Neil watched as Bloodboy's head exploded from the impact of his and Dominica's bullets. Then seconds later Matthew's bullet sent his collar into an explosion. Nathaniel Harris was dead. Blood Boy was dead. The torment. The hell they just went through. It was done. He was dead. Neil lowered his M16, and only briefly looked at the dead boy's mess of a body. He turned around and kneeled over Corbin, who was now covered in blood.
Neil Sinclair looked at him and said, "It's going to be ok Corbin. It will. We'll get you through this man. It's not bad. It's not I swear."
Corbin smiled, showing off his teeth which were stained in blood and chocked out some words.
"It's...over for me....get to the...barracks....lead SADD...."
Corbin's head rolled to his right as he looked up at Dominica. He hadn't trusted her when he first met her. She had killed before, and he was wary of letting her join SADD. Though, she had proved herself. Corbin could think of her as a...friend. Smiling up at the girl he spoke to her as best as he could.
"It's...not your fault...don't worry about it...thanks..." Corbin coughed up some more blood and reached up and felt the collar around his neck. They were still in a danger zone. They had to go.
Corbin, laying on the ground, his chest covered in blood from the gunshot wound and the cut from the sword, made a motion of move.
"Get...out of here. Danger...zone..."
Neil Sinclair knew he was right. He looked at Corbin's shoulder and saw the now bloody armband that read S.A.D.D.
Corbin's eyes glanced towards it and said, "I...made it...more in my...pack...we're a...team right?"
Neil nodded and felt a knot in his stomach. He felt like crying. He would have if it was under different circumstances. Corbin Arlen was dying right in front of him.
"Take...my pack....hurry....get....away..." Corbin chocked and started to cough some more, and with each cough more fluid left his mouth.
Neil reached over and slung Corbin's pack over his shoulder and stood up. Neil Sinclair now had splashes of Corbin Arlen's blood over him. He slowly started to back away, and said to Dominica, "Come on, hes right, we got to move. Now."
Neil now had his guitar, two packs, and his M16 slung over his shoulder. It was heavy and he would have to deal with that later, but as he started to back away from the scene, he picked up Blood Boy's sword. He didn't see the vile of poison on the ground. Nor was he paying attention and was mostly focused on getting away. Reaching Matthew Neil offered his free hand and said, "Come on. It's time to get out of here. We're going home man. We're going to go home."
Neil helped Matthew to his feet, and using his free arm he supported the weakened Matthew. Neil called to Dominica somberly, "Come on."
As Neil, who was helping Matthew, started to walk away, Corbin called out weakly.
"Neil...can I...make a song request?"
Neil turned around, not sure he heard Corbin correctly.
Corbin smiled and coughed and said, "I've always...been a fan...of...Don Mclean........"
Corbin Arlen sat in his favorite chair. It was a red comfortable cushioned chair with wheels he sat on behind the radio equipment in the radio room. He smiled as he maneuvered the chair up close and swung the mic down close to his face. He had this class the last period of the day, and Southridge was just about to be out for the day. During the passing periods in the hallways the speakers were put on the school radio station. Which was always fun for some dancing during the school day.
When the mic was close enough he pressed the "on" button and spoke.
"You just heard "Holding out for a hero" by Frou Frou requested by our very own Matthew Wittany. Good song choice Matt. Though that song reminds me of my next movie project, which I'm having an open casting call at my place Friday night. Be there at 5 everyone. It's going to be a great movie full of action, and plenty of heroes. Though that's something that Southridge isn't lacking of I'm assuming. Anyways, up next we have a request from Mr. Paul Smith to play one of his own bands songs on air here."
Corbin skillfully moved the mouse and brought up the song.
"As you all should know, Paul Smith is apart of the band Beneath the Hands of War which is playing Saturday night I believe down at Club Acts. I'm going to be there, so I better see you guys there too. I think Neil and his band the Headless Heroes are going to be going on right before Paul Smith. Looks like we got some future rock gods from Southridge here. Anyways, it's almost time for the bell to ring Southridge, and for those of you who are stuck in classes whos teachers aren't cool enough to let you listen to our very own radio station I'll start up Paul Smith's song "Trance Taxi" next for you all to hear on your way out of this place. Have a good afternoon everyone, this is Corbin Arlen from 91.5 KRSR signing off."
Corbin pressed the "off" button to his mic as the next song played.
He listened to the guitars and vocals all blend together and he leaned back on his chair and heard the bell ring signaling the end of another day. Standing up he signed out on the log sheet and grabbed his book bag and left the radio room. Soon he was surrounded by the students at Southridge, all heading about their business. He saw Neil Sinclair jumping up and down ahead playing air guitar surrounded by kids who were dressed as equally weird as him.
Corbin heard some shouting behind him and turned around to see Trey Leyton and Darnell Butler both making noise as they had a home game tonight against a rival wrestling team.
Corbin liked his school. He was glad he was a senior though he was going to miss these memories. He was going to miss these people. Corbin continued to walk through the crowded hallway to his locker, listening to the sound of the people around him.
Corbin coughed some more. There was no more pain for him. It was almost over. It was close. He had a good run. Would Khrysta be proud of him? He didn't survive, though in his defense either did she. Though, out of the original group, Corbin survived the longest. He kept smiling as he coughed up some more blood. Then he heard it. His last request.
"So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry."
Neil Sinclair walked Matthew until he saw that the red lights on their collars disappeared signaling they were out of the danger zone. They were in the jungle, and Neil couldn't see Corbin anymore, but he would play. He would play Corbin's last request. He had unstrapped his guitar and started to strum "American Pie". It was one of his favorite songs as well. He strung it loud in the rain and sang it loud for Corbin to hear.
Corbin did hear it.
"And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
Corbin continued to smile as he saw his world fade to black.
This'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.
Boy Number 34, Corbin Arlen -- DEAD