[Hey kiddas, I've attempted to make a fanfiction, I haven't written in a while. I hope you like it. : D]

Summary: When two completely different worlds collide, what could the outcome bring? After Brendon's band goes on an indefinite hiatus, he is drafted off to war, and there is no turning back on the government. His life is turned from his dreams coming true, to his dreams being shattered and his life is hell. That is, until one of the nurses tends to him after a deadly attack, and saves his life.


Chapter 1: Let The Flames Begin


Today was exactly four months. Four months since Brendon had been called into war. Since he had woken up to the sound of the doorbell at his house, opening the front door to an official-looking man presenting him with a large cardboard box. After opening it, he realized what was going on. Inside were a couple of uniforms, one a heavy-threaded camouflage one, the other a bland green collared button-up shirt with darker forest green dress pants.

At this moment, he was dressed in that heavy uniform hunched over with his back against a trench wall, a rifle slung over his shoulder. His deep chocolate brown eyes scanned the vicinity. They had been called out to keep watch on the banks, and to patrol the surroundings of their base at camp. He had, many times in the past three hours, wanted to just head back to camp. There hadn't been any sign of their enemies for a couple of days now, and their commander was suspecting they were planning a surprise attack, and were only keeping silent to confuse them. However, they weren't stupid...but Brendon knew, just from his past four months of experience here, that their enemies would attack at night rather than broad daylight if they really were aiming for a 'surprise' attack. But this was war, and anything could happen at any time.

He looked over at his good friend, Micah, patting him on the shoulder. "Are you alright, man? You look a bit pale."

Micah simply nodded robotically, but Brendon felt a little concerned. "Come on, let's get you back to base." He said, then noticed Micah's doe-eyed expression.

He laughed a little. "We'll be fine, I promise. There's plenty of us out here, you need some sleep while you can get it." He glanced around them warily for a moment, giving one of the other soldiers a knowing look before he led Micah in a quick pace out of the trench and back to base.

The poor kid, he was only twenty and had just been sent over here not more than a week ago. Brendon had felt extremely overwhelmed his first month here, but as time went on, he grew to relax as much as possible in it, since he knew he was stuck here whether against his will or not. Micah was a whole foot shorter than Brendon, a bit pudgy, and was one of those kids who was real quiet but once he started talking, he caused never-ending laughter. Except for right now, he was sluggish.

It took no longer than five minutes before they reached the familiar green metal door. Shoving it open, he let Micah in ahead of him, glancing up at their commander's confused face. "He needs rest, if he doesn't, there's no way he can react in time if something happens." Seeing the commander nod, he gave Micah a small nod before heading back to the trenches.

He sat back in his spot, his back against the tough dirt wall, cradling his rifle in his arms. He closed his eyes briefly to rest them, sighing in slight discomfort. After a few seconds, he suddenly saw a shore, with soft sand and soothing waves rocking from the crystal blue water, with a relaxing warm breeze. The sun was beaming down on his skin, which felt unnaturally hot on his pale skin. Just as he was about to completely drift off to sleep, the burn on his arm was intensifying. His eyes shot open, looking down to see a chunk of a grenade shell burning his skin. He took in a sharp breath before quickly swiping the shell away, scanning the red and pink mark left on his arm.

"Damnit." He muttered, then his head shot to the side when an enormous eruption was heard in the very near distance.

His body instantly reacted into a fetal position when he caught site of the earth being thrown up into the sky, shrouding them in dust, debris, and smoke. When he heard the chief's command to prepare themselves, he sat up, squinting through the dust while his fingers worked on their own to set up his rifle. Their enemies had arrived, threatening them with hand grenades, which was blinding them in a fog of dust. He loaded his rifle and aimed it out where he could spot the silhouette of an enemy, his eye focusing on the target before he pulled the trigger until he heard the all too familiar gunshot.

The battle had to last a half hour by this point, before everything was clear, including the polluted air. A couple of their men had suffered some minor injuries, but nothing they couldn't handle in due time. It was only a small attack, nothing half as bad as they had already been through or were expecting. After they began carrying the injured men back to base to mend their wounds, Brendon felt a sudden overwhelming sense of nostalgia. He had mostly become adapted here by now, in this desert, but he missed home in Nevada so much more. He missed his band most of all. Though he knew even if they hadn't gone on hiatus...he still would've had to come here to defend his country regardless, unless he wanted to spend time in jail.

Throughout the night, they had been called out on several occasions to a few different locations. A couple were only flukes, some of the men had heard things and confused them for ambushes, and the other couple of times, they had taken down a couple of their enemies who were trying to sneak attack them since it was nightfall now. Brendon headed outside after twenty minutes of not being called back out, leaning against the base house wall. He reached in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. He had never smoked before being drafted, but he knew it wasn't a habit that would last long, at least as long as he wasn't going to be here longer than expected. But when they were in the Army, their choices of hobbies were scarce and limited, and smoking cigarettes and cigars along with card games, were their only ways to pass the time other than waiting impatiently to take some sort of action.

He took a long drag on the nicotine stick, exhaling the smoke out into the navy blue, star-littered night sky. If every night could be like this -silent and peaceful- he wouldn't mind it as much. He heard the creak of the door open beside him, looking over to see Micah.

Brendon smiled and gently punched him in the arm. "Feel better?" He asked.

Micah nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, now give me a light." He laughed a bit, while Brendon tossed him his lighter while Micah stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit the end of it.

Brendon took his lighter back, allowing his mind to wander a bit. A.D.D and war were not two things that often went well hand-in-hand. He couldn't believe how much his perspectives had changed over the last few months. He was still the same Brendon, still the same quirky personality, he just looked at things with a new angle. He now realized just how fragile life really was, after being naive for his young life. He was only twenty-two, and already, he had seen more people, brothers in arms, being killed in front of his very eyes...more than he ever wanted to.

"It's eerily quiet." Micah noted, breaking Brendon from his thoughts. Brendon nodded, then looked out onto the empty desert sand shrouded in trees in the distance.

"I still think something is up," Brendon said, keeping his voice low.

Micah shrugged shortly, "Kid, anything can happen." He said, patting Brendon on the shoulder. Brendon found it amusing how Micah referred to him as 'kid' when he was two years older than him.

Micah headed back into the house, but stopped at the threshold and looked back at Brendon. "Bren, you wanna have another go at some poker?" he asked, his eyebrows wriggling up and down. "We'll go easy on you this time." He snickered, and Brendon grinned.

"Oh, you're i for a whipping of the ass." Brendon said confidently. He had lost the last six games...but he knew he could win eventually. The game had been like no other, it was full of laughter, and for the first time...Brendon forgot that he was in a war. That is, until the entire camp shook violently as if an earthquake had struck. They all froze in their seats for a second, eyeballing each other as if mentally asking the same question, 'what the hell was that?'.

Brendon and the rest of them shot up from their seats, grabbing their rifles. Their commander stepped out from the other room, using hand gestures to signify their directions. Brendon understood, they were under the spontaneous ambush he had been reluctantly been anticipating this whole time. He grabbed his helmet and strapped it securely around his head, strapping his weapons belt around his waist while he followed a couple of the guys to the back door, preparing for whatever was to come. He could see through the glass-block window the faded yellow and orange of the rising sun below the horizon off in the distance. He released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. Within a couple of seconds, the leading man in front of him burst through the door to lead them outside. Brendon's eyes widened, then he composed himself and focused on the mass amounts of the enemies littering the grounds. He ducked behind a large boulder that was just barely bigger than him after someone shot in his direction. Right after, he arched around the boulder and fired, watching as he successfully brought down his enemy. A good twenty minutes, lots of sweat, and bruises later, he could hear their commander crying out to retreat. Brendon frowned, were they that overrun already? He hastily made his way over to a group of men that seemed to not have heard the warning, avoiding the air born bullets as he did.

"They're calling us back!" He alarmed them, the paused in motion when he heard the thundering of helicopters hovering down toward them. He blocked the roaring winds from his eyes with his arm, then his attention was stolen when he looked over to see one of their men, who he immediately recognized as Micah, being flooded by their opponents. Brendon instantly ran over toward him, dodging bullets here and there, while ignoring the helicopters that had come to rescue them.

"Micah!" He called, and when he approached the three men attacking him, he used all his force and kicked one of them square in the face, hearing the sickening twist of his neck while he fell limply to the ground. A fist met with Brendon's jaw, and without hesitation, he ripped out the swiss army knife from his belt and thrusted it into the man's thigh. After he was down, he looked at the last man in his vision, then was eye-to-eye with his fun. His heart began racing, and before he could think of what to do, he squeezed his eyes shut, this was it...this was the end of his short-lived life.

He then heard a gunshot...but if he had been hit, he wouldn't have heard that, right? He opened his eye, looking with widened eyes as Micah grasped his own chest with blood-stained hands. Brendon quickly looked at the enemy, who was limping over to fetch his gun that had been thrown out of his hands after he had shot Micah. Brendon launched his body into his, pinning him to the ground before grabbing the enemy's own gun, and killing him with it.

He crawled over to Micah, his breathing coming in quick pants now.

"Micah, talk to me, what hurts?" he asked breathlessly, though Micah only grasped at his chest again. Brendon gently removed his hands from it, only to see the material of his uniform stained in blood. He couldn't find the source of the wound wound directly, but he had no time. He hauled Micah over his shoulders, they needed to get out of here - there were groups of enemies not far from them now.

"I c-can't move anything, B-bren." Micah stuttered while Brendon ran as fast as he could to the last helicopter.

"Just hang in there Micah, I'm going to get you out of here...I promise." Brendon said sincerely, meaning every word. Just as they were approaching the helicopter, he noticed it was beginning to lift from the ground.

"Wait! Wait for us, we're getting on!" He yelled after it, hoping the pilot could hear him over the roaring winds. He caught up with the helicopter just in time, while the pilot instructed his passenger pilot to take Micah after they eyed them to make sure they were the U.S. Army, and not the others.

Brendon lifted Micah up into the arms of the passenger pilot, "Be careful, he's in fragile condition."

Then just as he stepped onto the floor of the copter, his eyes widened when he saw the mass of enemies across the field. His eyes settled on one man alone, the one bearing a rocket launcher.

"Shit, shit, let's go! He's got a launcher!" Brendon screamed, hurling himself on the helicopter just as it began lifting from the ground. His heart was racing so fast and pumping so hard, he was almost sure it would burst out of his skeleton. He looked around to find Micah slumped in the back seat of the helicopter, his hand still placed over his chest.

"B-bren, come here. I need you to do something...for m-me." Micah quivered, and Brendon obeyed just as the helicopter was on its way.

"Yeah, what's up man?" Brendon asked solemnly, sitting beside him.

"I...I need you to give this to my fiancée." Micah's hand shook until it reached the inside of his jacket, pulling out a slightly reddened white piece of paper. Brendon's heart fell through his stomach, he couldn't do this...well, he would, Micah was his best friend here...but he wasn't prepared for anything like this. When Micah handed it to him with tears threatening to fall at his eyes, Brendon slowly reached out to take it.

"Please, it's all I want." His voice choked up, and Brendon felt suddenly overwhelmed in emotion. He pulled his best friend into a tight hug, but nothing that would irritate his wounds. The soldiers each wrote letters to their families when being called in to a war, and Micah was giving Brendon the responsibility to pass it on to his fiancée. He pulled away from Micah, who felt colder than usual. Brendon turned around to look at the co-pilot.

"Do you have any gauze or something? So I can-" he flinched at the deafening sound of a bullet piercing through the glass to the left of the pilot, he and the co-pilot stared in shock as their pilot fell limply to the side. Just then, the helicopter was beginning to lost control as the co-pilot carefully climbed over the pilot's limp body, trying to configure the copter before it could go too haywire. Brendon tried steadying Micah and himself, but the helicopter was flailing violently.

Micah's eyes were shockingly wide, and Brendon looked at him, patting him reassuringly on the arm. "We're going to be fi-" For the second time in a matter of seconds, he was cut off by an ear-shattering explosion at the back of the helicopter, and Brendon's body was launched forward out of his control into the windshield. Fire was seeping quickly into the helicopter, and Brendon could feel himself being taken down with it. He tried as hard as he could to pull himself forward to reach Micah, but gravity was defying against him. Heat flooded his lungs, suppressing the oxygen reaching his lungs. Before he could make another move, everything was black and silent.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Tarasaurus,

*gulps* i hate war stories....all the good guys die...

THAT, was a really good opening chapter. You could picture what was happening easily. I love how it's not like normal fan-fics.
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: D! Thank yoou! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things with fanfictions, xD. I haven't written for a long time.

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Originally posted by Crazy Sparkle Monster:
*gulps* i hate war stories....all the good guys die...

Oh don't worry, there's probably not going to be anymore war scenes, unless it's a flashback or something. *Is trying not to spoil anything* xD.

Haha sorry that was pretty crap commenting on my behalf, I find it hard to describe what I'm trying to tell the author. >.<

anyway, as I said, your story is really good.
Kudos.

I love this!

Thanks everyone! <3
I'll be posting chapter 2 tomorrow I think, I should have time. I hope I get more readers, xD! Mibba is taking forever to accept it/tell me my errors. Haha.

OMFG! THIS IS SOO GOOD!!!!

the imagery you used was awesome

i could picture everything so clearly

UPDATE!!!!!!!

:O! Thank you so much! I'll be posting the second chapter tomorrow instead of today, I forgot I had school today, lmao.

Thanks again, everybody.

your welcome! kqtm, though mine wasn't very positive...i meant it in a good way though...

Oh, it's no problem! xD and it's understandable, i should probably put up warnings for what's in the story as they do on Mibba and such.

so ur writing more, right? =)

Yepp! I'm typing up the 2nd chapter now, I hope it doesn't suck, I think it's going to be pretty long. >.>

does anyone else die? *whimpers*

:O! I can't say! Haha, to be honest, I'm kind of going along with the story and making things up as I go, so anything can happen. x]