Dimitriy had been in charge of bringing the weak prisoners of war out to the field to execute them by firing squad. the two usual soldiers that watched over him followed behind him in order to make sure that he had finished his duties. Dimitriy had his gun positioned at one of the prisoners heads as he ushered them to walk ahead. once they all had reached the field he ordered them to stand facing the opposite direction. one by one he began to fire his gun, he was un-fazed by the loud ringing in his ears as he continued to shoot them down. it was until one prisoner was left that chaos began, you see the boy did not realize that he had been followed nor did the soldiers whom always had watched him. it was until he heard one of the soldiers behind him fall that he realized they had been targeted. by whom you may ask; ROGER HOLLAND.
{unlike Dimitriy, Roger Holland was a soldier for the United States government and was their deadliest weapon. he was stationed with Dimitriy back in Okinawa and he also used to be his best friend. however, that all changed once Dimitriy had been captured and transformed into Japans deadliest soldier that happened to be involved in the most feared kill squad.}
Dimitriy had shot the remaining prisoner and turned to see what had happened behind him. his grip tightened on the gun, turning his knuckles pale white at the sight of the dead soldier; it was clear that the boy was pissed. his eyes scanned around the surrounding field until his eyes finally laid on Roger Holland. a wild look appeared in the boys eyes as he shot at him only to receive a bullet in return; which happened to hit Dimitriy in the arm. his bit down on his lip hard, drawing blood in the process as he attempted to cover up the pain that had been inflicted upon him. Roger on the other hand had taken the pain well from the bullet and was already healing from it, unlike Dimitriy whom was waiting for his spell that he cast earlier to kick in. as Roger walked closer he avoided any bullets that passed his way while continuing to shoot at Dimitriy with a blank expression on his face. instead of Dimitriy seeking help from the soldier beside him he used him as a shield to block the bullets that were aimed towards him; the soldiers that had watched over him were already deemed worthless by Dimitriy so he felt no remorse as he heard the man scream out in pain. as Dimitriy blocked the bullets he shot at Roger whom was growing closer by the second. once he had an opportunity to bombard the approaching soldier he took it. Dimitriy threw the now deceased body towards him and took out one of his knifes, the body did not take the soldier by surprise Roger just simply tossed it to the side as his eyes remained dull and blank. Dimitriy aimed his knife at the mans heart and threw it as if he was a dart board, however the mans clothing had stopped it from doing any lethal damage. Roger looked at the knife before glancing back at Dimitriy, he aimed his gun at the boys leg and simply shot it. Dimitriy took in a sharp breath as he felt the bullet puncture through his skin, his hazel eyes turned dark as a black substance began to drip from his eyes, he lifted his gun shot at Rogers chest without looking causing him to become disorientated for a split second. Dimitriy pulled him closer by his collar and placed the barrel of the gun over his heart;
as his dark hazel eyes met the others icy blue eyes for a split second it was as if a switch was turned off. he knew deep within that he knew this man from somewhere; it was the man from his dreams. the man whom he once caressed his cheek and the one whom he once planted a kiss upon his lips― and he couldn't bring himself to shoot him. he tossed his gun aside despite the constant screams in within his head telling him to finish the man off. his hazel eyes full of the most emotion they have had in a while, and it didn't matter when the bullets hit him he didn't feel a thing because what mattered most was that his friend was alright.
