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All credit goes to Hasbro and Lauren Faust
December, 25, 2009
A young 14 year old boy by the name of, Gyro Gurlukovich was on his way to Afghanistan to see a family friend with his two parents, Vera Gurlukovich, and Max Gurlukovich. Gyro grunted in annoyance as the plane came to the strip, he hated riding on planes for he would get sick sometimes riding. The plane made a smooth landing as the pilot spoke on the intercom.
“Welcome to Afghanistan passengers, we will come to the port in a few seconds, So please stay seated,” the pilot spoke through the intercom. Gyro looked over to his parents, his mother was reading a novel but his father was rubbing his knuckles. Gyro pushed the action aside as the bell rang for the passengers to grab their luggage.
“Are you excited to see Naomi again Gyro?” his mother asked him with her usual calm look. Gyro only replied with a nod of his head as he grabbed his suitcase. His father grabbed his own briefcase and exited into the walkway. Gyro followed his parents into the crowded airport and felt uneasy. His mother looked at him with a concerned look and asked.
“What's wrong son, are you sick?” his mother asked him as she wrapped him into a hug.
“No I’m not sick mom, but dad said Russians are hated here in Afghanistan.” Gyro responded with a frown. His mother sighed as she shot a glare toward her husband.
“We spoke about this before we left Max.” his mother said bluntly toward his father. Gyro’s father grunted in annoyance and turned toward his mother with a serious look on his face.
“The boy is growing into a young man Vera, i will not let him go on in life without knowing the truth!” his father responded with anger plastered on his face. His father turned and walked down the large hallway to the escalator. Gyro sighed as there is no reasoning with his father, for he is as stubborn as a rock. Gyro followed his mother and father once again as they reached the exit of the airport. Gyro took his time to scout the landscape, it was in a desert climate as he turned his vision away from the scorching sun. Gyro heard a faint voice calling his name in the distance, he turned his head and found his friend Naomi step out from a cab with her mother as they waved. He smiled as he called out to her.
“Hey Naomi!!!” he yelled to her as she walked closer. Naomi came up to Gyro and gave him a gentle hug. Gyro returned the hug as his mother pushed her hands together and making a kissing face trying to embarrass him, but his father gave him an angry glare in disapproval. Gyro broke the hug and smiled at Naomi as she spoke.
“It’s great to see you again Gyro, how is Moscow?” Naomi asked him with her fake confused look as she already knew the answer.
“You know, super cold it will freeze your hands off.” Gyro said as he chuckled. Naomi smiled at him as she took his hand and led him to the cab.
“Come on you know you still owe my brother a rematch.” Naomi said as she playfully shoved Gyro forward toward the cab. Gyro laughed as he placed his bags inside the trunk, he waited for his mother and father to enter and took his seat as the last. The cab started it’s way toward the exit of the airport with a type of fast speed, but manageable.
“So Naomi, how have you been?” Gyro’s mother asked with a curious look on her face. Naomi only shook her hands in a so-so manner and shrugged.
"I've been okay Miss Gurlukavich, but my house in closer to the outskirts of town so the drive may take a tad longer than normal." Naomi said as she looked out the window of the cab.
*A half hour later*
“We’re here!” Naomi exclaimed as she shook Gyro from his sleep. Gyro sat up and shook his head as he was completely awake as he opened the door. He stepped out and held his hound out for Naomi.
“Thanks Gyro, such a gentleman.” Naomi said as she planted a kiss on Gyro’s cheek. Gyro blushed as he placed his hand on the spot where she kissed him. His mother gave him a pat on the back while his father shook his head. They retrieved their bags and headed toward Naomi’s house and waited for Naomi’s mother to open it.
“Make yourselves at home.” Naomi’s mother said as she opened the door. Gyro and his parents entered the household as it was filled with party decorations and plenty of food, Gyro places his bags on the wall and took his shoes off. Gyro walked over to the table to grab a paper plate until he was put in a headlock by Naomi’s brother Jameson.
“You still owe me that rematch Gyro” Jameson said as he playfully squeezed Gyro’s neck. Gyro tapped Jameson’s shoulder in defeat as he was released. Gyro rubbed his neck in irritation as he shot Jameson a glare.
“You squeeze too damn hard, you could have snapped my neck for real!” Gyro said angrily. Jameson just shrugged and grabbed a plate for the kitchen, Gyro liked hanging out with James but sometimes he can get carried away. Gyro rubbed his neck a final time before he went to grab a plate himself, Gyro piled his plate with roasted chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes and took a seat outside on the front porch and dug into his food.
*3 hours later*
It was the late afternoon and Gyro moved from the porch to the sidewalk about 20 feet away. He sat there thinking to himself not wanting to interact with anyone right now, he sat there rubbing his knuckles in boredom until he heard Naomi call out to him.
“Why are you standing out there on the street Gyro, come in and have fun WOO!!!!” Naomi shouted to Gyro in joy from her bedroom window. Gyro smiled at his friends optimism, Gyro stood up and began walking toward her house but stopped in his tracks as he heard as whizzing sound. He turned around to find a missile headed straight for him, Gyro jumped to the side and covered his head as the missile flew by, but he wished he just took the hit as he looked up just in time to see Naomi’s house explode into smoke and debris. Gyro screamed in sadness as he saw his friends and family just vanish before his eyes, Gyro heard footsteps behind him and turned to find a man dressed like a terrorist approach him. The man was two feet away from him as he took out a pistol, the man aimed the weapon at Gyro’s head as he cried. Gyro looked at the man and cried even more knowing he was gonna die, but the terrorist was shot in the chest multiple times from behind Gyro and he fell to the floor in a pool of blood.
Gyro felt himself being pulled by multiple hands and was pushed behind a large wall, he looked up to find men more military looking than a terrorist to Gyro, one of the men looked Gyro in the eye with a look that could kill lions where they stood and spoke to him in a gruff voice.
“Next time kid, if you see a man that looks like a terrorist, run the hell away.” The man said to Gyro as he stood up and poked his head around the corner, the man pulled back quickly as a bullet crashed through the wall behind him in rapid speeds.
“shit, Mike you lay down covering fire while Rick finds a way to flank them, i’ll take care of the kid.” The man said as he gave the order to the other two. The man grabbed Gyro by the arm and handed him a AK74u sub-machine gun and showed him in a forced way on how to use a gun.
“Here kid, you point this at one of those bad men, and pull the trigger to make it go bang. When you hear a click you put this in there.” the man said as he pulled out another magazine for the SMG and handed it to him. Gyro nervously took the clip and shoved it into his pocket, he looked around the corner and seen the other two men shooting the terrorist in the heat of battle. Gyro seen a terrorist behind one of the two men armed with a knife ready to strike, time seemed to slow down for Gyro as he looked through the iron sights and slowly pulled the trigger.
The bullet blasted from the barrel and went straight through the man's torso like a hot knife cutting butter, the terrorist hit the floor in agony as he yelled. The man turned and shot the terrorist in the brain killing him, The first man patted Gyro on the back with a grin on his face.
“Nice save kid, congrats on your first assist now lets finish off these clowns.” The man said as he came up from cover and started shooting. Gyro waited behind the wall and breathed deeply as the three men killed the rest of the terrorists, Gyro stood up as he heard no more gunshots and explosions and slowly walked to the remains of Naomi’s house. He reached the ruins of the ruined house and hung his head low, he began to remember all the good times he spent with his mother while his father worked in the Ukraine with his Comrades. Gyro felt a hand touch his shoulder and looked up, the same man that saved him had a look of grief on his face as he spoke.
“I’m deeply sorry for your loss kid, but moping all day is not gonna bring them back, war is a terrible thing. But these terrorist are causing this pain you feel now, welcome to the Afghanistan Rebels kid. now come on we have a war to fight.” the man said as he turned around and walked toward the other two men named Mike and Rick. Gyro turned also to follow them, but he looked back toward the house and spoke to himself.
"Death is the final unknown"
Little did he know, a powerful being was watching him from a distant world known as.... Equestria