A SOMBRE SUPPLICATION FOR A SHATTERED HEART

A SOMBRE SUPPLICATION FOR A SHATTERED HEART
A novel by,
COUNT: V V Nicolzah

He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 3:11
(KLV)


Prologue
When personal development becomes your ultimate choice.


Chapter One
Decisions are based on manipulating

"Kessy! Where are you right now?"
In a low voice, LK-8 shifted her weight to the opposite side with finesse. "You made a commitment to me!" She revealed her feelings of powerlessness and how she was succumbing to another wave of sadness.

She began to twitch slightly. Then she snorted. Her erie groan morphed into a near silent grunt. This child was no longer fully humanoid. Which made this particular fully blooded American something rather rare and quite special.

Kind of like a superhero in which no fool ever fucked with.

But there was a lovely silence that lingered, unbroken by any new sounds. No more preparations have been taken to assist this restricted combat Marine, despite the fact that she is currently in danger.

What on earth is that aroma? To put it simply, this is the ludicrous way to characterise any aroma.

"That was never intended to be." Thought to herself, the young woman, who was just twenty-three years old. "I am feeling quite unwell. Bearing an unbearable, crushing burden. Why he continues to disregard me is beyond me."

She laughed with an intense desire for retribution. Her relentless fury, which she concealed within herself. The primary weapon she required. In nearly all conflicts of interest.

"Now we have issues... do we not!" LK-8 reached deep into her combat ASO bag only to get more confused as she sifted around amongst her combat gear, desperately searching for the last bottle of her badly needed medication. Haloperidol. Her crutch. Her downfall. LK-8's need to go on.

Haloperidol is used to control the symptoms of Tourette's disorder. This medicine should not be used to treat behavior problems in older adult patients who have dementia. This treatment is also utilised to manage the symptoms associated with Tourette's disorder. This medication is not indicated for addressing behavioural issues in elderly patients diagnosed with dementia.

The childish Marine grinned to herself, punctuating it with a humorous snap of her fingers.

"I appreciate their professional demeanour when addressing the grievances of dissatisfied patients. You're so stupid; figure it out. Why don't you try putting this bad ass marine down? No one else has ever understood, and I've never had a friend who was close enough for me to confide in."

The young lady began to tremble slightly inside. "Nobody! AND I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE!"

A tear sprang out of nowhere. "Never in my life have anyone ever given me a fair chance to show them that I am worthy. I guess."

Then a notion rode in on the dusty trail!

"Well now, that sure was a hoot!" LK-8 let out a hearty chuckle at her own reflection, gazing into that cracked and stretched shard of glass.

"Yo sexy, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, darlin'!" She let out a wild howl, echoing through the dusty plains! "It is unsurprising that my company consistently assign me to work alone!"

An object has fallen to the ground over there, and something is moving within that chaotic flour-strewn space.

"Shut up dumbass... I'm trying to get something done here... thank you very much!" Muttered LK-8 to her innerselve forewarning thought wave intensity device resting within the forefront of her cranium.

"OMG! I found my liquish!" The insane in the membrane child quickly shoved a full yard of black liquorice stick into her willing mouth!
"Oh how I adore these lil mah-fuggers!" She exclaimed. "This shit's better than sex, man! Maybe?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere surrounding her became humid and somewhat understated. How unsettling, she pondered, glancing to her left and then back to her right. "PHEW! WHO FUG'N SHIT?"

"Why do you always get so anxious when I'm not right there with you?" A tall teenage girl giggled in answer as she emerged from thin air behind her fellow Marine.

LK-8 nearly recoiled in shock as she abruptly turned around. "You imbecile! Do not frighten me in that manner!" She insisted while reprimanding her younger sister, Pryn. "LILLE ARVHUL!"

"OH REALY!" Laughed her sissy as she let her battle field gear slip from her delicate hands. "I am exhausted." She rolled her eyes with distaste. "What a catastrophe zone in Sector B4-K. That sucked big time!"

"Then get your ass out of my Marine Corps if you can't handle the stinking job, kid!"

"Affirmative!" Pryn let out a hearty, spirited laugh. "ARE YOU FACING CHALLENGES TODAY, SISTER?"

"Ya." LK-8 confirmed this as she popped another piece of licorice into her mouth. "I am witnessing and experiencing things once again. And it just keeps going and on." The girl's head lowered. "I am uncertain how much longer I can endure this. It won't stop." She nearly burst into tears. "I don't know how much more of the that I can handle."

Pryn walked to the side and carefully put her Mk22 Mod 0 into its protective ready bag. "And I said to stop taking the military medication!" She glanced up as she zipped the camouflage soft case shut at the end. "Why are you refusing to listen to me?"

LK-8 was nearing the end of her solemn invocations for a change in her well-being and prospects. However, echoing a past chapter of her existence, no one in this harsh environment showed the slightest concern for her or her abilities, which was rapidly undermining her well-being. "I long for the day I can return home."

She was now completely engulfed in tears, hastily concealing her face in a moment of vulnerability as she retreated into the shadows, away from the illuminating glow of the field camp lamps. "Pryn, cease your insubordination."

The younger hazel eyes Marine stood. "Listen to me for once, Leanna Kessy. You are taking on more than you are physically or intellectually capable of handling. You're beginning to panic, sis. And that's never a good thing!"

"I know." A faint voice could be heard from inside the darkness. "I just want this to be over, is all. I just want to die."

"DON'T SAY THAT!"

"Our father attempted to take my life when I was just seven years old, you know."

The situation has taken a turn for the worse. Do not venture there thought her younger sibling against her will. "I love you. Doesn't that matter any?"

Tears turned into an agonizing wail as LK-8 went ballistic, falling to her knees as she sat in embarrassment, now talking to herself. "HE TRIED TO DROWN ME, YA KNOW!"

"I know." Pryn acknowledged in a whisper. "And that kill's me inside."

There was a lack of innocence in the air. "Have you spoken to him about this?"

Lk-8's gaze wandered extensively as she contemplated her thoughts. “No!”

"What is the reason for that?" Pryn inquired as she bent to open one of her protective personal combat bags. “That is the reason for his presence here."

There came a slight pause with space and time.

And another tear of lost and near forgotten sorrow.

"He has no love for me whatsoever. Without him, I am nothing."

Pryn's cheeks flushed with anger. She snatched her older sister's shoulders in an instant, despite her considerable height. "You are speaking of our beloved master Leanna Kessy, SPEC 8!"

Shuffling LK-8's cami blouse, she punished her siblings unexpecting nose with a strong smack! "If I ever hear you say it again, I'll... I'll... I will slap you! GOT IT MARINE?"

LK-8 was on the brink of a nosedive, but check it out now—teetering on its wobbly legs like a baby giraffe trying to figure out this whole walking thing! "YEP! It's written in the stars... ya know!"

Pryn took a step backwards. "I apologize, but don't be dumb when talking about Jesus. He, the one and only, will never disappoint you or leave your side! Please remember that!"

Shameful, LK-8 lowered her head slowly. "I see your point. Apologies, I'm just a fool." She said with grace.

"I know." Pryn said, taking her older sister's right hand. "It's okay, sweetie." The young teen's thoughtfulness in her exclamation was... beyong breathtaking!

She slapped her gloved hands together in a joyful twirl before barking, "Let's leave this cave and return to the half track?" Smiling, she winked. "Okie dokie!"

Undoubtedly, it caused the master sergeant to crack a wide smile. "What a wonderful idea! Ugh, I'm starving!"

The girls swiftly organized their underground encampment, preparing to mobilize with precision and efficiency.

Fore some reason, the peculiar aroma of lavender permeated this grotto, which was its most secular feature. These two marines thoroughly enjoyed it.

"I had a conversation with JC last night, just before turning in."

"Do not refer to him in that manner, ya mentally wounded warrior! He is our The supreme commander and Protector, for crying out loud! HIS NAME IS JESUS!"

"I'm here. I understand. Conversely, once we were in Benin, he showed me several things to keep an eye on. Close by Feldary Pass. His comments... they be wise."

"It's... They were wise. Not... They be wise. You're starting to sound like daddy!"

There came a slight pause with space and time.

And another tear of lost and near forgotten sorrow.

"Absolutely! Father, how tragic! How impressive! In light of the recent event with the train, I trust he is holding up strong today. This is a critical matter. How alarming!"

With that said, Pryn suddenly collapsed to the sandy floor of the cave's entrance. "YOU ARE SO... FRIKKEN WEIRD!" She managed to get out with out choking!

"Yep. .. I know!"

As twilight approached, the young warriors completed their mission of securing the area with grandfather's Grenade throw baskets, motion sensor lights, and surveillance cameras.

Camo netting was finally thrown over the nearly invisible half track battle tank making the girls feel much more hidden and safe from the dreaded night stalker Berets'.

One hour later.

"Magnum Plus... Möbius One over. Magnum Plus... Möbius One over."

The tension in LK-8 was escalating, and she was on the verge of an exhilarating breakdown.

"The onboard radio relay receiver is operating at a frequency so low, it might as well be sending... fug-gun... smoke signals." She growled.

"Alright, enough with the radio, sis. Let's grab something to eat. Your Bouillabaisse is getting cold!"

LK-8 gradually returned the earpiece to its protective container. "Why is it not possible to develop technology that functions effectively on the battlefield when it is most essential?"

"SHUT UP AND GET BACK HERE AND EAT, LEANNE! NOW!" Bellowed Pryn, her hands now firmly planted on her frail hips. "I'm not telling you again!"

"Yep! Coming!"

The manufacturer implemented vital upgrades to this vehicle designed for this mission, leading to a significant increase in available space. Considering that the front tires rise to an impressive seven feet.

The exterior design of these half tracks primarily stemmed from the expertise of German engineers, while the innovative and sophisticated advancements within were supplied by the United States, with no input from any other country. Exceptional in that regard.

The weaponry was rather sophisticated for its time in early spring of 1936, the Altmühl Valley in central Bavaria, Germany, the land of alternating rainstorms and sunlight.

"DAMN I HATE IT HERE!" LK-8 bellowed as she slam closed the tank's right-hand kick window. "Wetness is present! The weather is harsh! The food... it's terrible! Sour trout? YUCK!"

Pryn abruptly halted. "Would you like sourdough biscuits with your bean soup?"

LK-8 abruptly halted. "Sourdough? In which location were they manufactured and by which entities? What’s going on here?"

"Only YOU can guarantee... SAFETY ON THE FRONTLINES, Leanne!"

"What is the current status?"

"Contemplate it while you savor your meal. Let us move, sis. How about a robust cup of hot cocoa to fortify your spirits while you enjoy your meal?"

At long last, LK-8 found her rhythm and was prepared to tackle supper with determination. "Is it from Cocoa Beach?"

Pryn abruptly halted. "You're as easy to overlook as a needle in a haystack, and as thrilling as watching paint dry."

Dark clouds returned to the sky around six o'clock, signaling the impending arrival of dusk and creating a darker shadow over the countryside.