Vendetta

The ground blackened with blood as a horrible battle raged on. It wasn't clear who was the winner, or loser, and eventually that didn't matter. Medics from both sides rushed to the aid of fallen men. Most had no idea whom they were helping, since it didn't matter; all the blood that was shed was crimson.

One young medic rushed to the aid of a man who screamed out for him. As the medic approched, it soon became apparent who the wounded solider was. The man went by the name of Grim, and was popular with the ladies. Grim, however, fancied one lady in particular. The lady in question was the medic's younger sister. She was just shy of turning twenty before Grim showed up.

"You took my sister away from me." The man hissed.

He had forgotten a battle raged around him, since at this moment there was only him and his hate for Grim.

"L-look kid. Whatever vendetta you h-have against me can wait." Grim pleaded as he held his side. Blood poured over his fingers, he wouldn't last much longer.

The medic relaxed himself, and rushed over to him, and began to stop the bleeding. The man was right, even though he had lost his sister, there was no reason to let this man die. She was a free woman, and acted on her own accord. He just wished she had chosen someone else.