now I have just noticed that I never said anything on my last 'attempt' at writing...I meant to but somehow forgot...ah well...I prefer a perfect Shepard with massive mental trauma...im just that cruel so anything in the me universe will have a mentally unstable Shepard cause that's how I view him/her...I mean come on he did die, and get a prothean cipher, he just cant be all there so any Shep I write will be off...fair warning...and if I get enough interest in one of these stories I will continue them...till then ill give a you a taste.
warnings: massive amounts of swearing, mental instability, mentions of one sided kaidan/shepard shenko, maybe smut if there's interest.
children cover your eyes and run away, adults enjoy the torture that is reading this lol.
And he sits, a nothing man,
broken hearted, broken minded, nothing man,
haunted and tortured, forgotten and lost,
only a nothing man, at his own cost,
sands of time, left and past,
showing us the end at last,
rebirth in chaos, for him they send,
death for nothing, dead in the end,
"The great commander shepard, saviour of the fucking cidatiel, back from the fucking dead ,ex-employee of cerberus, saviour of the galaxy, Failure of Thessia. How far i've fucking fallen." a husky voice slurs mockingly from the corner of the dark room. The stench of blood, sweat and cheap liquor is sickening, but he no longer cares. Nothing matters anymore. He glares towards the fish tank, its blue light ruining his darkness. Below him on one of the many fucking decks, the crew is still chattering about his big failure and he was in his dark cabin, wounded and bleeding, drinking away his sorrows. A fish darted in front of his eyes, white and black. He hated himself, hated everyone. Everyone but one man, the one he loves, the one who hates him. "Fucking moron" he mutters to himself before taking another swig of the liquor.
"Shepard that is enough. I would suggest stopping now and going to doctor Chakwas on deck three to check for alcohol poisoning." EDI chimed in her usual dead monotone, attempting to sound concerned.
"Shut up you fucking AI. What do you know of me hmmm?" Shepard snarled at the AI, completely unaware of the fact that he just snarled at a good friend. He was too drunk for concern at this point. He raises one of his scarred, bloody hands to stare at. Was he even human anymore? How could he be? He fucking died. DIED! And nobody probably batted an eye at that. Why would they care that he was dead? He was only good at being a jarhead. Fuck even his own parents didn't want him. They just left him on the streets at the age of three to fend for himself.