Realistic or Modern Closed

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Civil war in Afghanistan.


American soldiers have come to help the rebels, who are fighting for their freedom and rights.


Many people have already lost their homes, loved ones and friends.


Al Ashad, Leader of the rebels, has found an unknown girl in the rubble of the destroyed slums. But there seems to be something off with her, and Ashad won't be the only one who notices. What will the soldiers say, and what will the future holds for them all? 

 

[Wyosch]

((I'm just gonna start XDD My OC's will be put into my storage later when I have more time lol))


Jim Davis raised his fist to inform his unit to stop. He'd heard some footsteps. Even with the sound of bombs exploding, planes crashing and shots being fired, he was still able to hear any silent sound made. Pointing at his right, six of his soldiers moved into that direction, whereas the other half needed to follow him.


Heading forwards, he quickly eliminated two enemies which had been hiding on top of the roof of a building.


"Ali, information."


A skinny Afghani man made his way to the commander, hesitating.


"Move."


"Yes, Sir.", he replied, his voice slightly shaking. Ali was actually a rebel, who had never been outside at the front. He'd mostly stayed at the headquarters, trying to gather more information.


"We are only a few feet away from the scene, Sir."


"I'm not stupid, Ali. We're exactly 56 feet away from the place we were supposed to head to. I'm asking you if there has ever been any information about hidden quarters here.", the commander hissed.


Ali flinched.


"Eh yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir. No information."


Jim nodded.


"Keep up.", he ordered his soldiers while making his way through the tiny streets, Ali just shaking following them again.

 

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Mina rolled her eyes in an annoyed way at the commander's behavior. It had only been a few weeks since Ashad had found her in the ruins of the slums, without memory, without anything. 


The rifle on her back was weighing heavily, but for some odd reason it felt like just belonged there.


Trying to calm the poor Ali down, she put one hand on his shoulder and smiled at him apologetically. She didn't understand why Davis had taken him with them. That little man didn't belong here at all. He didn't even know how to fire a goddamn rifle.


"Stay close to me, I'll keep danger away from you", she said silently, but he flinched.


It hurt, but she knew why. He wasn't only afraid of the enemies. He was also afraid of her, or at least her mysterious battle skills. 


Apart from that, Davis' behavior made her angry. That guy might be a big thing at the military, but he was not her boss. Time he'd understand that.


"Davis!", she said, catching up to him. He was known to be short- and hot-tempered, but she was known for eliminating everything that was trying to hurt her, so he should be clever enough to not lash out.


"Stop it, damn!" He afghan accent was maybe making it a little bit hard to understand her, but at least her English was better than of most.


"Ali doesn't belong here! He's food for the crown before you even fire your first bullet!"


staring right into the commander's eyes- something she had never seen someone else daring- she almost spelled her last words. "Send. Him. Home. Now."

 

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Jim glanced down at Mina with an angry look in his eyes.


"Do not tell me what to do, David. Remember who you're talkin' to?", he growled, putting his rifle on his back. "First of all: I'm your commander so show a little respect. Second: Don't think you can tell me how to lead my unit and who not to take and who to take with us on the mission. You should be glad I'm takin' you. That's all my decision, not yours, not his - mine. Third of all: He won't make it  to the Homebase without an escort. And I'm not allowing anyone of you to accompany him on his way home. He'll be more safe here with us than on his way back alone. Got that?" His eyes quickly shifted to Ali, an expression of slight disgust in his eyes before he turned to Mina again. "We need him.", was all he added before pushing Mina out of his way and walking on.


The conversation he had with his father, the Major, just before they left was still ringing in his mind. Just as the picture of what he'd done. His back still hurt from the belt.


It was not that Davis was small or weak - au contraire: he was 6'4' tall, one of the most muscled guys in the entire American military, and he definitely wasn't scared of anything. At least, that's what everyone was supposed to think. Jim actually was terrified of water and tiny spaces - but he'd never shown that to anyone before. And there was one other thing he was more than terrified of: his own father. When that man came into a room, Jim immediately silenced, straightened his back to a perfect 90° angle and did everything his old man told him to do. Yet, it was still never good enough.


And god Mina irritated him so damn much.

 

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For some odd reason, Mina could easily keep up and glared at Davis with a mixture of anger and amusement in her eyes.


"First: you are not my commander, you are theirs. Second: you might be able to scare others with your bad-bad-baaaaad- boy-behavior, but you don't move a single hair in my neck to a stand, baby boy. And third..." Just as she was about to humiliate him in front of everyone with an epic comment about small dicks, she felt the typical dizziness of a vision. Before she could even react, she saw the commander's father, a man she had only seen once in person, lashing down a belt on the young commander's back. Then the back and sleeves of his uniform seemed to vanish, revealing scars over scars, definitely from that belt, and downs of scars from cuts on his arms. She shivered slightly, but straightened her back when the vision disappeared.


A silent, exhausted sigh escaped her throat, but she fought to keep up now. "Wait.", She said silently, holding his lower arm with one hand. Her voice had changed to a sad, soft mumbling she looked up at him. "Commander, please. Ali does not belong here. He has done a good job, and don't you think his wife and daughter want him home in one piece? He's one of the few of us who still has a family. Please don't destroy that. Don't make him pay for your scars." She was talking silent enough to not be heard by any other person around. "What you father is doing to you is horrible, commander, but is it right to take it out on us? Let him go, I'll take his place and mine. Trust me, i can fight for ten."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim gulped nervously as Mina mentioned his father. How did she know?  


While his breaths deepened and shortened, he turned to Ali and pointed at another soldier. "Richardson, escort him to the Homebase. Don't bother coming back on your own. Stay put."


While the soldier and Ali were already turning around, heading back, Jim turned to Mina again and narrowed his eyes. Abruptly taking his arm out of Mina's grip, he stared deep into her eyes. "Say one word about my father again - and I will kill you. I'm serious.", he growled, lifted his head and walked on. Taking out his knife and playing around with it in his right hand, he sighed.


Yes, he was only going to turn 19 in 5 months.


Yes, he was the youngest commander to have ever existed.


Yes, he had had a horrible childhood and his father still abused him.


But he wouldn't allow anyone to talk to him like that.


>>Baby Boy and Bad Boy behaviour?<<, he rolled his eyes, trying not to think too much about David and her stupid comments, while letting his knife circle through his fingers.

 

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Mina looked after Davis with a frown. That boy was the most annoying, controlling...!


A young soldier put his hand on her shoulder and smiled apologetically. He looked far too young to be in the military, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. She frowned for a second, staring into his weird eyes. It took a moment before she realized what was wrong about them. They had the color of sunlight shining through a piece of amber. As she saw flames crawling up his arms, she shook her head. Surely another vision. While the young soldier was walking up to the commander to offer him a chocolate bar with a soft smile, she watched frowning. He seemed to get along with the commander better than anyone. Did that guy have a friend there?! Was that even possible, that such a Grinch like him... for a second saw them standing side by side in the church. Her eyes widened.


>>That's a girl...!<< 


She looked around, trying to figure if somebody else had noticed that, but she seemed to be the only one.

 

[Wyosch]

Jim frowned upon noticing that David was staring into the nothing with a confused expression on her face.


>>Strange girl.


She indeed is a strange one.


I'd love to punch her.


Go for it.


No, I shouldn't.


Got nothing to lose.


But still...<<


He shook his head and put his knife back again where it belonged, sighing. What should he do now that Mina knew about....it?

 

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All of a sudden, Mina darted forwards in an inhuman speed and slapped the air right in front of Davis. Coughing, she looked at her left hand. The dent of the profile of a bullet was clearly visible there. She felt some gazes on her, and the disbelief of the soldiers, but then the red curtain appeared in her sight and three seconds later, everything was black.


Next thing she was aware of was standing in front of the enemies outpost, surrounded by the dead, smashed bodies of over fifty dead enemies, and the others staring at her with wide eyes.


"Damn...", she whispered, before blacking out.

 

[Wyosch]

As they all arrived back to the homebase, Jim and two other soldiers carried Mina to the first aid-tent where they lay her down on a bed.


While the commander ordered the other two to stay with David, he walked up to the authority's tent and busted in.


His father, Al Ashad and two other higher ranked soldiers were standing around a table with a map folden out on it.


"Apologies for my sudden interruption.", Jim mumbled, salutating and immediately straightening his body.


"What do you want?", the major asked, crossing his arms which made him look even angrier than he already was. 


"I demand an explanation... Sir."


"Show a little respect. You're talking to the major here. Got that?"


"Yes, Sir.", Jim lowered his gaze, tensening his muscles.


"What do you want to know?", one of the other two officers asked. "We're in an important meeting here."


"Well, Sir, it's about private David."


"The girl?"


Jim nodded, while the men just seemed to be rather confused.


"What is wrong then?"


"It's hard to explain. She doesn't move like a normal human being. I have never seen anyone fight like that. It seemed as if she'd been learning how to fight since a very young age.", he glanced over at his father for a moment before continuing. "But yet this was still different. Her eyes... she blacked out after the enemies were defeated. From exhaustion, I suppose, but as I said, it's hard to explain. You should see for yourselves."


The Major frowned, walking up to his son. 


>>Don't flinch.<<, Jim thought to himself, lifting his head.


"Maybe it's not that she is different, Davis.", the major growled, looking up into the commander's eyes. "Maybe it's you who should accept the fact someone is better than you. A girl, in this case. I believe you are just jealous."


"No, Sir, that's-", Jim interrupted, but his father wouldn't let him finish. Instead he slapped his son as hard as he could.


Not moving a single muscle, Jim looked back at his father again, ignoring his aching cheek.


"Sissy.", his father whispered, before walking back to the table. "And now get out of here."


Jim didn't talk back, he just salutated again, turned around and left the tent.

 

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Frowning, Al Ashad had watched the scene, and now followed Davis it off the tent. He was a good 7 inches snake than the commander, but his eyes were carrying an old wisdom inside, that made it up by far.


He put one hand on Davis' shoulder to stop him, and spoke with his broken English


"Commander? I know what you're talking about. The major had no idea what's going on, he's like... Okay, i don't want to talk bad about your father."


He looked around suspiciously, before continuing.


"I have seen it happening to her two times before, and you're right. Whatever it is with her, it's nothing natural. The speed, the skills, the exhaustion... And then that she lost her entire memory before we had found her. It's almost as if... i don't know, as if she didn't exist before the war broke out. But this isn't the right place to talk about such things. Why don't you come to my tent for a cup of tea? There we can talk. I'd like to hear what you think about it."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim nodded and followed the man. His cheek didn't even hurt anymore. Was used to that by now. Guess he could call himself lucky that he only got a slap this time.


Even though his father had been naive again - as always - he was right. Had Jim overreacted? Was Mina just that good that he was jealous?


No. Jim wasn't the jealous type. In fact, he had never in his life been jealous before. So it couldn't have been that.


>>It cannot be anything natural...<<

 

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Arriving in his tent, Ashad immediately headed for an improvised desk with loads of books on it. He picked one and put it on another improvised table with a cracked teacan on it. Two jars had to work as cups and the tea was rather cold than warm, but who'd be expecting a nice teaparty in a civil war anyway.


He opened the book and pointed at a header.


'Amazon'.


"I know it sounds ridiculous. But do you have another explanation, commander?" Looking up from the book, he smiled at him. "Ohh, by the way, just Al is enough. No need for formalities."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim looked at the man, raising an eyebrow.


"Are you serious?", he asked, a slight frown on his face. "There's no such things as amazones."


He let his fingers run through his hair, thinking.


"Let's assume you're right... that still wouldn't explain why... I mean, it just don't make any sense.", he rolled his eyes upon noticing that he was talking Southern again. "I mean it doesn't make any sense.", he corrected himself, sighing.


"And y'can just call me Jim. Not in front of the other though."

 

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Ashad laughed silently at Jim's weak attempt to deny the possibility of Mina being an Amazon. 


"There's more than you think out there", he chuckled, and the next second he had transformed into a huge, surely 7 feet tall eagle. "You'll have to accept that our world is freaky... Jim." Turning back, he smiled. "I'm a Roch. Ali is an elf. And the young soldier you're getting along with so well is a shapeshifter. Just think about it. And maybe get one of your soldiers to find out more about her. My people are eh... Well they like her, but they're also scared of Mina."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim's eyes widened. "You... you just transformed... you...", he blinked a couple of times, frowning confused. "That, you... you just..." Running his hand through his hair once, he stared at Ashad for a while before attempting to say something normal again.


"You're an eagle? Ali an elf and - what soldier do you mean? Back to topic: amazone? How? But...how?"

 

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"no, I'm a Roch.", Ashad said slowly. "An eagle is a bird, a Roch is a half-dragon. Basically the missing link between dragon and bird. Welcome to the real world, you're more involved than you think... Or how did your mother always light up candles?" He held up one index finger. "Right?" 


Then he pointed at the book. "Well, according to this, amazones are only born during times of war, when a soulless body gets claimed by a someone who has been killed in war. Like... Someone comatose, the soul already up there, gets back to life when the restless soul of someone who's been killed possesses their dying body. The new compound creates a new being, so the Amazon doesn't remember anything of the past lives of her soul or body." He lifted his shoulders. "That basically makes them a mix of vengeful ghost and human, giving them supernatural powers like temporary invincibility. Keeping up so far?"


Mina awoke with a painful moan. She was covered in bruises, left by bullets that had hit her, but beside that, she was fine. Tying her hair up into her usual messy bun, she noticed something about her left hand. Her Ringfinger was missing. Oh well, the stump would grow a new one before noon was over. She didn't know how she knew this, but she did know it for sure.


"Mmmhhhh hello...?", he called into the dim light inside this tent. 

 

[Wyosch]

Jim nodded, frowning concentratedly. "I understand what you mean with the Amazone, but, what's got my mom to do with this?", he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you telling me she is an Amazone as well?" He was actually so confused right now. First of all that Mina-girl who wasn't what he thought she was, and now the leader of the rebellion was a...roch, and apparently that strange Afghani hacker guy was an elf... and his mother had something to do with this strange stuff as well!


Evan woke up from his small slumber he'd been taking sitting on a wooden chair. Standing up, he walked towards the bed where the woman lay in and salutated. "Miss David, Evan Weller. How are you?", he lowered his hand and put his rifle on his back. "You've been passed out for 5 hours."

 

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"close, but no. Shapeshifter, my friend. Shapeshifter." 


Ashad looked around suspiciously, as if he was awaiting the future to crash in like a crazy bull. 


After a moment, he looked at Jim again.


"Listen." Suddenly, he sounded surprisingly sad. "I can't explain how i know it, boy, but please never forget what I'll tell you now:


When you run from your past, head for the desert." His gaze clearly signalized that his advice would be unbelievably important one day. "I'll come and visit you one day. And don't dare to not recognize me! I want to get to know your sons then, and your daughters and wife and brother and sister..." As he noticed he was telling from the subject, be cleared his throat. "Sorry. Is just nice to see a future so good for once", he said smiling.


"Like someone called 'confetti, it's a parade!' but the confetti was made of full metal jackets.", Mina grunted. "Did you see my finger laying around somewhere? It's gone..." Sighing, she got up and held her hurting head. There usually was only one thing that helped against the headaches. "Evan Weller: i need a whiskey or something. And someone who voluntaries to train with me."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim was now even more confused than at the beginning. "My mom was a shapeshifter? You must be kidding. She would've told me something like that." >>Would she?<<


Frowning even more, he pushed his index finger against his bridge. "And...future? Wife?", he shook his head. "You must be confusing me with someone. I won't make it past my 20s, Al." Sighing, he added, "And I don't have a sister. So that won't be possible."


Evan frowned slightly. "Eh well... I'd need to ask one of the authorities to grant me the access to the whiskey. And for the training...eh...", he akwardly scratched his neck. She was hella good. Better than he was. He wanted to learn from her. But... how could she be that good? He'd been training for years and....nowhere like that,which upset him quite a lot. "I'll train with you."

 

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"talk to you again in six years", Ashad chuckled. "Trust me Jim, in six years, you'll remember this conversation and tell me how i was right all along. Your mother and your father will help set up a barbecue for the whole family and your daughter will walk her first step. Your brother will ruffle your hair and tell you he's super proud of you."


"Okay I'll get it myself." She walked out of the tent and came back five minutes later, with a bottle of whiskey and a glass in her hand. "Tadaa." She downed two glasses full and drank another one a bit slower, before cracking her knuckles and smirking evil. "Alright, Evan Weller. Then let's find some free space to train."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim frowned, shaking his head - slightly disappointed. "That can't be, Al.", he mumbled, taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. "My mom's dead since I was 3. And let's assume I'd make it past my 20s and I'd get married, I'd never let my dad get near my kid." He sighed. "I gotta go now... Jackie will call me in a few minutes. We'll talk later."


Evan watched her down the whiskey and nodded. "Okay... eh what about if we just go to the hill where everyone trains? Most are still out on mission and I don't think anyone will be training when they just return."

 

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Al smiled sadly. "I know, Jim, i know. But Jenny is still around, and James isn't James.


Remember the name Edward, boy. It will mean a lot in a few years." He went back to his desk and came back to Jim with a small black book in his hands. "It's empty yet, but you'll find something to fill it with. You are talented. Don't waste that gift. Your songs will mean a lot to some people one day." Smiling, he gave the book to Jim. "And now go and talk to your brother. Ohh and, Jim? If you need advice or someone to listen, I'll be here, okay?"


Mina was grinning evil as she nodded and took off her dark brown leather jacket. A few of the stripes of her tattoo were visible on her arms and shoulders, and when she untied her hair, it fell down, almost reaching her butt, in wild, dark brown locks. "Fine, to the hill then. Hope you're not sensitive, Evan Weller."

 

[Wyosch]

Jim frowned slightly. How did Al know that he liked to write songs? What was disturbing him even more: how did Al know his mother's name? Had the major told him? No, why should he have?


"Thanks.", he replied, not knowing what else to answer. There'd been perhaps one or two people in his life who'd told him they'd be there if he needed them, but they had all left. Why would Al be any different?


Leaving Ashad's tent, he walked around the Homebase until he arrived at his tent, which he shared with his cousin, Dennis Davis. They were quite close, although Dennis didn't know about Jim's abusive father. And he'd keep it that way.


Evan gulped. No, he wouldn't let a woman defeat him.


"C'mon, let's go.", he mumbled, already heading towards the hill. "So, David, how long have you been training?"

 

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Ashad watched Jim leave with a worried expression on his face. There had already been so much pain in his life, and so much more pain was awaiting him, unpredictable, unstoppable...
"Watch your back, boy, Watch your back...", he mumbled silently. Then he dialed a number on his phone.
"William? I found him.
...
A stronger one than I have ever seen on earth.
...
Yes, he's definitely a descendant. He has his eyes.
...
Got it, I'll keep an eye on him. Talk to you later, Will."
He hang up and glanced at the tent where Jim had gone.

Mina raised a few fingers, counting.
"About eh.... three, four... four weeks."
She pulled an old, crippled photo of a young man out of her pocket. A deep frown formed on her face. "I found this in my hand when I woke up in the rubble. Isn't that weird? I didn't even know Ashad at that time!"
The picture clearly showed a younger Ashad. "Any opinions about this weirdness? "