Spoiler Alert....A little Graphic for some

I have found that my mind has a tendency to drift.

Much like a speck of dust latches onto a slight current in the air. It will tumble and twist looking for an easy route. Outwardly it appears to be a random process, a product of chance.

Though in reality, it is a precise targeted projectile.

It is in a perpetual state of motion, in search of a fantasy.

 It comes on in many forms. It attempts to transform my thoughts as if it were a child’s game. As though; it was on a quest to saturate my brain with the numbing effects of pure pleasure.

Today was no exception to this event. As I was returning from my meal, I caught my mind engaged in an elaborate stage performance based on the physical world I was traveling within. In of itself the spectacle is brilliantly laid out. Every detail captured with exacting realism. It becomes a dazzling and beautiful dance of fact and fiction, of romance and action, blending all the articles of the story into a dream that comes alive with the release of the prize.   

It is a hero’s story, a violent and action filled folly. The scene begins with our hero (Me) walking quietly along a dirt covered road.  Lost in thoughts of a life gone wrong our hero absently walks upon a small group of men seemingly engaged in a heated discussion. Three of the men are but boys, young soldiers far from the safety of their parents reach. They are attempting to explain their misfortune of being lost along this road to the armed men that have delayed the young soldiers. Reasoning is lost upon these men, for they are filled with disdain for these young privileged foreigners.

As the discussion becomes more chaotic, one of the men carrying a weapon strapped across his back. He steps back away and begins to move his weapon into line with the back of the fairest of the three young soldiers. As his finger moves to release the safety of the weapon our hero reacts out of instinct to protect the cub from danger.

He draws the one weapon he possess, a belt knife with much history, and darts with full force towards the man raising the threat. With a strong shoulder to the man’s rib cage our hero lifts the man off his feet, causing the now misaimed weapon to discharge above the heads of all. The hero slams the body of the evil man into the stone wall with enough force to crack ribs and force the air from his lungs.

Just as the man is trying to get his feet under him to fight off his unseen attacker our hero drives the point of his knife into the throat of the man that would have shot a young man in the back.

The motion and the noise of the weapon startled all that were about into hysteria. The largest of the three young soldiers lost his footing and fell into the ditch alongside the road. Rolling to his side he turns just in time to see the remaining men grab ahold of the fair young soldier and they use him as a shield as they back away into the heavily wall compound that they lived.

The young soldiers are confused and unsure of what actions to take. Though our hero does not suffer from indecision at this event, he directs the two remaining young men to alert their kin and go get help.

Cutting the weapon free from the dead man our hero ducks behind a short wall as shot from within the compound begin strike all around the area where he stood. Knowing that the boy they have taken will have no chance of coming out alive if something is not done quickly, our hero moves with determination. Drawing the weapon to the ready and getting a bead on the first gunman our hero squeezes the first round off and the bullet catches the shooter just above they right eye. The man’s body drops with the weight of a lifeless creature. Our hero moves forward.

With shots hitting at every step our hero deliberately moves his weapon into line with the next target identifies friend or foe, squeezes of two rounds and drops another enemy. On he moves catching the enemy by surprise and the understanding that the young man they took will be returning with him. Every step he takes brings him closer to his goal and with each step another enemy falls.

Our hero is moving from cover to cover but still he is hit with a bullet that tears through his shoulder. With uncanny luck the round misses all bone and clears the back of our hero. The pain drops him to a knee, but this brings his eyes in line with the young man being beaten and dragged away from him. With fierce determination our hero gets to his feet and begins his one man assault to save this boy. He is progressing steadily, making up ground as he moves. Two more enemy fall to his steady eye, and another bullet finds its mark and drills into our hero’s thigh. He can move but knows that his time is limited. He is losing blood fast and the torn muscles are screaming to quit.

Pushing himself with the will to protect that boy our hero moves forward. Now he is focused solely on the men that have the boy. He stalks them head on, oblivious to all others. He draws on two men and squeezes the trigger, nothing happens, the ammunition is gone. From the corner of his eye our hero barely catches the movement of a man bearing down on him from behind the vehicle in front of him. He quickly draws his knife as he turns his body to the side making himself a smaller target. The attacker fires his weapon repeatedly as he runs towards our hero. His movement makes his aim untrue and only three bullets find there mark though barely. I hero is now fully pumped in the battle and this time he does not even realize he has been hit again. The men collide into one another and the attacker’s eyes gape open when the blade of our hero’s knife guts the man where he stands. He falls to the ground and drags our hero down with him.

Pulling away our hero retrieves the weapon of the fallen enemy and draws on the men beating the young soldier. The rounds tear through the bodies of the two men. Our hero empties the weapon in a screaming rage at the two hold the soldier. Our hero struggles to his feet, makes it the last few feet to the soldier. Blocked by the vehicle all the others lose sight of the hero and the soldier. Our hero stands over the soldier, tears stream down our hero’s face with the heartache of failure to protect the lad.

The boy coughs and gasps for breathe. Startling our hero into action, barely able to move, our hero fights through the pain and grabs the young man and pulls him to his feet. The two men stagger together picking up the weapons of the fallen enemies. They move slowly towards the entrance of the compound. It seemed an eternity to get where they were but it was just 30 feet into the compound.  They pick the route with the most cover. Men are shouting and shots still fly by the men. Another bullet buries itself in our hero’s arm, pushing him into the wall. Losing blood faster than he could imagine, our hero, pushes off and the two men rush as fast as they can towards the opening of the wall. Another round hits our hero in the back, puncturing his lung and driving him to the ground just outside the compound. All is lost, the moment has been taken and our hero is face down in the dirt.

Just then you hear the shouts of many men outside the compound. The air all around is blasted with the heat and sound of rapid gunfire. The enemy moves to hide from the onslaught brought on by the brothers in arms of the young soldiers. Our hero is barely aware of what is going on around him, he attempts to get up. He is able to get to his knees. He sees that the boy is safe and all his stress to protect the boy is released and our hero passes out.

This is a result of my mind finding its own sense of reality. It attempts to draw me into becoming part of this twisted dream world. Before I would get wrapped up in this world and find myself believing some of the fabrications that my mind creates.