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Meet me on the battlefield

Chapter 8 Mikey's POV

*~*Mikey's POV*~*

As time proved to show, I actually liked kitchen duty. Jacky was erratic at times, and got easily annoyed with how we did things, which caused him to yell, but aside from that, he was an interesting guy. Frank joined us once in a while, but Jacky would kick him out after a short time, sending him off to do anything, which was usually avoiding Bert and his posse, who we learned just about everyone liked. They were the ones who would lead everyone into the battle, and generally gave hope of winning, or that's what people would say, for all we know, they could be too scared to give their honest opinion.
Regardless, we hardly saw Frank, and at times I tended to forget about him, and I became closer to Alex.
On the last day of our 'punishment', we were cutting some vegetables to put as a side for supper that night. Jacky said that fresh vegetables were like a delicacy in the war camps and that a majority of the soldiers went crazy over them, which was a strange thought considering most of the men were huge and just picturing them doing so was a funny thought.
"The last time we had tomatoes like this, was maybe a few weeks before you showed up? There was a fight among a group because someone's slices were bigger than theirs, so Alex make sure they're all the same. I'll be measuring them to make sure," Jacky paused and Alex froze and stared at him before he cracked up. "I'm joking, boy, do you really think I'd go and measure a thousand slices of tomatoes?"
"You never know. I never thought I'd be kidnapped and taken here against my will," Alex said seriously, ruining the joking mood of the kitchen tent. He wasn't a happy boy all the time, but he refused to talk about anything relating to his past.
I looked over at Alex from where I sat, scrubbing some of Jacky's pots. Jacky quickly realized I was no help with cutting foods, considering when I first tried I almost cut the tip of my finger off, so I've been stuck with washing dishes and stirring, and calling out to them when something's done cooking. "Unless you're going to talk about it, don't bring it up," I said, as I always did. He turned and glared at me and I shrugged. "I like you Alex, you're a good guy but you just ruin the mood of everything. Either talk about it or don't bring it up."
"You want to know?" Alex asked, and I nodded, I was curious to know about the friend he was racing against when he was snatched. "I was racing my friend, Jack, and I was winning, obviously, I'm good at holding on tight to my horse, and not falling off, unlike him. I was speeding down the path when I noticed a blockade and I slowed down, and they told me to get off my horse and that was it. I joined you in that carriage and now I'm here." Alex was silent for a moment, continuing to cut some tomatoes. "I just wonder when Jack came across my horse and figured out what happened in his mind. I figure by the time he got to my horse, we were just going over the hill and unless he saw us, he would never have an idea what happened..."
No one spoke for a while in the tent, just continuing with their work. "It's really sad when you take into consideration I'm his only family. Both of his parents died when we were in school and his brother left without another word..." It was strange to hear Alex talk openly about something. I've known him for just about a week, and I could already tell this was a side of him no one saw. "He was also the only family I had, which makes the whole situation worse. We were great friends, and I really wish I could go back to that day and not challenge him to the stupid race."
I glanced up at him and he seemed saddened. "I'll make sure you get back home, Alex, just you wait."
Alex smiled, turning to face me. Jacky was in his own little corner, watching the two of us. He didn't say anything and silently we all went back to work as if nothing had happened, that Alex hadn't opened up a small portion of his past.
"Mikey!" Frank came running into the tent, almost tripping over his own two feet. "Guess what! I got my gun today, and I hit the target right on multiple times and people complimented me!" Frank was grinning from ear to ear as he spoke and I gave him a thumbs up from where I was sitting, a heavy pot between my legs as I scrubbed. "Hold back your enthusiasm, Mikey, you're killing me."
I raised my middle finger to him and shook his head and started to ignore me.
"You don't realize how amazing this is. I'm bad at shooting, or I thought I was. I'm actually pretty good, someone even talked about me being a sniper with them, like for secret missions if those ever happen..." Frank trailed off when he realized no one was listening. "Ever since you two got put here you've been ignoring me. It's not nice."
"They're busy working through their punishment you gave them," Jacky said from his corner, "and we don't take kindly to strangers here."
Frank glared at Jacky and left. He didn't like Jacky, or Alex much, and didn't understand how I could spend my days with them. "I'll see you at supper," I called out to Frank, knowing he was right outside the tent, waiting for me to follow him out and say something nice to him.
"That kid is strange, getting excited over being able to shoot a gun," Jacky said, going to work on pouring ingredients into one of the pots I just cleaned and carrying it outside to the stove.
"He's strange in general," Alex said when Jacky came back. "He likes cuddling right up to Mikey when we're sleeping, I'll wake up to him pushing me away from Mikey and he'll drape himself all over you," Alex pointed at me with the knife.
"Let's not forget, Alex, that you pull my arm around you in your sleep," I said and he glowered at me. I shrugged. "I couldn't care less, though. It just means more body heat for me and that I'm likable."
Jacky laughed from his spot where he was digging around in a cabinet for something. "All three of you are strange, let's just leave it at that."
I stood up and carried the pots I finished over to where Jacky would store them between meals. I went over to Alex and swiped up some of the tomatoes he had cut up and put them into a bowl near him, giving him more cutting space. He still had half a crate left to cut before he would be done, and he didn't seem too excited.
"I'd help, but do you really want my fingers mixed in? I don't think so."
"I'm sure Bert wouldn't mind, he'd seem like the first one of everyone to go cannibalistic."
I pondered the thought and nodded, "he does. I'm now scared he's going to try to kill me in my sleep. Good thing I have you and Frank to protect my body." I elbowed him and he threatened me with the knife, but cracked a smile when I took a few steps back, so I knew he wasn't actually angry.
"I have to protect my new friend, otherwise I'm just stuck here with Frank."
I silently started to wonder just what was wrong with Frank and why Jacky and Alex seemed to hate him so much, he wasn't a bad guy. Sure, he got in trouble a lot, but that's just who he was, and he could be a little overwhelming at times, but that didn't make him a bad guy, did it? I shook the thought out of my head and walked out to the back of the tent where Jacky was already hard at work of mixing various things together to make the usual gruel that was served among the Confederate soldiers.
"What can I help with?"
"Of course, I get the one who can't do anything," Jacky grumbled, and I knew not to take offence. "Just stir this together until it's all mixed in, then call me over when it's done."
I peered into the giant pot and saw the ingredients scattered about an I grabbed a giant wooden spoon an started stirring. It was a hard task at first, since none of the foods wanted to move, but after a few minutes I got everything mixed in and that was that.

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Jacky had me dishing out the food for him to hand to soldiers with Alex, an assembly line method that made it go by so much faster than when Jacky would have to do it on his own. I was almost sad to leave kitchen duty, because I basically spent my whole day cooking and cleaning, and some lessons on how to shoot from Jacky. I wasn't a terrible shot, I was better than Alex and that's all I cared about.
I grabbed a bowl for myself and carried it out to where Frank was sitting, on a log we'd found on the outskirts of the camp and brought closer in to sit on, not taking a chance with any other seats that were scattered around.
"Sorry about earlier, I'm glad you're a good shot," I said, dipping my spoon into the gruel. I offered him the tomatoes which he took without a word. The food wasn't a great taste, and gradually it started to lose what little flavor it had the more I ate it. "After today we'll have the same duties, so we can see each other more," again, Frank didn't say anything.
I stopped making conversation with him and made him scoot over as Alex came closer with his own bowl. He had to stay longer to help Jacky put away the leftovers for tomorrow, since I had helped with that yesterday. Frank glared at Alex from his spot and got up, taking his now empty bowl back to the kitchen tent and headed into the tent where we slept.
"He seems off," I noted, eating another couple spoonfuls of the gruel. Alex didn't say anything.
"When he took his food, he glared at me. I don't think he likes me at all."
"He's not one to like people who don't like him," I said, a little annoyed. I still didn't understand how Alex didn't like Frank, because Frank had never given him a good enough reason. Then again, there was the fight, and Alex did get pretty beaten up...But that only happened because Alex jumped into the middle of the fight.
Alex didn't say anything and I got up to leave, taking my bowl with me. I dropped it off at the tent and left without saying a word to Jacky and followed Frank to the tent, and was shocked by what I saw. He was talking to one of the guys in Bert's posse, the one with dark colored hair, the one who I pulled off of Frank. I paused at the entrance of the tent and the watched them. I know Frank saw me but he was ignoring me, smiling at whatever his name was.
"Yeah, I'll do guard with you tonight, starts at midnight right? You might have to wake up me," I heard Frank say with a laugh at the end, and the other guy patted his shoulder and then he turned around, seeing me for the first time. He looked startled and he pushed past me hurriedly.
"Are you friends with him now?" I asked, pointing in the direction the guy left. Just a few days ago, Frank was saying how much he hated Bert and he wanted to kill him, and now he was friends with one of Bert's little minions? Something didn't feel right.
"Just Jeph, he's the nice one, which you would know if you've been listening to me." Frank said, "He's been nicer to me than you have this past week." Frank shrugged like he didn't see a problem in it at all.
"Just yesterday you told me you wanted to kill them, saying something about Bert threatening you-"
"And Jeph told Quinn and Branden to take him away so he could calm down. Then the two of us started talking and he was saying how Bert was such an asshole, and he was telling me not to let it get to me, which is more than anyone's done to take an interest in me all week! Now go back to your new puppet Alex and forget I exist."
I wanted so much to yell back at him and just launch myself at him, but I controlled myself when I realized what he'd just said. "Are you jealous of Alex?" I asked in a calm voice, and I noticed him grinding his teeth together, refusing to look at me. "You're acting like a child because you're jealous of Alex?"
"We were friends before all this, and you ditch me for him!"
"I've been stuck in the kitchen with him and Jacky for a week, we've become friends but you're still my best friend, Frank, nothing could change that except your attitude now." Frank stepped forward, walking until he was just a foot away from me, looking about as angry as I'd ever seen him.
"Then I guess we're not friends anymore. I hope you burn in hell Mister Way."

Comments

@falloutlies
sorry for not updating! it just would never let me log in so i couldn't :/
but i'm back now :)
i'm glad you liked the story! :D
Yes. Yesyesyes. Thanks for finally updating! One of my favorite FanFictions on here. Hope you'll write some more hint hint wink wink c:
falloutlies falloutlies
9/5/13
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falloutlies falloutlies
4/27/13
@fake sunsets.
haha, it's okay.
I'm really glad you like it :)
westolethefire westolethefire
10/29/12