BADUM! BADUUM!
BAAANG! BAAANG! BAAANG!
"Wake up! Please wake up! We're going to make it!" The cries of a teenager in a Green Turtle Battalion soldier's uniform were muffled amid the sound of explosions and gunfire. The cannons sounded to each other as if they were showing the power of their respective battalion leaders.
"Ugh.." a woman in the same soldier's uniform - just reaching for empty air. Looking for the truth over his future when all looks increasingly abstract and blurry. The blue sky above them with white clouds that adorned them so beautifully in her beautiful eyes. "Lia... you'll survive! We will get married and live happily ever after," the teenage boy who had been crying, propping up the body of the female soldier in his arms, continued to babble, giving hope between the two of them. Everyone who lives in this world knows there is no hope for the world.
"When the world is peaceful, I want to live in a simple house with a very large yard," Lia's sweet voice—the woman with long black hair was heard amid the waves. A man who looked her age hugged her from behind, channelling a sense of warmth between the two.
"You'll get it," The man replied with a nodding smile—gazing at the sunset on the western horizon with the beautiful ocean in the background.
"Really? Then promise to marry me, Jeremy! We will have many healthy children." Lia clasped the hand that was hugging her waist. "I will continue to wait until that peaceful day comes. Promise peace to me, our country, and this world, Commander."
With blast wounds all over her body, the tough woman named Lia smiled painfully. To the top of the pile he loved. "Peace," his voice sounded trembling.
"Yes, I'll give it to you! Don't leave me!"
"Je – remmy... Ughh..." A blood clot forced its way out of his mouth. The face exposed to the dust of War still looks beautiful even though it has been filled with blood. Lia looked at the face of the man she loved, smiling amid her pain. But it's going to ruin everything. He is willing to reach a far more peaceful world than this earth.
Farewell Commander.
"Lia! Lia..." The roaring cry was heard. Fused into one in the middle of a sea of fire that burns everything together with the sounds of cannons that are still fun to fight.
"Commander! We're desperate!" Someone from the battalion led by a teenager named Jeremy reported. "Commander!"
BAAANG! BAAANG!
Before he could finish his sentence to strengthen the hearts of their leaders who had just been living with their lovers and colleagues, several bullets pierced his body.
Jeremy's eyes rounded, his heart beating incoherently. He just lost a friend, and now he has to lose another. He got up and fired from behind a pile of sandbags that were provided to be a hiding place. His eyes looked in all directions, looking for who part of his army was pressing.
"No..." He muttered as he saw the dead bodies lying were members of his battalion. They just left him. His entire battalion was destroyed. It's his fault. He lets himself focus on Lia and abandons his entire army. He killed them.
With tears running down his cheeks, Jeremy came out of hiding, shooting bravely at anyone who appeared before him. "DIE YOU BASTARDS!" it sounds like a scream. Until he realized that the earth on which he stood was different. The green land of his country's borders was no longer green—it was a terrible red.
~G.0.D~
"Check over there," Came a commanding old man from the front of a tube in the middle of a large room filled with super-powerful computers.
Large screens adorn the light blue walls, and people in white coats seem to pass by-showing they are busy people. Flip through the paper in their hands, press buttons on unusual computers, or stare at big screens displaying strange data that ordinary people cannot understand.
"How's the heartbeat?" The older man asked again.
"Normal, sir!" Replied the other man in the white coat.
"Papa..." a twelve-year-old boy stared in disbelief at the man in the tube. The look in his eyes described great admiration. "Who is he?" he asked the father, who turned out to be an old man and became the Human War Development Laboratory leader.
"Yoshua, can you not disturb Papa?"
"Papa... If Yoshua asked, Papa should have answered!" argued Yoshua, a twelve-year-old boy, to his father.
"He's Papa's research material."
"Whoa... great!" The boy screeched at the man in the tube, probably a little older than him.
Until...
"Very well, sir. The main computer detected a virus that attacked the main object." A screech was heard. "No! We lost the memory."
"Make sure he doesn't lose any key elements we put in his DNA. Keep it up!" The head of the laboratory is busy pressing the keyboard on the tube.
"Sir... His heart is weakening!"
"Add the pressure. Don't let him die and lose any of his main weapons."
"His breath is gone, Sir!"
"What–"
"We have lost him, Sir."
The head of the laboratory grinned. Why did his almost perfect invention have to fail again? "Throw him out!" his orders were absolute, then out of his workplace. Yoshua -his son, stared at the man in the tube. "You look great."
Yoshua painstakingly pulled out the canister of the human body he had rescued from his father's experimental dump. He sat the man on his bed. "Hello... What's your name?" He started his monologue. The guy's never going to answer that. He's dead. That heart's not even beating.
"Well, let's name it... How about Aidan?" He babbled again. "Let's clean you up, Aidan."
~G.0.D~
"The Giorgi border became a battleground between the forces of the Western and Eastern allies that destroyed the area. Kor—" Twiitt, a nine-year-old boy, presses with emotion the off button on his TV remote. He sighed, in fact—if I can be honest, he was fed up.
"Ah... Mom and Dad aren't coming home, are they?" He asked who it was when he saw the TV room wall clock that showed twelve past fifteen minutes. The child yawns occasionally. "So boring", He grumbled, walking towards the refrigerator. Take a bottle of mineral water and immediately gulp it down.
He walked up the stairs to his room. He looked down at the few books he had left. He glanced at the PSP that rolled helplessly on his mattress. "Ahh... I'm also tired of playing." He complained.
He looked at a box on his desk. He was pressing the button on top of the box to bring up a hologram screen that looked real and clear. "Let's see where we got to last time," He whispered in a terrible tone.
He was typing on that screen. Writing on a white screen is like a clean future without blemish. "I'm The God! And the War is caused Me -G.0.D- I guess it wouldn't matter if it were made a little more exciting?" He stroked his chin. It's a funny thing for a kid his age to do. "Ahh! I seem to have forgotten to send you the script that Prof. Ferdinand. Yeah... how is this, Vixon Wolf? You can make him ask you to make more scripts." The boy screamed while grabbing his hair, frustrated.