The wind blows on and on, on what path not matter at times, it's cold, the breeze wipe away much of the heat, it’s wave that ring for the ears, yet it’s calm and felt haze, you can feel like at any height, though, he’s not on the skies, nor seas, but skies was white, very, the past was fog at best, distance which was cover, it was around the field of white, but the star was that of red, it glows bright, yet dim, looking upon it doesn’t hurt, it just feels, warm, where is this..
Standing on the edge all the time, it felt real, the ears, the sound, it feels like there’s water inside his ears, fallen deep enough. His Heart pumps on and on, his pupil dilated slightly, even though the skies were bright, going insane in your own mind is one way to jump off to. With him walking around, not before long he was running, from who was up to his intention, he was petrified, to what.
The tension is as if a lullaby was playing in the distances, with the distance there lied something new, a bridge and a long abyss, it was a perfect line, looking down the abyss, the sound of water rises over, as he look up the horizon with the fog was no more, the skies was not of white, but grey, the sun still red, but dimmer to where you can see its shape, a squared block. Crossing the bridge, even if it’s made of wood with disease and molds, it doesn’t move, as it is stuck in time, the force of his feet means nothing.
Walking on the other side, as he looked back, the bridge was gone. Breathing in the cold mountains. “What, where's what's going on?!. With it he slowly walks to whatever in front of him that is covered by mist. His shoulder Slowly bleeds, painting the white canvas with red and colours with each step, his bones are shown with ripped skins and clothes, only frails of red that follows from his wound, but as the sense absorbs in. Eyes watches beyond the mist with shattering coiling texture to the eyes, looking to him from the mist, it glows that of Yellow, it is bright, penetrating the soulless badlands, standing there, with wounds of cuts, no pain, nothing, just silent and winds. As the Eyes pull out a rifle, it was out of touch, out of world, it’s looks that of futuristic weapon of coils gun, with twirling wired all it’s barrel, as the soldier come from the mist it’s hair that of white as was short each of the boots steps echoes highly, Lite suddenly drop to the ground at last, his ears ring on extreme end with the pain inside his minds, looking up it glows that of blue the face of the murderer both of us, the soldier from the mist, no helmet, with a vest that was filled with kit, that you see with special force and rich's rear folks or people you don’t want to be friends with, crazies., with custom modding.
There it moves closer as he stands up, his fate is pushing him.
His mouth, washing out all the words as he slightly stutters, with him rushes to the eyes, with slight tears moving to the outside breeze without realising he pulled out the knife from his pocket. The soldier from the mist opened fire, the rounds was special, it breeze that of lightning strikes, yet as it past through his body, all the impact felt like a hugs, the hug he never felt for much of his time, with each round piercing him, all of the blood that paint the white grass. The soldier slowly walks back from the mist as Lite comes close, with the mist thickening he took a swing, but the eyes disappear, as though whoever that was, it was gone as now with echo chamber alone, his knife was now gone, his shirt was normal, his skin was unhurt as there, he lays on the grass, looking back, the blood still there, it stain the white grass. As he looked into his hands, it was perfect, nor damage, nor scars, nor memories.
“Who are you?”
The sound, it was not an echo, the sounds never ring his ears, as now it’s clear, looking in front of him, the mist was gone and the faraways distance to the horizon is nothing but grass and gray backgrounds. A person was in front of him not too far nor too ahead, a close quarter, wearing a clothing that can Meretricious in nature, with revealing thighs as a black long socks, it wears seems of a white elongated robe that covers the bosom, with seems a long black robes or capes protruding from the backs, as the fabrics rubbing against the white blades, as the hair of red, eyes that was bright pink as with her hairs, it was maid and clean, as if talking to a royalty.
As it walk closer, with Lite stand up, his muscle move without commands, “What’s going on”
As then, he felt as if all his skin was pierce that of a string needles, he can’t see anything as it feels the string penetrating his eyes, as he flitch, a quick pain, looking up the person was in front of him, he felts his weight was lowered, hovering slightly from the grass as her hand lift slightly. I saw her before, this world is already insane, and this world is just me in a deep hallucination, isn’t it not.. I’m going way deeper, I don’t think a sane man will have this vision while unconscious, did I take pills like before? I doubt it, maybe the drug they put me into.
Lite look back at her
All around him seems to be a red crystal forming, with its radiation glitches of times, as squares of discolours effects run from it, the being comes closer walking each step fills the grass with corrupted effect same as the crystal. The being of mystery walks like the owner of the chambers of this, an empty, empty room, of what? Who would live in this abyss, as whom she was was all in Lite head, sweat of him wont help as she come closer, even with her eye lit as fires, she speaks, the tone which he felt like heard the tones once before, nor coincidences, it feels off.
“What happened to Lopars?”
As She come close to his face, expecting every imperfections, rough skin, eye bags, and scars of past all around, yet she looks like the idols of rich and beauty comes as well, as she inspect around him, with his body straps by the chains crystals, muscle stop responding to the thread of nerves “Who the Fuck are you?!” He shouts.
As she suddenly appears in front of him, she approaches his face. “I see, She made a choice… How are you doing” As he struggles slowly, losing grip on the fruitless endeavours. “I’m fine, I think, where I’m I…”
Looking from eye to eye, our eyes are different, his eyes never glow..
“I feel locked, I feel trapped, your body is not suited for this, I saw everything, I saw it all. I” his eyes darken, spark a sudden pains occurs, all over his body, as if pierce by many swords on his chest, arms, necks, legs, the pain was fast his throat feel like it’s stuffed with fluids, opening his eyes only to see nothing but darkness as then the swords felt suddenly push more, he wishes to scream, but nothing can hear it even to him, silence is only the one hear. Opening his eyes, his voice mumbles about with exhaustion as the phantom pains still lingers. With it, his eyes lowers, falling to a deep sleep for this, as with a voice of a girl, talking
“You alived? It should get better.”
With it bright lights combust into his eyes, but with his mind calming down with the sound of chaos, he passed out of consciousness.
The room felt extreme, tense, hard to listen to, as Smith got hold of the girl, with another soldier tending Lite.
“What did you do?”
Smith with his face still covering her, his arm is wrapping on her neck with a knife at hand, in a deadlock position, as she grunted with each painful press. “Tell me, what’s going on..”
With her eyes clawing with watchful eyes looking on the ceiling without further oxygen intake, her mind twisted about, the sound echoes of his word in her mind, her eyes form crystal hopping for a tiger to shed humanity. Her only choice of salvation was only prayers.
“Plea,se, Do, kil, m”
Smith let out his final strength gripping her tighter with her eyes formed liquid as she gasped every second of it. Smith lowers his pressure and lets go of her with the sudden comfort, she coughs with saliva dripping about the floors and breathing heavily, with Smith getting off her and standing in front of her looking down.
“Now we have to talk to the commander about this, she might be crazy over this and probably call you for a dishonourable Discharge.. “
With him thinking around he looked down at Lite with a girl in uniform and fully gear, as some part is soaked in blood on part of her face with the blood painted the white jacket, with her hand on Lite shoulder as alchemical aura and light comes from her palms.
She slightly looked at smith as
She asked
“If you want to say anything, I come early from that cave which always has those hell spawns. I wonder how the commander will react to this, didn’t she meet Lite yesterday before moving?”
With smith reply having a smudge look “Right, commander check up on him, and tonight she will check on her as well, though I wonder what will change. Did you ask her about it, Klashar?”
With her looking back to Lite deadweight face with letting a sigh
“You should have asked her about it, I was in that ancient city, I found no reading much, just some withered souls, nothing else, can’t find much more.” I see, it seems like the place is minimal, the last expedition from colonial 2 did not end well, there’s still scattered ruins of old equipment, well I said old but less than five years, shit changed way too fast. That place is a wreckage, only a single generator at the entrance to light up the bath, scary stuff, maybe sending newbies in there is a good training course and disciplinary for the fools I’ve met today.
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The room now doesn’t feel cheerful, everytime I come here, it always reminds me of what home feels, but not how it looks, this place is much cleaner, it’s really better than that place, though I should look forwards, but I feel the pressure is very abnormal, sweat, I felt this time and time before. With it Smith walks to the coughing girl, squatting and looking at her, “Can you breathe well?” This is not the first time I had to do disciplinary actions, everythings in control, you don’t need to kill her yet. She slightly took a breather, with her sitting on the floor while slightly looking at lite, she looked with eyes lowered to the ground, and a natural face. With slightly shivers of frostbite, the room is still not warm without the blanked fully around her.
As he stands up and takes the large blanked on her beds, as she slowly wrap around the frost moth
“Strange, Whatever you did there, your intention seems very sudden. There will be disciplinary actions against you, it’s a bit cruel, but just stay your grounds, well start it at 2 Am in the dark of night, goodluck”
As he stands up, holstering his knives, large and steel refined to perfection, as the damascus lining shine brightly by the windows reflections, he stand up and look by the windows, it’s getting dark,
“Just, keep it short, explain you’re selves and you will let off the hose, I’ll just heard his opinion
By the side, the girl on the gears speaks to the tune of his.
“No worries, he won’t do it again, trust me.”
The Audacity of her, but she's right, I need to be calmer. People who are kind, are just hiding the fact they're hurting.
She looks to Klashar and back to you, she couldn't make eye contact, but she spelled the words, quiet and undertone.
“ I-I can't, can't remember anything. I woke up on, the bunker, and the leftover magic on that place, it’s aura is similar ”
Smith and Klashar listen to the story represent by her, with
Smith asked, “Aura? Listen, whatever you’re seeing right now, it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, you’re not the only one who's experienced that, you’re first time?”
That's right, he was just a normal person, the only normal person here, class charlie is a recurring theme on the division headquarter, when a human enters this world, they would have a seizure which they call the planktonic effect. But the leader said, he was also affected, but never got into detail as Lite was still in the effects of it, he might have information on his vitals. At this point, this girl suddenly attacked him, and although he didn't remember her or even care, he got smacked by an ice ray from her. It would be very lucky if she is still alive after command notice the chaos, maybe this is the side effect of hiring a soldier with some dark backgrounds. I can see why there’s a lot of reports of Veteran violence, are they weak? Maybe, but it’s just something everyone responds differently.
I have gone overboard, I almost killed the new members, not a good look and will probably scar this new colleague for most of the time, maybe showing that side of me is bad, especially targeted towards the members. I should focus on myself more.
He sigh as the rooms was just engulf by the sounds of the ceiling fan, and a small ice patch on the side of the rooms ceiling, with smith moving to the sitting girl, even if he still wore the black mask and goggle, his eyes wrinkle to her
as he lowers to her height as speak
“You can use the beds, after Klashar tender and leave you be. I will send some food on the doors, bathroom. It's on the left hallways, there is a sign. Don’t do anything funny, goodluck.”
With his talks, he walks out with slow stomping on the woods, so as to not make much noise by each step of him.
Opening the wooden doors, with him closing it slowly.
She stands up as looking to klashar, tending to Lite wounds, her hands glow with mystically auras, but it still continues to bleed on.
Looking to klashar, she decides to lay on the messy beds, with her face stuck to the walls looking like trances, laying there while the fan spins arounds.
Shit, this frost is very good at the damage, hard to heal it, every place has sharp ice needles that keep on stabbing the vein every time I heal, I’ll need to wait for the small needles to melt.
She looks beside her, there laying a girl, eyes closed.
I don’t know her background much, but this is definitely not normal, she was supposed to be the healer along with Lite as a rifleman and support medic, but here I am having to do this, i’m never good at this. Maybe Hiring a broken soldier will always be a terrible idea, poor girl, maybe I should have killed her from the beginning, too bad. Then again, I read a report from Josh, who seems to be an Ex-slave, maybe he should have killed her..
With droplet coming from her face and head, even the cold mountains couldn't cool down the beating hearts, as the she stops with the healing, as the ball orbs slowly cease to exist and faded to the airs, with small bleeding suddenly occurs throughout, she comes close to Lite mouth, listening in, his breathing is nocturnal and calm, with her, pulling out a bandage and antiseptic on her bloody vest with white camos on, customise just for her. She wraps around Lite body, little amount of fats and not much muscles.
Whatever we hired, this dude is not fit for anything, worst, he’s a charlie, he won't help much, why is this loser even here… Leaving this hell hole is best for you really…
Each wrapping around his large wounds, the bloods fade as each layer is added, with the last rope, she knots it to the end, with the bleeding stop appearing from the bandage she slowly stands up, brushing off her vest by swiping her hands to it. With her moving towards the door, last look at the girl on the bed.
As then she walks out of the room, closing the door lightly.
The silence was all heard, the ceiling fans rumbled on as the snow storm gust over the windows, with her kicking her legs to the beds, bored and with nothing to accomplish, just waiting for the death sentences.
He is alone, with me, should I kill him? There lies the man, I feel like I know that smell, I felt it before, who is he, is he a secret agent?
I almost killed someone, I wish I can help her, but the smell, is the same as the last time on the snowstorm,
Whoever this person is, they're taking a liking to him, class Charlie, I-I heard of it before, it’s one of those who cannot wield the flows, how can you have a soul without being bound by the flow…
It’s not quite common, they say, super minorities, just like me..
Why would they bring a person with no talent here, and yet, I'm scared of him, why…
I’m going insane, I should stay calm, I.. These pricks of the underworld are just the same, I can’t stand this. Just using me because of my power, and yet, here you are… Weak. Maybe I just liked it…
She slowly walks towards him, with her heart beating every so slightly tense atmosphere As he head is conflicted with words of the unknown, with each step.
With his body laying there, she closes to him, the wrapping is still on as the bandage is still intact, as then she lowers to him.
I’m here looking at him, I can kill him now and remove my fear, but what did he do to deserve it? I don’t want him to see my face, I doubt he will ever want to know me, let alone talk to me, that’s right, but I will help him before that time comes..
With it, she reaches her hands to his shoulder, with it, she spelled the word
“Oh light of judgement, all great knowing, by blessed by heart and souls, heal the wound of the undead, and revert the old once more, healing by light”
With it, a small shine occurs on her hands, as it forms many strange marking on her hand resembling a triangles, as then, with it unwrapping the tied knot bandage, and discarding to the side, revealing the expose wounds, as there some necrosis starting to develop beside it as the result of the cold ice needles killing the cell within, as then, the light from her hand shines brighter, with hitting the expose skin, with it, the skins starting to develop, with each slice of it quickly develop on the dead necrosis and replacing it. As then the wounds started to be smaller and smaller, as then one minute passed by, with the light still shining.
As the skin patches up the last exposed skins, her head feels the spins and orbit around her, the pains occur inside her head as this continues.
As the last patch was completed, the light suddenly shone dimmer, until it stopped, with the strange marking glowing in white light was gone.
She breathes faster, with her head spins all around and pains all over her head.
I overextend myself, reverting rotted and dead matter is extremely harder than damage but living cells and skins, my head feels hurt, I might have used it too much.
The door suddenly opens. It was Klashar, with a gun in hand, glock series pointed at the girl, with klashar comment
“Wow, you did well, that should persuade the commander a bit, not guaranteed of course, and light magic? You are the new cadet, a healer per se. Lite, the one you heal is a physical medic, class charlie and can’t use magic, as Smith commended on it.”
“ I heard a spell, I was ready to kill you, but the sound, it was a light magic, hidden gem I saw. Well then, here's the meals Smith cooked up.”
With her rambles stop, she holsters her firearm and squat beside the door, as she comes in with two plates of rice and chicken currys, the rice plentiful and the currys volcated all over, overflowing it, with two spoons beside. She place it on the desk of each,
“That is rice curry, it tastes very good, use the spoons, you should try out our cuisine, anyways, you need to relax until the commander comes back, goodluck there.” With her continues down the doorways, as then the girls sit quietly on the beds, no sounds, no reply, just peace.
Was healing him the right thing to do, even if I did try to attack him, she would have long shot me before, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wish I could do better really.
As then she takes the plates, and eats it with her hands, hot and spicy, it was nothing but Euphoric thereafter.
As rumbles on, loud and unclear, helicopter flying to the thick snowstorms, inside there were many soldier in white camos, heavily armed and geared, with the seat on the side, there was a soldier, with a tag beside him “051”
Inside the helicopter with the floors that spill blood by the entrances, with a squad of soldiers sitting around, quiet and absent of mind.
A sound can be heard from 051 headsets, a sound of a woman at the end of the radio
“Josh, 053 klashar here, new recruit, and Estelle are confirmed in somewhat good condition, we have some problems here and there, but it’s solved. That’s it”
Josh face smug a little, with the black balaclava and white goggles tint on,
“Good, we are almost to Beta Base, getting ready to land,”
With The radio silent a little as then they reply “Rest for them, they serve well.”
As she breathes in the mic.
“Sir, about that charlie-”
“His name is Lite,”
This guy…
“May I ask why he's here?”
Hm, this girl, I don’t remember her being like this, she’s a part of Smith, a calm man, I wonder how on earth this girl manages to be close to him..
“It’s not up to me, SEU got hold of him, so that means there’s something about him, just leave him alone..”
Before she could speak, the comms were cut short...
With the helicopter continuing flying, panning over, three seats, empty and dry, as blood on floors is painted in the smell of dying cells.
