Thursday 12 September 2013

If time could be turned...

She was baffled. Confused. Her faith was almost broken. She tried not to believe her eyes when she stepped into the foreign place that once she called home. Dust filled the air. Broken components scattered almost every place her eyes saw. The hospital that she was born to and gave birth to her twins was turned in a barricade. The satellite dish that was her town's pride was thoroughly broken. The streets were lifeless. 

She almost dropped her rifle as she stared at the view in front of her. Dead, dry trees with black leaves hanging loosely. Houses had holes and most didn't look like a house at all. When she snapped back, she scolded herself for letting her guard down. She told herself that there might still be enemies around and she felt like she wanted to protect the last remaining of her town. For a second, her heart thought "If only I could turn back the time, if only the war was never started, perhaps I could still be with my family," She wept bitterly. Soldiers are not suppose to show emotions, but it seems this time was an exception.

She guarded her town fiercely. She scavenge the town thoroughly and used her damaged used-to-be home as her temporary barricade. Even though the home was little more damaged, the memories of it gave her the safe aura. At night she would dream of her memories with her twin and her husband. They were so vivid and she would wake up at the slightest noise or sound. "If only.... I stayed back... If only I didn't enter the military... If only.... I could travel back in time... I should stop myself from leaving them..." She tried to hope for the best for residences that lived there. She hopes they were perhaps has taken refuges somewhere. She tried not to think the opposite though it sometimes haunt her dreams.

The heavy rocket launcher felt light at her back which she used it to protect her back if there was a possibility of a sneak attack. Her muscular arms holds her favorite M-16 as if it was nothing as she points it towards a stranger. Who was he? An enemy? An ally? She was doing her daily inspection when she caught sight of a dark silhouette down from street. He walked calmly towards her. Too calm. She quickly aims her gun. His composure didn't waver. He was too calm and she felt anger. Frustrated. 

"Stay down, soldier." he spoke. "I'm Lieutenant Dev, the one in-charge of this area. I'm sorry for you to see this town as it is and I assure that we have evacuated the residence before the enemies send a sneak attack on this area," She almost couldn't believe what she heard. It could be her family was safe. Her friends was safe. Suddenly, she felt the weight of the launcher at her back. Suddenly she felt an almost relief of herself. Her grip on her gun loosened, and she quickly saluted her superior. "The war is almost over, the president is negotiating with enemy to end it. And soon this town can be rebuilt," He cracked a smile with it in which she tried to return only to realized that she had not smile for a long time. For a very long time. 

"Let's head down to nearby headquarters, you can have you rest there, Miss....?" "I-I'm Phantomhive, sir." She replied, she was used to be called with her number rather than her name. Her voice was hoarse and rough from her journey. She finally felt fatigue and wanted nothing more than to meet her family back. "Let's go, we would love to hear your story of being the only survivor of Area 64," He smirked and turned back towards where he came from. She stared at his back and dropped the rocket launcher from her back. Her body felt much lighter and she took a deep breath of relief. Exhaling, she imagined the face for her husband and her little twins. She looked up at the dusty sky and whispered, "Perhaps.... it's fine like this," Then she followed her leader with still her gun in her hand. Habits die hard. As she passed along street, she mused that if ever a time-reverser was exist, then the town would become the little quaint bustling town she knew.

Wow, that was a really long one. It was forever to finish and I totally apologies that I have't been doing any new posts lately since the project I was working on suddenly changed the deadline to an earlier date, and I was crazy to finish the project. The post this was inspired by the Writer's Block challenge by Simply Dou, and a little from last month's Independence Day in my country. Happy 56th anniversary! 

My blogger friend help out as being the Lieutenant, and I'd say a handsome one too. LoL And so right now so grossed with Twisted Hunt and I will show some of prized, perhaps by tomorrow. After this, I'll be packing up for my travel tomorrow~ See ya again dead dollz

My Styling
Hair @ Truth - Harlow
Skin @ 7 Deadly s[K]ins - Lotus (sYs project)
Eyes @ Chus! - Twilight Ghost
Face @ Death row Deasign - BloodMouth, DexterFacecut / :Z.S: BlackEye makeup with bruise (makeup & tatoo hunt)
Top @ Sn@tch - Teuila Tank (Bloody & Dirty)
Gloves @ Death row Design - Dexter Black Gloves ( bloody)
Pants @ Sn@tch - Camo Capris (Muff Punch)
Belts @ <R> - Tramp Belt / Death Row Design - Zombie Hunter belt
Boots @ Death Row Design - Lazy Boots Knife
Weapons @ SciLab - M-16 Ruins / Rocket Launcher
Beanie @ Caligula - army beanie hat
Tatoo @ Body Factory - Gift Tatoo (Black Fair)

His Styling


  1. Nicely written mini-story, cool pictures.
    I'm glad you didn't kill me in the end. lol -^

    1. LoL Thank a lot!
      As if I have the gut to kill you in the end Lieutenant. xD

  2. Nicely done! The story is great, and I love the pictures. :)

  3. This was amazing! Awesome job!

    1. Thank you so much! Although the work was delayed I was glad to be able to participate!