BloodA Story by AdileneAs the American Civil War takes place, Confederate soldier Sebastian fights his twin brother, the Union soldier Michael. Sebastian comes to his struggle to understand the dark side of war.
“Oh Lord, what have I done?” Sebastian implores
while grappling the bowie knife about the assailant’s being. His hands drenched in the enemy’s vital
fluids as it streamed out of his blue uniform. Like a swab, the blood reached
up to Sebastian’s gray sleeves, tattered in the natural stains of the earth. The
enemy tittered at Sebastian’s plea. “You ask the Lord for a reply? Where is
your God?” he mumbles in the absurdity of his clogged tone with blood streaming
out from the corners of his mouth. “Where is he to stop Abraham before piercing
his blood? I’m afraid He is not here.” “Look
at you, Michael. Look at what I have done. The Lord is here, but He has turned
his back on me,” Sebastian deplores in anguish. Sebastian attempts to extracts
the Bowie out of Michael’s chest. In utter turmoil, Michael grabs a hold of
Sebastian’s wrist in opposition of the act. “Do
not rip it out, Sebastian. Leave me be as I am in the moment. I do not wish to
see your face express a wry position. It is like looking into a mirror,”
Michael begins to close his eyes until he heads to a crevice in his large lids
and lashes facing the sky. He rests his head onto the ground with the sand
creeping into his hair. “God
has not ignored you, brother.” Michael continues. “But
He has! He is a monster that has caused me to do"” “The
Lord cannot help in a place where He is not welcome.” Michael turns his head
once again, facing Sebastian. “We have deprived Him from this place. This earth
is no place for Him.” “But
He is welcomed! How could we have possibly set Him aside? We fight for his
grace! “The
absence of such a Creator is resulted in the eradication of His own creation.
God has died.” LeMat
revolvers and Elgin Cutlass pistols thrash in the air as the clashing of the
soldiers create a drumming sound, vibrating the ground. Like dominoes, bodies
drop and evolve into corpses in the pupas of the grass. Shrieks of the hearts
of young men’s scratch the atmosphere. “You bloody gray backs! Greedy pigs” “Go to Hell, you blue bellies!
Federalists!” “Oh God! Oh God! Help me!” “Oh Mother! Where are you
now?” The air solidifies, causing the arch enemies’ bones
to ripple in extraneous shivers. Sebastian’s beard"that has just begun to grow
for a short period of time"quivers as the goose bumps react to the lowering of
temperature. Michael, with his brown eyes without moisture and his pointed nose
in a hue of pink, moans as he grasps the Bowie planted onto his person. Sebastian
grows puzzled, his brown eyes without moisture and his pointed nose in a hue of
pink, “Michael"” “Do not
fret, Sebastian. It is only the wind. The blade stings as the cold begins its
prologue. The feeling will cease in a few minutes.” The
sky begins to achromatize as a succession of clouds begin to develop. The
heavens grow plain in the absence of the souls that have once inhabited the
roofs. The sky softly releases drops of water, kissing the cheeks of the two
young men as their mother had done so when they would return from their
academics or from their workplace every afternoon. Both
young men gaze into the abyss above them. Sebastian
chuckles in disbelief. “What a fool I’ve been, Michael.” “And
why is that?” Michael whispers in suffering. Making
a fist in his palm, Sebastian punches the ground until his knuckles rip open
and the dirt is suppressed at his open flesh. Closing his eyes in utter regret,
he grinds his teeth until his gums spill little twinkles of blood. “We’ve been
fighting for the white clouds that brought us the rain. But look, brother. We
have been looking in the wrong direction. The treasure has been above us all
along.” Michael
graciously curves the corners of his lips, looking into the eyes of his
reflection. “We have been both fools. It is humorous.” Michael
slowly lifts up his arm, heading to Sebastian. Sebastian holds his hand and
grips it into his own. For the first time in ages, they were once again bound.
In realization, Sebastian’s eyes begin to stream, leaking in mere moistness
down the edge of his cliff. “I
have always grown in awe in the speculation of how I appear when I weep. It
turns out to be as revolting as I had imagined it,” Michael began to toy with
him. “Do not cry, soldier. A soldier must not cry on the battle field. I do not
wish to see myself cry.” Sebastian
laughs and wipes his running nose. “After all of this time, we are still the
same.” “Oh,
indeed. You wear the gray coat, and I the blue one. We identified ourselves in
these shades of life, but share the same face. But, I cannot deny it that
without these shades, we are nothing. We have trapped the ravens; but, in the
end we doves have trapped ourselves.” Michael whimpers as his body relaxes. The
breathing ceased to continue. Releasing his grip on his brother’s hand, Sebastian
removes the Bowie from Michael’s corpse. Then, slowly removing his coat, he
takes Michael’s. Sebastian rises as the continuous rupture of the
other soldiers take a toll in his eardrums. With Michael’s coat in his hand, he
spreads out his left arm and inserts the blue sleeve inside. He spreads out his
right arm and inserts the blue sleeve inside. Looking back at his brother’s
corpse that wears his gray coat, Sebastian smiles. Exposing himself in the
center of the field, Sebastian looks up into the clouds and closes his eyes. “And the dove is released from his cage,” he
whispers. A soldier in gray attire looks at him far out of the distance. Setting his revolver, he aims at Sebastian. “I got you, you blue belly.” And the ground vibrates. © 2012 AdileneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAdileneSan Fernando, CAAboutHello there! As a young writer, I have just begun to take my time to record what my imagination brings onto paper. I have had a passion for literature in the past, but recently I have come to t.. more..Writing
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