Broken Soldier, Richard J. McHale [reading the story of the TXT] 📗

(the segway from dark angel to broken soldier. including a sneak peak at chap 1 of broken soldier)

They could see the storm coming, dark and foreboading.creeping slowly at them on the horizon. Building in intensity as it moves along... suddenly there was a bright flash of like and an audible scream like noise (even from 200 miles away) that can only be described as a fighter jet suddenly dropping out of mach flight and the sonic boom catches it up.. the light was only brief, and to a passerby or the untrained eye it would have appeared as just a blast of lightning, save for the scream of noise...

Mathias sighs deeply “i guess i dont get a break after all”..


Sneak peak at Broken Soldier..
Chapt. 1.. the Unknown visitor.
200 miles away his eyes snap open. As if he was waking up from a nightmare. All he was aware of of was that he was cold, wet through from the rain, laying flat on his back in a hollow between the road and a field. The rain falling straight down in his eyes. It reminded him of flying through space, passing stars..and then he felt the pain......


Chapt. 1.. the Unknown visitor.

200 miles away his eyes snap open. As if he was waking up from a nightmare. All he was aware of of was that he was cold, wet through from the rain, laying flat on his back in a hollow between the road and a field. The rain falling straight down in his eyes. It reminded him of flying through space, passing stars..and then he felt the pain.
he let the breath he was not taking fill his lunges and he felt a little bit of the pain in his chest subside. It dawned on him that this new sensation (what we would call mortality) gave him a feeling of finite existence, something he was not as of yet, used to. He slowly got to his feet, a low groan of pain slipping past his thin lips “damn it”, he thought “ I dont have the first fucking clue where i am and ive already broken something.” He winces at the pain his cracked ribs were giving him and began the slow pain filled climb up the short mildly steep embankment on the edge of the hollow to the road. Slipping through the now abundant and slick muck. “great, now where the hell am I?” he mused allowed, surprised he was now speaking english. He slowly looks left the right, trying to figure out where he is. Again the pain in his ribs grips him and he winces from it, almost doubling over, and wraps his arm around his chest, to steady his mind from the intese blinding pain. “fuck,” he thought, “i guess this is what being hurt feels like. Bad thing is im a million miles from nowhere”. Vaguely, off in the distance he could just barely make out a light. It appeared to be a window, though he was totally sure, due to the fog that was starting to seep through his brain. A combination of pain and sudden extreme fatigue. He didnt know if there would be anyone there, and he quite frankly did not care. He just wanted to get out of the storm. He began to stumble towards it, weaving like a drunkard, while the storm gained intensity and the darkness of the night began to feel like it could penetrate his body into his very soul.

“wow”, thought Lindsay. “someone is definately mad up there”. As she looked out her living room window at the storm. The intesity it was pounding her little house with had come along suddenly, sure it had been raining lightly all day but as night came on the storm whipped up like the fury of hell was being unleashed on the earth. With near knock out gale force winds and a darkness that seemed to swallow what meager light was being cast by her little 1800s era storm lamp, it pounded away.. Lindsay was glad she wasnt out in the storm, thankful she'd kept the old wood fueled fire place in the centre of her living room. Giving herself a mental pat on the back as she added another log to the small fire she had going, stoking it absentmindedly.

Suddenly her vision is blinded by the flash of light, and her house rattles from the scream of noise that seemed to come from the light itself.. she threw herself to the floor, thinking that it really was a fighter jet coming through her roof at her. But just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. As if someone had flipped a switch inside her brain..

Blinking a little trying to get her sight back, she slowly looks around. More to reasure herself that nothing happened than anything. She unwrapped her arms from around her head as she straightened out of the ball shed curled up into, which apparently shed thrown herself into when she dropped to the floor. Her ears where still ringing from the blast of noise, and she felt drained. Like shed worked a long shift at work.. she shifted slowly to her feet, testing her weight before she stood up completely, making sure her legs still worked. “I wonder what that was?” she thought. Completely comfused by the noise and light. She grabs her blanket from the back of the couch and wraps it around her shoulders, more to settle her nerves then to warm up, and she moves back to her favorite chair, where shed been reading a book a few minute before. She picked it up as she sank into the chair hoping she could get back into it again.. and wondering if it would help settle her nerves. Outside the storm rages on, almost as if its oblivious to the noise and light that had just happened only moment before....

Publication Date: 12-19-2011

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