"Please don't kill them - - please kill me but not them," I clinged to the man leading a group of men wearing combat suits not to shoot my sister, my only family - - but;
"This is what you get you Fract bastards even if she is a kid she refused to co-operate with us,"
"Relt it's okay you won't be alone - - I will always be there even if they kill me," as my younger 11 year old sister was pinned on the ground by a soldier and as she was held at gun point from above by about 15 soldiers she still looked me in the eye as I couldn't even stand up and save her---because I was weak.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
" Aaaaaaah!!," as I wake up from the nightnare I just had my three comrades look at me as I lay on the bed.
"Was it that dream again--- Relt," my friend called Matt with black hair and pitch black eyes asked me in a sad tone.
"We have to get back at those Lorpa bastards for victimizing our motherland so your right in killing them the hard way," the one called Zex with a serene blue hair who just spoke was my nationalistic childhood friend who spoke with a tone of vigor.
"Relt you have to stop killing the Lorpa soldiers during missions it's so merciless the way you kill them- - - because they remind you of that time," the calm headed red haired one with glasses called Ven was of nobility who lost his family during the invasion like Relt so he knew what he was going through.
" You don't need to worry about me - - all that matters is if our enemies are dead, "I look them dead in the eyes as I tell them to stop caring about me---because I chose to be a soldier---- so I can massacre those monsters.