#thisiswhatidream

Date: November 27th 1939

Location: Polish boarders

Axis Powers

The only thing Alec could feel was the coldness of his feet as bullets and bombs rained down all around him like a storm. As he ran through the snow, taking cover behind trees, the boy could almost feel as the blood began to freeze in his toes. He wondered how long it would be before they started falling off. He'd seen it happen to fellow soldiers in his squad. Losing toes was now a common thing. Keep moving.The only think worse than dying would be dying a coward. What would your father say? Imagine his disappointment and dishonor. He would spit on your grave. 

Fueled by anger, the boy kept pressing forward, dogging bullets that landed mere inches away from he stepped. If there was one thing he'd learned since the start of the war was don't think, just do. If he let his emotions take over he'd be dead in a heartbeat and he wasn't going to let his father have the satisfaction of living without him. Smart boy. Except you're not going to last very long. You're a whiny little bitch who's going to get himself killed on purpose. Pathetic.  

Time was a concept that did not apply during times of war. Five minutes could feel like five hours or vice versa. That's why when the bullets stopped flying and everything went eerily silent, the boy stood there heaving, his exhaustion only just catching up with him. You're not going to keep getting lucky for very long. But as Alec looked around to see if there were any survivors left in between the blood-stained snow, he saw a boy about his age crouching behind a tree. He was an enemy, and enemies had to be taken care of. You know what you've got to do.

thank you im just so indecisive with themes i literally can not keep one for longer than a couple of weeks 

ashingaway answered: better than mine

i misread nicholas hoult as nicholas cage and i’m quietly laughing into the sun

[ho-ho-holy shit wow]

-laughs and slowly begins to cry-

Run. Run. Run. That was all he was trying to do. One feet forward and then the other. His right eye was starting to swell as Alec made his way out the door. His ribs were throbbing and his nose was bleeding as he got into his car and started the engine. He had to get out of there as fast as possible. Where are you going to go? Poor little homeless Alec doesn't have any friends, so where will he go? Don't wanna sleep in the streets again now, do we? 

Pulling out of the driveway, the boy took out his phone from his pocket and dialed the only person who he knew wouldn't hang up on him. He called John. His friend, if you could call it that. He wasn't even sure, but he needed a place to stay because he was sick of cheap motels and park benches. Once John picked up the phone, the boy tried to explain his situation with as little words as he could, but it all came out in a jumbled mess. In the end he just asked for the other's address, hoping that he wouldn't turn Alec down. 

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.