Title:           >The unyielding twin suns, orange and blue, diamond and gold bear unbearably. >
Author:          Anon_Mous
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First Edit:      Friday 20th of November 2015 11:18:49 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 20th of November 2015 01:37:36 PM CDT

>The unyielding twin suns, orange and blue, diamond and gold bear unbearably.
>The shifting sands 'neath my feet were hot and spoiling.
>Be honest, it drained what little I had left.
>He was splayed with his quivering back against a rock.
>Though trembling, his shaky hand eventually grips the pistol he had dropped by his feet.
>He steels himself. He sets to his knees.
>Past the craggy protective spire, the median of dust and rock, and the litter of bloody, sinewed refuse, the apartment complex looms in the sky.
>From the windows, occasionally, the red or blue or green beams are shot out, an attempt to stun us, to  halt our goals.
>He pops himself out of the right hand side of his barrier.
>And he's reduced to a little pile of ash, a few splats of blood and a limb or two.
>He always did have real big feet.
>His ankles and boots were the last real parts of him.
>A pistol was still in tact under the pile of my friend.
>Mine had been used up during our previous encounters.
Killing the enemy, while easier, didn't come without it's expenses.
>Without that intention, where would I be with these assholes?
>Behind my barrel, I was safe.
>They hadn't even seen me yet.
>He'd go alone, if things got hairy I'd throw in some supporting fire.
>I was to act on necessity. They were too quick for me to make that call.
>Why hadn't I helped him?
>I knew why. I just can't fully admit it to myself.
>They didn't know I was here.
>I was packing.
>I was pissed.
>I sat patiently with crossed legs. If they didn't know I was here, they won't stay here.
>They didn't. The opposing soldiers were glued to their televisions and handheld devices, so they went back to them.
>Some probably went to alert someone else, a higher up, probably.
>I wasn't falling for what they were throwing down.
>They would expect me to come up and firing if they had killed my mate.
>Oh, no. I'm not going to let them off that easy.
>I waited until nightfall.
>I took the time to slather myself in the dirt and grime of the mountainside.
>By midnight, they had gone off to bed.
>The perimeter was without guard.
>Yeah right.
>I crawl over towards my dead buddy. I glance him over.
>In the brilliant moonlight, I found his neck, and tore off his steel tags.
>Took his phone. It had the map of the building.
>I turned his pistol around by the thick leathery handle. It was a sturdy weapon. Sleek.
>Only problem with it is that the switch was melted down into the side. It'll never kill, but it will always hurt.
>I told him.
>It wasn't voluntary. I was fine the first moment.
>The next, I'm on my knees, nose to nose with my fallen compatriot.
>Felt the need to say a few words for...
>It wouldn't sound right to call him my best friend, or brother, or caretaker.
"You were more man and ape than I could ever be."