The wind blows and is cool, the breeze wipes away much of the heat, its waves ring in the ears, yet it's calm and feels hazy, it feels like you're up above the skies. It was white with the horizon foggy at best, the star was red, it glows bright, yet dim, looking upon it doesn't hurt, it just feels warm, where is this?
Standing on the edge of time, it felt real, the ears, the sound, it felt like there was water inside his ears. His heart worked overtime, his pupil dilated slightly, his mind scrambled for where he was and how he was, overthinking what to do. Not long, he was running from those who were up to his intention; he was petrified at what.
The tension comes from the faraway lullaby that was playing in the distances, with the distance there lied something, 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 mould, 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, he wants to think, he wants to shout. "What, where's what's going on?"
He mustered to himself.
With it, he slowly walks to whatever is in front of him that is covered by mist. His shoulder slowly bleeds, painting the white canvas grass with red and colours with each step, his bones are shown with ripped skins and clothes, only frails of red that follow from his wound, but as the senses absorb in. Eyes watch 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 it observed, it pulled a rifle, showing the end of it, as most was hidden behind the mist, it looked like that of a Western HK rifle with a brown suppressor and laser attachment. The soldier come close with its hair that of white and short each of the boots steps echoes highly, Lite suddenly drop to the white grass with all he hear is wind noise, the soldier from the mist, no helmet, with a vest that was filled with kit, that you see with special force and riches 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 were special, it breeze that of lightning strikes, yet as it past through his body, all the impact felt like a hug, the hug he had never felt for much of his time, with each round piercing him, all of the blood that painted 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 staining the white grass. As he looked into his hands, it was perfect, no damage, no scars, no memories.
"Who are you?"
The sound, it was not an echo, the sounds never rang in his ears, as now it's clear, looking in front of him, the mist was gone, and the distance to the horizon is nothing but grass and grey 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 walked closer, with Lite standing up, his muscles moved without commands, "What's going on?"
As such, he felt as if all his skin was pierced by a string of needles; he couldn't see anything as it felt like the string was penetrating his eyes. As he flinched, a quick pain, looking up, the person was in front of him; he felt his weight was lowered, hovering slightly above the grass as her hand lifted 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 looks back at her.
All around him seems to be a red crystal forming, with its radiation glitches of times, as squares of discoloured effects run from it, the being comes closer, walking each step, filling the grass with corrupted effects similar to 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 who she was was all in Lite head, sweat of him wont help as she comes 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 am 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" His eyes darken, a sudden pain occurs, all over his body, as if pierced by many swords on his chest, arms, neck, legs. The pain was fast. His throat feels like it's stuffed with fluids, opening his eyes only to see nothing but darkness, and then the swords suddenly feel like they're pushing more. He wishes to scream, but nothing can hear it, even to him; silence is the only thing heard. Opening his eyes, his voice mumbles about with exhaustion as the phantom pains still linger. With it, his eyes lowered, falling to a deep sleep for this, as with the voice of a girl, talking.
"You are alive? It should get better."
With its bright lights combusting into his eyes, but with his mind calming down with the sound of chaos, he passed out of consciousness.
The room felt extreme, tense, and hard to listen to as Smith got hold of the girl, with another soldier attending to Lite.
"What did you do?"
Smith, with his face still covering her, his arm wrapped around 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 fixed with watchful eyes, looking at the ceiling without further oxygen intake, her mind twisted about, the sound echoes of his word in her mind, her eyes formed crystal, hoping for a tiger to shed humanity. Her only choice of salvation was prayer.
"Plea,se, Do, kil, m"
Smith let out his final strength, gripping her tighter, 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 geared, as some part of her face was soaked in blood, with the blood painted on the white jacket, with her hand on Lite's shoulder, as an alchemical aura and light came from her palms.
She slightly looked at Smith as
She asked
"If you want to say anything, I came 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's 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 at the Lite deadweight face, 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,d but less than five years, shit changed way too fast. That place is a wreck, with only a single generator at the entrance to light up the bath. It's scary stuff. Maybe sending newbies in there is a good training course and discipline for the fools I've met today.
The room now doesn't feel cheerful. Every time I come here, it always reminds me of what home feel likes, 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, 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 have had to do disciplinary actions; everything's 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 the light, she looked with eyes lowered to the ground, and a natural face. With slight shivers of frostbite, the room is still not warm without the blanket fully around her.
As he stands up and takes the large blanket off her bed, she slowly wraps it 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 on your grounds, we'll start it at 2 AM in the dark of night, good luck."
As he stands up, holstering his knives, large and steel refined to perfection, as the damascus lining shines brightly by the windows' reflections, he stands up and looks by the windows, it's getting dark,
"Just keep it short, explain yourselves, and you will let off the hose", I'll just heard her say.
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 that they're hurting.
She looks to Klashar and back to you. She couldn't make eye contact, but she spelt the words quietly and in an undertone.
" I-I can't, can't remember anything. I woke up in the bunker, and the leftover magic on that place, its aura is similar "
Smith and Klashar listen to the story represented 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 on your first time?"
That's right, he was just a normal person, the only normal person here, class. Charlie is a recurring theme at the division headquarters. 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 he's still alive after commanding notice of the chaos; maybe this is the side effect of hiring a soldier with some dark backgrounds. I can see why there are a lot of reports of Veteran violence. Are they weak? Maybe, but it's just something everyone responds to 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 sighed as the room was just engulfed by the sounds of the ceiling fan, and a small ice patch on the side of the room's ceiling, with Smith moving to the sitting girl, even though he still wore the black mask and goggles, his eyes wrinkled to her
as he lowers to her height as speak
"You can use the beds, after Klashar tenders and leaves you be. I will send some food to the door and the bathroom. It's in the left hallway; there is a sign. Don't do anything funny, good luck."
With his talks, he walks out with slow stomping on the woods, so as not to make much noise with each step.
Opening the wooden doors, with him closing it slowly.
She stands up, looking to Klashar, tending to Lite's wounds. Her hands glow with mystical auras, but it continues to bleed on.
Looking at Klashar, she decides to lie on the messy beds, with her face stuck to the walls, looking like a trance, lying 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 lying 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 droplets 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, customised just for her. She wraps around Lite body, little amount of fats and not much muscle.
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 hellhole is best for you, really.
Each wrapping around his large wounds, the blood fades as each layer is added. With the last rope, she knots it to the end, and the bleeding stops appearing from the bandage. She slowly stands up, brushing off her vest by swiping her hands over it. With her moving towards the door, last look at the girl on the bed.
Then she walks out of the room, closing the door lightly.
The silence was all heard, the ceiling fans rumbled on as the snowstorm gusts over the windows, with her kicking her legs to the bed, 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 could help her, but the smell is the same as the last time during 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 lying there, she closes in on him. The wrapping is still on as the bandage is still intact, and 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, but that's right, but I will help him before that time comes.
With it, she reached her hands to his shoulder, with it, she spelt 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 exposed wounds, as there some necrosis starting to develop beside it as the result of the ice needles killing the cell within, as then, the light from her hand shines brighter, with hitting the exposed skin, with it, the skins starting to develop, with each slice of it quickly develop on the dead necrosis and replacing it. As the wounds started to be smaller and smaller, one minute passed by, with the light still shining.
As the skin patches up the last exposed skin, her head feels the spins and orbits 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, and the strange marking, glowing in white light, was gone.
She breathes faster, with her head spinning all around and pain all over her head.
I overextend myself, reverting rotted and dead matter is extremely harder than damage to living cells and skin, my head feels sore, 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 a 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, a hidden gem I saw. Well then, here's the meals Smith cooked up."
With her rambles stopped, she holsters her firearm and squats beside the door, as she comes in with two plates of rice and chicken curries, the rice plentiful and the curries volcated all over, overflowing it, with two spoons beside. She placed 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, good luck there." With her continues down the doorways, as 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.
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, helicopters flying into the thick snowstorms, inside, there were many soldiers in white camos, heavily armed and geared. On the side of the seat, 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-minded.
A sound can be heard from 051 headsets, the sound of a woman at the end of the radio.
"Josh, 053 Klashar here, recruit, and Estelle are confirmed in somewhat good condition. We have some problems here and there, but it's solved. That's it"
Josh's face smirked with the black balaclava and white goggles tinted on,
"Good, we are almost to Beta Base, getting ready to land,"
With the radio silent, a little they reply, "Rest for them, they serve well."
As she breathes into 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 to fly, panning over three seats, empty and empty, as blood on the floor is painted in the smell of dying cells.