.. Don't Think .. Don't Look ..

Check the stones again.

Blood!! ... could feel it trickling down his arm ... down to his hand and pausing at his fingertips .... it had filled some of the craters in the tarmac .... little red lakes.

Movement?? .... from the ruined building at the other side of the road.

Soldier Two .... looking over at him ... making Wanking movements with his clenched fist?? ..

What the F uck??

Jerking his hand ...then tapping his head?

He remembers ...
A Hand signal ... An Order!!

Come! .... Come to me! ... Come to me now!!

F.uck off W.anker - he mouthed silently back ..!!

Overhead the Lynx is circling ... adding to the chatter in his head .... the .50Cal opens up again ... short .. expert bursts ... not wanting to jam the weapon ... 'T1' poking his spitting, lead finger at the protective embankment, eating away at the soil ... hunting him down.

Yes !!.... as the reality button is punched again ... he must get up ... leave the crumbling sanctury ... leave the 'Stones' and the 'Order' he had created ... Leave the Red Lakes ..

Yes !!... he had to run across that open space ... past the hungry nympho ... over that butchers shop of a road ... tramping on what was left ... lying there ... the stuff he was'nt going to look at. For thats all it was now ...'Stuff' ... not the warmth and companionship it was just minutes before ... just ... Stuff!!

When this last Red Lake is filled ... Then .... he'll go.
When this last drop ... tentatively hanging from his fingertips ... leaves his body and starts its descent into the Red lake ...

Only then will he go ..

he will Run ..

he will Come..

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