Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 151345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“I seem to be doing all the talking, honey, and I’m not used to it.” He bunched her hair in his fist and ran thick strands through his fingers. She remained silent, just looking at him with those sapphire eyes that seemed to look right through him.
“I told you, we were getting some very courageous soldiers off a mountain. We’d destroyed most of the enemy’s weapons, the ones capable of taking out helicopters, or at least we thought we did. As we were trying to load the wounded, we came under fire. More fighters had arrived, and they were manning a few of the guns that hadn’t been destroyed. The hell they unloaded on us was murderous. We were exposed and they had enough ammunition to take down the mountain, or at least it felt that way. It was bad. It happens all the time.”
Malichai rolled back over and stared up at the stars again. They were beautiful. Bright. A field of diamonds overhead. He needed that kind of beauty in the world after witnessing so much ugliness. To his shock, she slipped her hand into his, threading her fingers through his as if she were weaving them together, and then she leaned into him, her soft body nearly blanketing his. She didn’t speak, she just waited.
He felt like a fool talking about it. He didn’t want to. He was no hero and he knew it would come off to her that way. Or bragging. He wasn’t bragging. He didn’t want to even think about it. He had no choice. In order for the wounded to be brought to the helicopter rendezvous safely, he’d had to clear those bunkers and get rid of the weapons.
“I charged straight into the gunfire.” He’d used his enhanced speed, going low and then high. “The bombardment of gunfire was horrendous, never stopping, and I felt bullets whipping around me, some so close they ripped my clothing and in a few cases skin.”
He touched his arm without thinking. “Sometimes I can still hear that sound. It was like continuous thunder rolling right over top of me. Worse.” He shook his head. “It was bad.”
“Keep going.”
If anyone else had asked him, he would have told them to go to hell. “I tossed grenade after grenade into the bunker while the enemy continued to fire at me until the grenades exploded. Some of the enemy must have split up, spread out and went to the other bunkers we thought we’d destroyed in the middle of the night. Or they brought weapons and ammunition with them. Who knows? In any case, they began firing at me too.”
She sat up and turned around to face him, tucking her legs tailor-fashion, but still holding his hand. Her eyes shone like twin jewels, never leaving his face.
“The smell of blood and death is difficult to get out of one’s nose. The images of blood and shrapnel and what’s done to a human being are equally as bad to purge. I had to go into that mess because the firepower coming from the second bunker was a steady stream. I used the still-intact mortar gun and immediately engaged the enemy. I was lucky because Rubin was there with his rifle and he’s damn good. He picked off a couple of them.”
He fell silent, rubbing his thigh without thinking.
“Malichai?” She said his name gently. “Tell me what happened.”
He shrugged. “Everything went quiet and I stepped out to check the bunkers, to make certain they were clear so the wounded could be loaded into the helicopter.” He shook his head, remembering the silence. The smell of gunpowder, of blood. Even of death. The wind was blowing, he remembered it on his face.
He almost hadn’t heard the sound of the machine gun as it spat out angry bullets, all with his name on them. “I don’t know how many times I was hit, but it felt like a dozen, maybe more. All up and down my leg, from my calf to my thigh. I knew I was a dead man. I went to the ground. The bones in my leg were shattered. There was so much blood. I had field dressings with me, and I slapped them on as fast as I could in order to try to stop the bleeding.”
He couldn’t tell her what those field dressings were or that second-generation Zenith had saved his life.
“The bone was broken. Shattered. In so many places.”
She knew. There was no hiding it from her, not after she had used her ability of psychic healing. She hadn’t yet learned to control it, but she definitely had the power.
“Yeah, it wasn’t the best of news for me. I was down, but the field dressings helped stop the bleeding and Rubin was taking out anything that moved. He kept shooting while I dragged myself across the distance to the bunker and tossed grenades in until my arm didn’t want to work anymore.”