Sherrie is just getting out of the hospital the day after Christmas, which falls on a Sunday, five weeks after the Thanksgiving of Coretta's big attack. DNA evidence found that it had been Coretta's sister who had been killed, her DNA thoroughly messed up as their father was also their brother. Sherrie, Weaver, Gimu, Sergeant Conejo and Doctor Phyllis Palmer are sitting down to Christmas Dinner in the Whiteman AFP hospital mess hall when an alert sounded...
War is Hell! I think after so many of them we found that out. When the participants are someone you love, family even, then the 'gloves' come off and the only important thing is to 'kill' the bastards before they kill you. Family, to us that had a whole new meaning. It inspired what many would think of as 'extreme' measures. Screw it, they started it, now we were going to finish it; our way.
When my older sister Becci moved up to junior high school, she quickly developed some issues that kinda prevented her behaving towards me like a decent human being. One day when I was fourteen she went way too far and framed me for stealing beer. Our father massively over-reacted. I took the nuclear option. No winners here; we all lost out.
Fanfiction. Mary Sue. Because I’m bored. He stood over the crib, staring at himself as a baby—odd, disconcerting. But everything in his life had led to this: the final battle with the Dark Lord, and a chance to give his other self a better life. A sacrifice worth making.
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