of sand remained.
War (#163 Strike)
The most terrifying sound in the world was the sound of a bullet whizzing by his head. Colby ducked around a makeshift shelter, eyes searching frantically the rest of his team.
He spotted Carter off to his left, handset to his ear, crouching behind a barricade. Colby slung his rifle onto his back, threw himself to the ground onto his stomach, and began to crawl toward Dwayne. Carter nodded as he spoke an affirmative into the device before hanging up.
"We gotta get out of here. They're sending an air strike."
Colby cursed under his breath and prepared to run.
Letter (#85 Candles)
Thanks for the package, ma. Especially the extra socks - mine were getting a bit worn out.
It's not so bad here, mama. Most of the time it's pretty warm, and there's never any snow. Can you imagine?
Tell the girls I love 'em. I'll write again as soon as I can.
All my love, your son,
Colby
On his stomach in the tent, he folded the letter carefully, slipping into the envelope. Colby's eyes strained to see as he carefully penned the address onto the front. He was on the zip code when the candle's flame flickered and died.
Soul (#161 Damages)
His sisters were afraid of him.
He had stepped off the plane to a true hero's welcome; his family practically tackled him, happy that he was home.
Once the excitement had worn off, however, they saw the look in his eyes. He knew it was there, lurking. All he had done, all he had seen, the dead bodies of friends and enemies alike swimming beneath the surface.
It started with a flinch here, a reflex action there, but soon they stopped trying.
Colby signed up for Quantico shortly after he realized the damages to his soul were there to stay.