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I ran on, faster, harder. Breath coming in ragged gasps, legs aching, hands gripping the gun. It was still drizzling, the ground muddy, wet branches slapping me in the face, trying to knock me down, trying to defeat me.

But they wouldn't, couldn't. I had to carry on, I was the only one left, all the others having been killed off. I had to carry on, had to complete the task, otherwise I may not have bothered starting it.

Was that one of them? Out the corner of my eye? I turned my head to try see, thought I saw a flash of movement. Must. Keep. Going.

Legs aching, sweat mixing with raindrops on my face. Fingers gripping the gun. Heart pounding, breathing difficult. Legs aching, sweat mixing with raindrops on my face. Fingers gripping the gun. Heart pounding, breathing difficult. Legs aching...

Had to stop. Saw a fallen tree and dived behind it gasping for breath, gun nearly slipping out of my wet fingers, listening. Straining my ears for any sound. I know they're out there. Somewhere.

I look around again. How many are left, at least two. Maybe three? Four? It doesn't matter, I have to kill them all. I hear someone approaching through the splatter of the rain on the ground, the drip of water from the tress surrounding me.

I whirl round, bring my gun up. Eyes searching, piercing the shadows, trying to see. Slow my breathing, try to hold the gun level, eyes searching, heart pounding, raining dripp- There! I see him, head just poking around the tree.

I have all the time in the world, know I can kill him, it's the easiest thing in the world. I know I can, know I have to. Time slows down, seconds last for hours. My finger squeezes the trigger, slowly, gently, without remorse. The shot flies off, I look up. Look into his eyes, his mouth open wide with panic. He knows he's dead, knows I've got him.

Would I be having that look on my face anytime soon?

The world rushes back to normal speed. Sounds and sights explode into my head. There's a cry, a shout. Then, silence.

I look down to my gun, to see how many more shots I have left. None, I curse silently under my breath, considering my options. I have none. The task has to be completed at all costs.

I move on, legs aching, sweat mixing with raindrops on my face. Fingers gripping the gun. Heart pounding, breathing difficult, eyes searching, straining for any information that would give away the location of anyone. Nothing.

I continue on, can see the target, not much further to go. I hear a cry, the enemy! They've spotted me! I'm out of shots, out of options. In a final act of desperation I feel adrenalin surge through me, all tiredness and fright gone. Just me and the target, that's all the exists.

I jump up and run, run as fast as I can. Branches whipping my face, feet slipping on the mud, eyes intent on the target, the flag hanging mere feet infront of me.

Only a few more steps to go, mere seconds left. Can I survive that long? I wonder if I have that expression on my face, but push the thought aside. I dive, hand reaching for the flag - Pain shoots up my leg and explodes through my mind. I forget everything, all that exists is the pain, like a big cloud enveloping my mind.

Slowly I drift back to myself, lying on the mud, leg throbbing, cool rain dripping on my hot face, the enemy standing around me.

"Sorry mate, you were shot before you got the flag. You're dead. Team A wins!" said the marshall.

I reach down and rub the yellow paint off my leg. Paintballing rocks, even if we did lose that one.

Very nice. :0)

Never played paintballing though, really want to... Our capture the flag games are good enough for me, anyway. :0)

It was £7 per hundred at this place. But as we were there all day we bought 3 boxes of 2000 right at the start, it worked out about £5 per hundred that way.

That must've cost fortune on paintballs - don't they charge about £4.00 for a hundred, or something like that? (£6 in some places)

We went to one near Ipswich, they had about 25 acres of woodland for us to play in. All the usual games were there. Only the ten of us to start of with, but another couple of groups joined in for the afternoon.

One bloke had his own gun, an automatic! Fired 9 balls a second. Shame he was crap though...

Where abouts did you go? There are a couple of courses quite near here (Exeter), so I'm quite lucky in that respect.

I got shot in the leg, and I've got a bruise the size of a plate on my left thigh, damn enjoyable day though.

It was for my brothers stag do, so me and him got stitched up royally at the end of course, just so everyone could use their paintballs up.

Thoroughly enjoyed it though, I'd recommend it for those that haven't been before.

Paintballing rocks. Those paintballs can sting like whiplash though.

I've been twice in the last year or so... excellent fun both times. It's especially good if you're in a woodland setting, rather than the dodgy wooden posts, or things like that.

And if anyone tells you to "Go, it's clear!", then do have a look before you go out. My last experience was reminiscent of the ending in "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid"...

Heh thats a twist, at first i thought this was some war story, then i thought it was you playing unreal tournament, then maybe laser quest, then finally paintball.

Heh, I've been once, it's pretty good.

I had no idea what you were on about until I read the word "flag." :D Shows it was well written, nicely done YH.

I would know how you felt, but I was too scared to go get the flag. :D

Reading that reminded me of Byker Grove *sobs*