We aren't so different.
She had found Beckett of interest from the beginning it seemed. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him firing a round of bullets off- tearing through soldiers with no mercy or second thought. His eyes focused, not letting a single enemy out of sight as he fought along side his female partner. The sight of this- blood and screams of pain- made Alma shudder with anticipation. Her face breaking out into a scare expression. Something deep inside the little girl, told her she had to have him.
One way or another.
We aren't so different.
The way he mastered the gift- the power- of it. He reloaded with 10 gauge shells, the fear in the other soldiers eyes as their eyes betrayed them all; one minute to his left and gone. One watched in horror as his fellow men dropped like flies. Suddenly he saw this man's leg flying to his face for a round house kick. And for a second all went black. But when consciousness came back, his senses picked them up.
A sound of reloading; the taste of liquid metal in his mouth, and the small of death all around him. A combat shotgun pointed at his head, the man above him was smiling. Was it for the sake of victory or insanity? No, the fallen man chuckled. What did he need to fear? This battle had been won, but not this war.
And then all goes blank.
We aren't so different.
The sight of him strapped to the Amplifier. His eyes shut, trapped in a nightmare with his Phantom of a comrade. A tilt of her head as her empty eyes study him. The blood of the men still stained on him. She watched him- watched him kill all of those people. But like she always had.
She leaned down, running her rough tongue along his bare arm causing goosebumps to rise from his skin. A deep moan came from the back of her throat. Yes- she had to have him. He was perfect; a killing machine just like her.
The Amplifier raised, a shocked Beckett's eyes laid on her. Was it fear she saw? Alma made her way over, softly grabbing his wrist. He tried to resist, just as he had been told. She gave a hiss, making him freeze. She set the palm of his gloved hand on her swollen belly. She smiled behind her tangled black hair at his face. She wondered what ran through his mind.
We aren't so different. Not at all.