Sound seemed to stop and time seemed to slow as he felt the cold metal of the bullets rip through his battered flesh.  The looks of horror on his teammate’s faces were a dull surprise, no doubt made more pronounced by the blankness he could feel on his own face.  The warm feel of his own blood trickling down his chest and legs contrasted nicely ( Read more... )

For the first night it was still,

The air filled with Winter’s chill,

Then the second night was cold,

No person there for me to hold,

The thirteenth night was frozen,

What odd night,

To be the season’s chosen,

With no moon to give it light,

So the frozen nights continue,

Bringing in the frosts anew,

And every clear night sky,

Imprints your memory in my eye,

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