He drew his last breath, his last tears falling off his face. Éclair clenched the dirty golden locket she was given and gave him one last prayer. She sat beside him, keeping his soul company until he was finally moved to who knows where.

The location of where the men were moved was kept hidden from the nurses. Éclair didn’t know why; was it to keep them from seeing such a horrible sight or was it just to keep the nurses in the dark? Either way, she just hated the fact that the nurses were made to be inferior – that they couldn’t take it.

Dusting herself off and slipping the pocket into her bloodied pocket, Éclair moved from her station to get some air. Moving away from the once-white tent she walked to the tent with the red ‘P’ hanging from the top.

“Please send this to Private Smith’s fiancé,” Éclair stated, holding the locket by its chains.
“First name?” The old nurse behind the counter frantically searched for an envelope to put the locket in. “We do have a lot of ‘Private Smith’ after all.” She said it in a tone that it was hard not to smile but Éclair didn’t smile. The lady stared at her and sighed. “It’s war my dear. He died for resistance, he died for the country. The only thing that we nurses can do is to smile and make this war bearable for them.” Hearing those words made Éclair smile just a bit but the old nurse knew it was more than enough. “So his first name?” Éclair blinked – clueless – until she realised what she meant.

“Oh right, John Smith,” she said, passing the locket to the old nurse. “And please send a message as well. ‘To Annabelle, I love you. From John’.” The lady nodded once and Éclair left the room.

Éclair went back to her station and treated the wounded soldiers that came in and out every few hours or so. As the days went by, she tried to smile for them but her smile began turning weary. Her frown lines gradually becoming more visible. The patients that would come in screaming frightened her; the ones that told her that they were scared to die made her feel pity; she just hated the war and the current government altogether. She just wanted everything to end, so that there wouldn't be anymore suffering. Thoughts came into her head where she would personally deal with the situation herself, that she was strong enough to kill her inner feelings and become a killing machine but she removed the thoughts at once. She was a nurse for goodness sake! But then when she had taken all she could, Éclair snapped.

She had enough. There was no way she could put up with it anymore. As a nurse, Éclair took the liberty of sneaking into the supply stock and stole a clean male uniform. She took a bandage and wrapped it around her breasts, constricting it to the point there wasn’t any lumps and it was hard to breathe. Éclair checked herself twice before putting on the male uniform. “Looks too clean,” she mumbled underneath her breath. She knew she was going to regret what she was going to do next in the future, but she did it anyways. Taking out a Stanley knife from one of the boxes she made several cuts on her arm, leg and a small cut on her face through the uniform, before wrapping another bandage around the wounds. With a quick check in the mirror she noticed that her hair was too feminine to be recognised as a guy. Staring at the knife in her hand, she closed her eyes and cut off the luscious locks that had taken her years to grow. For the last time, she checked herself in the cracked mirror and nodded. “Good enough.” With that, she left the tent as a new soldier fighting as a member of the resistance – to try to free her country.

Éclair sat with other male soldiers in a truck who had sullen faces. Despite the faces and the depressing atmosphere, she was prepared to risk her life to fight. “Careful men, we’re entering enemy base.” The sergeant whispered, his hand tightly clasped around his rifle. Everyone else began getting ready for the war but Éclair was already ready, her hands in position to use the weapon. Despite being a female, her father had secretly taught her how to use guns and some martial art at a young age.

BOOM. A loud explosion landed right next to the truck which sent it flying. Éclair gasped as everyone began screaming. Despite the flying truck, she managed to open the door and tumble out, not caring if anyone else survived or not. It was the survival of the fittest after all.

She landed with an ungraceful bellow before staring at the familiar boots in front of her. The boots belonged to people who followed the notorious leader that ruled over the country, creating chaos everywhere. Hatred bubbled inside her and before she knew it, she had taken out her knife and with a quick slice, the opposing soldier shook on the ground with blood spurting from his neck. “THE RESISTANCE IS HERE, GET INTO YOUR BATTLE FORMATION!” The leader of the opposing army roared. He began shouting orders, trying to kill anyone who resisted the Lord but it was too late. With her female body, Éclair was nimble and thus was quick to slip into the other army’s borders.

Éclair began killing the soldiers, despite the fact that her life was on the line. With her knowledge of guns and her use of martial arts, before the opposing army knew it, a quarter of their front line had died. “STOP HIM!” The leader roared.
“Too late.” Éclair whispered into his ear. She had managed to get to the leader and with one pull of the trigger, blood splashed everywhere and the ex-leader’s body slumped onto the floor. She stood over the body, not noticing another soldier behind her. Before she knew it, a stinging sensation appeared at her throat and she felt a trickling trail.
“Hands up before your head goes,” A soldier with a heavy accent growled behind her. She spat on the ground and did what she was told.

Éclair’s stomach grumbled, yearning for something to fill it. She didn’t know how long it had been but she knew for sure that every second hour, other soldiers would come in and torture her. They would whip her on the arms and legs; torture her with a knife and other torturous things that she didn’t dare name.

“TELL US EVERYTHING!” One of the soldiers glared. The other soldier grinned at her as he continued torturing her. Éclair sucked up as much moisture as she could in her mouth and spat it at the person hovering above her.
“Over my dead body,” she growled, trying to make her voice low as possible. The soldier wiped her spit away from his face and grinned.
“My pleasure.” He angled the blade above her heart and brought it down.
“Wait,” the other soldier stopped his mate before it met its target, just missing by a few inches. “The Lord wants to meet him, the single soldier who managed to kill so many people by himself.” His eyes stared at her coldly before motioning his mate to let her go and bring him to the leader.

“Oh? So you’re the person who killed so many people?” The Lord stared at her with interest. Éclair looked around to see that there was only one person with a rifle standing guard. “You’re much younger than I expected.” Éclair showed no expression in front of him, trying not to rush up and kill the man. The lord got off his seat and made his way towards her, observing her as though she was a rare animal in the zoo. “You should work for me, I’d pay for you a lot for your handy work.” He stood in front of her, staring her down. Éclair scoffed at his offer.
“I’d rather die than work for you,” she snarled. The leader sighed and wagged his finger in front of her in disappointment. Éclair took that opportunity to jump up and clamp her teeth onto his finger biting down hard. The leader swore in anger before slapping her across the face. She let go in surprise.
“If that’s what you want then so be it.” He signalled for his man to come close and aim his rifle at her.

Before Éclair got shot, she quickly ran behind the person handling the gun and knocked him unconscious. During the hours that she wasn’t tortured, she had managed to unlock the handcuffs to the point they would fall off with a single shake.

She picked up the dropped gun and aimed it at the quivering leader. “L-Let’s talk about this,” the leader laughed unsurely. He took several steps back. Back towards the door that led as an escape.
“Don’t even try running away. I’ll shoot before you can,” but her threat fell upon deaf ears as he tried to make a run for it. Éclair shook her head and shot, the bullet piercing right through a vital point.

The bang from the gun caused soldiers to rush into the room, gaping at the sight before them. Some saw Éclair and raised their rifle at her but they didn’t dare shoot. Who dared shoot someone that managed to defeat the person they followed? “It’s over.” Éclair walked towards them, still carrying the weapon. All of the soldiers made a clear path for her as she walked past. She threw the weapon aside and exited outside. Everyone looked up at her and rumours quickly arose. “It’s over. The leader’s dead.” Her voice drifted over the men below, who had quieted down the moment she spoke. She looked at the sky and smiled softly. The war was finally over. The rebellion had won.

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Creator:

Okaaayyy... Weird but yeah. Lmfao. This was my English exam... well... part of it that is. Only from the red "S' and afterwards is. Haha. (I kind of tweaked it just a bit too to make it seem better.) Original length for English exam is 600... The bit that I put in is almost literally over. 1,196 words. (Y) Yee. Lmfao. Oh wells.

Story created on: 15 November 2013

Story completed on: 20 November 2013

Story posted on: 21 November 2013

   Copyrighted by Creator; any similarities are by coincidence.

          Take anything from this story and the Creator will personally find you and slaughter you. ^^

Word Count: 1,677