Title: Flashfire Pt 2 (Alive) Author: IRFxNightFire Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/f86uMKHD First Edit: Wednesday 25th of July 2012 02:48:06 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 25th of July 2012 02:48:06 PM CDT Flashfire woke to the sound of distant helicopters. She swiveled her head towards the horizon, spotting the sun midway on it. Dusk, she thought. Flashfire knew it's been a few hours since she was injured. She felt strangely satisfied, yet her whole body was aching in exhaustion. She felt a tight pressure around her stomach. Looking down, Flashfire noticed a frayed, blood-stained bandage encompassing her abdomen. Whoever acted on her wound was very skilled at his trade. She couldn't remember what happened before. Flashfire slowly shut her eyes, blinking a few times, trying to stay awake. She groaned, and fell out of consciousness.   She awoke, a blur forming the world around her. She was laying on something soft, a white expanse cloaking her. The whirs and flashing lights of machines vastly made clear to her that she was not in the battlefield, or dead. She let out a small groan, her eyes focusing on the strange shape in front of her face.  Squinting her eyes, sharpening the image ahead of her. Large, open gray eyes were facing her direction, right into her soul, she thought. The eyes moved more distant from Flashfire's vision, showing a smiling mare. “Whoever did the previous work on your wound did a good job, you're lucky to be alive with that big of a chunk removed.”   The mare turned her head, facing one of the machines. She trotted over to it, letting Flashfire view her from a different angle, from behind. On the mare, was a crimson-splotched, pale overcoat. The Mare's brown mane was tied back into a ponytail. Flashfire apprehended the situation, she was located at the Barrens End field hospital. She remembered visiting there on an effort to issue propaganda on how useful and well-equipped the field hospitals were. Flashfire memorized some of the doctor's looks, and the eccentric mare was one of them. The intercom inside the room sounded, “Maroon to operation number 0523.” The mare left, leaving Flashfire alone to her own thoughts.   Flashfire started to remember. The flat plain, with the fresh dead bodies. COAR conscripts stacked on top of each other, literally. The propagandists will probably record a snippet of the battlefield as a victory. Defile the dead, pervert them. Show their country how good the troops did ending lives. One could say she was a sympathizer, but in her mind, she really didn't give a fuck. As bluntly as it was, it was the truth. Her existence was to fulfill the wants and needs of the IRF. Her body was a tool, not a living entity to the IRF. Never questioning to the higher power.   Alas, there was one memory she couldn't restore. The bandage, and the clean sutures under them. In retrospect, this was a vital recollection. It was like an obstacle, a barrier blocking it. One that couldn't be simply demolished as simply as a conscript. In the memory before, she awoke. She looked down to her stomach, a large gaping wound oozing blood. Flashfire halted the memory. She found it. The figure in front of her searching through a body. It stopped, and found her. It used it's foreleg- “No.” She didn't want to recollect. But something was irregular about this figure.   She didn't wanted to think. Flashfire needed to rest. She then closed her eyes, and fought the thoughts trying to intrude into her consciousness. She finally slipped out, and into a comfortable, deep sleep. “Flashfire?” a voice called. “Flashfire, are you awake?” Flashfire opened her eyes, squinting them due to the bright light of the afternoon reaching into the windows. It was the doctor again. Flashfire could barely speak, instead choosing to nod slightly after several attempts at using her own voice.