One who feels no emotions
an unknown person who is only heard, never seen, always hidden
the sad, angry, happy etc feelings pass right through someone, so they are then called Ghost
All men have fears, but the Brave put down their fears and go forward. Sometimes to Death, but always to Victory.
-Unknown Source
(Song courtesy to Marilyn Manson)
He moved like lightning as sparks flew through the night mist. The souring of bullets buzzing by and moving in slow motion as they left air waves through gravity. He ducks and slides into his shielded protection. A refrigerator that was tossed over. Sparks impact onto the metal food storage and the man springs up to aim and fire into his enemy. Scarlet streams ground as he continues through without a sense of mercy.
No screams are heard through the night, only the bodies thumping noise as they hit the soft brown earth within the forest. The man continued to run through the dark shooting as well as running for what he had left in the world.
Survival instinct dictated over him as he stopped to catch his breath behind a tree. His night clothing matching perfectly with the bark as well as his muteness. This man was trained to be who was. He was called many things before in the past. Prototype, recruit, maggot, private, buddy, friendly, comrade, baby, brother, Point Man.
Point Man was his more recent title. That is what they called him every time they saw him. Why they did so he could not understand. He wore a mask over his face as well as a set of red goggles that he had stole off of a fallen enemy.
This man Point Man knew not what the year was of his birth nor does he know his true name or if he even has one. He knows not how to love, feel, or live. He knows only survival, instinct, discipline, and his training.
As his breath became under control he began to walk out of his cover holding in his hand a small hand gun with 18 rounds of ammunition. It was the standard AT-14 pistol issued to all members of the elite military paranormal special forces group acronym F.E.A.R.
This F.E.A.R. operative ran through the darkness of the shadows like a being that was both human and otherworldly. The image of his stealthy silence was almost indescribable. He was strong fast and most of all he was a survivor. Ruthless when he needed to be and other times he would be the hero who would always run into the fray in attempt of rescuing his allies.
He knew he was a perfect soldier, but that did not make him perfect outside of the battlefield. When not fighting he would either be training for the next inevitable fight or he would be sitting down memorizing tactical advances. For it was when the man was upon the burning fields of blood and screaming guns is when he feels like he is of worth.
He has survived much in past. A nuclear blast. One that destroyed half a city as well as almost causing the world to plunge into a world of darkness after the release of his mother. A vengeful spiritual entity by the name of Alma Wade. He never truly met his mother, all he knew was that she was capable of such horrifying things. She was one small disturbed child at one time, and the next she is a wild savage feral woman hunting and stalking.
She frightened him, she scared him to near death on more than just one occasion. She as well as his brother. A man who was unstable after a mental link known as the Synchronicity Event. Both were his family. Yet he rejected to oblige to their sense of destruction.
The man continues to run through the thick forest jumping over logs and hiding behind trees as more on coming fire comes from assault rifles bursting fire from out of the dark. The man keeps his mind in check and ready at all times and grips tight to two of his handguns. In seconds he pops out of his cover and begins to open fire into the dark.
Each shot ringing like a small crack of thunder echoed through the night sky. The moon doesn't show its beauty upon this small battlefield. Instead it shuns itself behind the clouds. Only darkness shrouds the blood soaked ground.
As the gun fire ceased, so began the hunt once more.
The man leaps from his cover and begins to continue on through watered down soil as he tries to find a place to hide out from the men of a corporation that spawned both he and his brother.
The mud sticking to his boots and branches scraping against his clothes, the man never let up. He kept his mind clear and his vision open to all possibilities as to where his enemy may come from next to bring him his doomed fate. He provoked his enemy, and moved through the night.
Whatever they do to him, it will be nothing compared to happening to see his newly born sibling go off into the air in the arms of his friend and fellow soldier. She promised to take care of it as he stayed behind to bid them time to leave with other survivors of this whole affair. He knew he was the only reason that kept Armacham away from Jin and the child. Armacham needed their experiment, they were after him. If he continued to follow after Jin Armacham would find them eventually. The only thing that mattered was getting out alive and telling F.E.A.R. or the Pentagon.
His feet heavily dropping to the earth, the man keeps running through the dark avoiding gun shots as well as tranquilizers that impact to the bark of trees. Just as the man sees that he is nearly out of the woods, all too soon he trips and falls to the dirt ground. A bit of mud splashing to his face and coating his sweater with the letter P on it.
The man quickly gets to his feet firing his pistols at his foes doing everything he can to keep himself from falling into their greedy palms. He was successful at keeping them at bay due to suppressive fire that drew them behind cover.
When the man rises to his feet, he continues shooting from his guns until two menacing clicking sounds escape from the weapons. In anger the man throws his weapons out into the dark and turns around to continue running from his enemy.
Now running through a suburban area the man makes his way through the streets of the city where he was birthed. In tremendous speed he races and darts across streets and corners all the while avoiding gunshots that get closer and closer to cutting him down. He knew that they wanted him alive. They needed him alive. He was too good to just let die now. He was the perfect weapon, capable of combating supernatural beings that can destroy the entire world, able to survive even a nuclear blast that levels up entire city. He was even so ruthless as to even kill his own brother due to following orders. All the experiments, all the needles. All the cuts and brain tampering to allow him to not feel pain how normal people would. No emotions, no love, joy, sorrow, nothing.
The perfect killer, unable to be stopped by a nuclear blast, unbroken by a powerful supernatural force that could have destroyed the world had he not stopped it, ruthless enough to carry out a primary mission objective ordering him to kill his own brother. He proved himself to be the perfect soldier. No emotions of any sort and the ability to block out pain from the mind as well as countless tactical knowledge of the battlefield.
A true fighter with much experience in the Green Berets. Fighting in much conflicts as well as many classified operations that will never be opened to the press or any media of any sort. His enhanced reflexes allowed him to be faster and think quicker than the most experienced vet. This is why he was to be taken in alive.
This is why he will forever he hunted. Even as he darted through alleyways as well as hid out in buildings, nothing was going to keep his stalkers from following him. They were not leaving without something of value. And what better than a super soldier who they will clone and ship off to whoever was willing to pay.
The man continues running as he hops from a window down into another window into an apartment complex. The glass shatters as his weight meets the window and he rolls across the floor before pushing himself up. The man makes his way through the apartment and retreats into the back streets of a dark alleyway. His heart racing and his blood running hot with acid. He was reaching his peaks. He knew he could not keep this up forever, but something kept him going.
Although he didn't know what it was exactly, whatever it was. It was enough just to allow him to believe that wherever his sibling was with Jin. They were safe. With that feeling...that hope that resides within him, it was just enough for him to believe that he had made the right choice of sparring his mothers child.
As the man found himself running through the streets from the soldiers of the company of Armacham, he began to think of his siblings face. The black hair and snowy skin with green piercing eyes. He wished he could have seen his youngest sibling grow into adult hood, watch as the child would live a life of whatever desires may seem pleasing.
As he kept himself lost in thought, the man felt a stinging pain meet his left ankle as he fell to the ground he felt his lip hit against the ground cutting a part of his lip. He rolls over to inspect his foot and see's that it is bleeding and does his best to return to his feet. However strong he was, no matter how much determination he carried within his very spirit. It was all broken as he felt the piercing pain of lead bullets meeting his chest and thighs.
The soldier fell, pools from his blood slowly clipping across the ground and meeting his clothes. His vision becoming blurry and fading within the itching seconds that passed, the man looked upon three individuals who were approaching him with their weapons drawn on him. Their Briggs sub machine-guns trained on his face if he dared to try anything. He did nothing but watched as they began to lift him off the ground and drag him off. As he was being drug through the city streets, the man looked all around him and payed close attention to each horrible detail of the city that was once Fairport. Buildings were ablaze and the streets were cracked. The sky was no longer the hellish red as it had been before the previous day. It was now a beautiful dark blue with glistening white stars along with a white full moon casting an amazing beautiful glow.
As the man is lifted off the ground, his takers proceed to toss him within the back of a truck. Even with the doors being slammed behind him, the man could hear them saying that they were going to take him far away and put him into another facility of Armachams. So this was it. This is how it is to be. This was the end of the waking nightmare and the beginning of a never ending sleep of terrors in the hands of his enemy.
The soldier closed his eyes as he began to feel drowsiness take its toll on his body and mind. He could not keep it up forever that was a cold hard truth. Maybe when he closes his eyes he will dream a soldiers dream. Maybe in a world far from this one he can be free.
Sweet Dreams:
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
In the far future: 2185...
The woman was just finishing up playing another one of her favorite vid games called P.A.N.I.C.S. It was her favorite game to play. It was one of the best shooters of the times back in the far back years of 2005. Even though it had passed a hundred years and a half she still enjoys playing an aged game. As the woman puts down the controller she turns off her screen and puts the controller down next to her light post near her bedding. She was getting tired after a long amount of time of playing her game as well as listening to her XO Miranda Lawson.
The red head began to brush back her own hair and was getting ready to lie down and sleep. She had deserved some R&R after this weeks events. Helping Liara with the Shadow Broker, stopping the Collectors. She deserved to be at a resort. The woman looked back to the picture of her previous lover. Kaiden Alenko. A biotic soldier who was a good man and was more than worthy of a few medals. Hell they were all worthy of a few medals. Even Jack down in the dark lower levels of the engineering deck. The woman could already feel her eyes slipping and closing.
The woman slowly closed her eyes and realized only barely to look at the calendar she kept under her bed. She only noticed it after she put her hands under her pillow. The woman pulls out the calendar and takes a quick look at the date on the calendar. How much longer do they have, how much longer until it will be all out war against the ancient machines that seek an end to all life in the galaxy. She wondered if her friends will be there. Sometimes the woman wondered what would have happened had she not been born. Would someone else take up the mantle of responsibility and stend the tied of eradication? Or was Jane Shepard first human Specrtre and hero of the Citadel just destined for greatness?
Perhaps she will never know. Although it is pretty much safe to say that without her none of what had been accomplished before during these past two and a half years would have been accomplished had she not been the one to lead on into the calling hell storm when Saren threatened the return of the Reapers, or taken down the Collectors with the best team ever assembled.
At times she was even afraid of dying and failing. Sometimes that fear would manage to reach to the very peaks of her mind but never would it take her. She would always learn to master that sense of dread and summon courage from it. Nothing seemed to bring down the woman for no matter what happens she knows that she will always have her loyal friends by her side. Though she lost friends and family on her colony world as well as losing her entire team of marines on Akuze, nothing would bring her down. She has a lot of emotional scars, she even at times needs counseling. But never would she be brought down.
She was the master of her fears, the hero of the Council and the Citadel and even an Alliance military symbol. Her name is Commander Jane Shepard of the Normandy SR 2.
A hero of the galaxy.
And the woman who stands between annihilation from the Reapers. The last defense against and ancient race of genocidal machines. Her actions and her words are what will decide not only her fate but all those across the stars.