The coven a government research and development project for the perfect solider. This is the tale of a military agent locked in the past and trying to find the future.
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The Coven:
A Government project known as The Coven
Prologue
The ghastly screams rang hauntingly in my ears. Ever changing faces of my haunters stalked me in my dreams. As they closed in I bared my teeth allowing myself no time for fear. Fear get people like me killed, hesitation the second leading factor.
Disturbing, and ghostly laughter burst from their throats. The faces continue to change morphing into everyone I had wronged or had seen wronged. Too many faces I have seen, too many memories that did not belong. Unwanted fates thrust upon me that I did not want.
I reach for a weapon that I know isn't there. The drugs, my mind screams. I know that that is the problem, that this isn't real. My haunters just smile and onward they move. I back up hitting the wall that's always there, always the same. Still they move forward, smiles slowly dissolve, shifting into angry scowls.
Say it, they all seem to wail but their mouths never move.
Say what, comes my pitiful reply. They slow but do not stop, faces still altering. They all wear the same look now, eyes clouded and lips curve down. A millennia of sadness echoes in that one look. I don't want it, I don't need, I repeat in my head like a prayer. Stop it, I want to scream. My voice never comes.
What do you want, I find my voice it's thick and heavy. They circle around me, no escape. I look up; green eyes fill my vision, his face blurred. Eyes shining with unshed tears, he advances.
Cold hands wrap around my neck, I stare at his eyes they speak to me. You deserve this, they say.I know, I answer back. His eyes harden as his hands tighten, and then are gone.
I look around sluggishly, I am alone. Slowly I fall to my knees, my body curls in on its self. Pain, so much pain, my mind drowsily thinks. I have cause so much pain.
Sinister laughter broke through my walls, crumbling them to dust. Poor little one, lost in its illusions. Come little one, find me and be avenged. Come. The end of a knife carves into my side, marking me. Destroying me.
My body lurches forward, and a screams claws free from my throat.