[Akayume]: 202.War Diary Entery

(for a contest! War Diary)

I sighed as my hand cramped up from writing. It wasn't often that I wrote, and I really didn't feel like writing today. But I had to. I had to write down what had happened, what went on. I brushed a single tear from my cheek, and blinked. I had to be strong, I had to be brave. If I wasn't, then who would stand for all who died? Yes, I had to be brave, for them. Perhaps now you want to know my story, the story of a war-raged mercenary, of a lonely, exiled girl of eighteen. Yes, now you are interested. Well, I guess I should start my story from the very beginning. It was the year 2121, and all of humanity was a nervous wreck, experiencing the calm before the storm.................

I, of course, was on my way to a job when it happened. Some hired me for my killing skills, it was all I was really good at. I believed in 'survival of the fittest' and all that jazz. I was cruel, uncaring, and awful, all the things that I ever wanted to be. People glanced at me in fear, hoping not to cross my path. I was, indeed, in a real crappy mood. I had gotten blood all over my new clothes, and that had made me angry. But ah well. I would get money to buy more soon. I let out a snarl-like noise as someone bumped into me. "I'm warning you..." I started, then stopped.

It was a young man, maybe seventeen or so. He had pale ash blonde hair that curled around his thin face, and deep blue eyes. His skin was of a pale color, but not too pale. He was only about an inch shorter than me. He looked up, and gasped. A look of awe and fear crossed his face.

I sighed. I had no time for people like him. Not today. "Now listen here..." I started again.

"P-please miss, w-we need your help." He said, his voice dripping with fear. He tugged at the bottom of his dark brown shirt nervously, and he chewed his lower lip.

"Alright then, who needs my help?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip. I tapped my foot impatiently.

The boy nodded his head. "I-" He pointed behind him. "And my batallion do."

I scoffed. "I don't do military." I said as I started to walk off.

"No!" He shouted as he reached out a hand towards me. He grabbed my arm.

I glared at him, daring him to continue holding my arm.

"No...Please.....just...please.." He pleaded, a look of pure hopelessness on his face.

"Fine." I muttered. I couldn't believe myself. I never, ever, ever helped anyone if there wasn't something in it for me.....and, I had...issues with the military. I knew what they were doing behind the scenes, and it, quite frankly made me sick to my stomach.