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Tuesday, 11 September 2012
05:14:45 PM (GMT)
There was a large crash, followed by several smaller ones in the distance, and the
blonde soldier ducked down closer to the stale mud.  His face was streaked with
blood, sweat and dirt, and the only part of him that still looked as alive as he felt
was his piercing metallic gaze that scanned the land in front of him.  He raised
himself into a crouch, edging cautiously forward with his weapon raised.  A faint
whistling cut through the deafening bangs and explosions, and the soldier froze,
looking to the sky just in time to be blown backwards in a blast of blazing heat and
burning white light-

Thomas O'Connell awoke with a scream, his right hand clutching at the decoration
around his neck for safety.  His fingers tangled in the golden chain as he struggled
to stop his panicked cries that were echoing around the other beds.  A nurse hurried
over, putting a hand on his shoulder and urging him back into a horizontal position.
"Wha-?  Where am I?!  Leggo!  Wha's goin' on?!"
Even his own voice sounded unfamiliar and foreign to him, his accent rolling
awkwardly from his tongue.
"Please, Thomas, calm down, it's alright...."
"Who t' ruddy 'ell's Thomas?!"  He was looking at the nurse desperately now, feeling
lost inside his own body, "Why do I hurt?"
"You're Thomas.  Thomas O'Connell.  You're twenty-three years old."
"About three weeks ago, you were found by a man called Phillips, barely breathing. 
He carried you back to your trench and kept you going until the medics arrived."
Thomas lay perfectly still.  This all sounded like a bizzare story.  This couldn't
have happened to him, surely?  And why was a word floating around his mind?  It
didn't make sense.  Sky.  Sky...  Why did that word bring back such familiarality? 
Of course he knew what the sky was.  He frowned to himself, testing the word out.
"Sky... Sky."
A flash of colour...  Blue. Cerulean blue.  It was so, so beautiful, and yet he
couldn't place it...  He frowned at the nurse, whose ordinary brown eyes were
watching him curiously.
"Yes, she's been in several times...  The first week you were unconscious, she
wouldn't leave your side.  Then she had to go..."
"What...  What're ye talkin' bout?"
The nurse's face flickered through several emotions, but Thomas only caught a few- 
most prominently sadness... pity.  "Agent Langkilde.  Skye Langkilde."
Ah.  The pity wasn't for him.
"Who?"  He frowned, looking around the wing for the woman he was apparantly supposed
to know.  Have feelings for, even.
"Shh, Thomas.  Sleep now.  Get some rest."
"But... The nightmares..."
"At least lie down?"
The soldier paused, looking around, hardly having noticed that he was still sitting
bolt upright with his hand clutched in a white-knuckled fist around the clockwork
angel around his neck.

‹mÿlö xÿlötö› says:   11 September 2012   793452  
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