This is going to be rated "M" right off the bat for many reasons...: Gore, language, lemon, smut, fluff- hell, let's just say your getting the whole bargain, buddy.
In the realm of endless possibilities, I float for what seems to be eternity. I aimlessly fall, yet I do not feel myself fall... I only know I do... The realm of peace and tranquility easy wraps it's kind and calm fingers around me, pulling my body deeper into the world. My eyes are open, yet I can't see... I see land's of endless chances, of limitless boundaries and countless roads to choose...
the realm I speak of is simply the one of sleep. Yes, indeed this is my happiest place. Of the infinite things I can do, I can create endless possibilities and scenarios. Or, in a lesser way to put it... Dreaming. For only in my dreams could I conquer such vile beasts and amount myself to tremendous feats. I feel almost like a character form a video game in my dreams...
But what happens when a dream becomes a nightmares?... Aye, I had been across this before. With the new release of Call of Duty Ghost, my mind was filled with the endless banter of the characters, the background, the theme and the scenario. My mind once, in my sleep, was bold enough to try and put my in the shoes of those brave warriors. I found myself here, like in the beginning...
Falling, yet I do not feel it...
I am in orbit.
I know I do fall because I was placed here.
Peace and tranquility do indeed have fingers, but I cannot see them... My eyes are open, yet I can't see do to the endless black of space... What is there to see?...
This... Millions- No, BILLIONS of specks float my vision, making up a arm of the Milky Way... Endless opportunities to float out and find a new home... One away from the terror of the land below me and the relentless fighting... I turn to find the space station from Call of Duty, and earth far below me... my home, my land...
I don't question what the fuck is going on...
Why NASA let a seventeen year old teen into space, why they allowed the teen near the most powerful weapon next to the nukes... I was only once again, in my dream... It was here when I learned the truth... Dreams can REALLY hurt... I went through the full opening, the same things, the same fights... shooting came so easy to me, taking the life of someone I knew that was not real. Taking the life of a face that I would never truly see... A space suit speckled in brain and blood... I flew to the door, only to be tackled down by the solider. I knew what to do, fight, resist, shoot...
Until a HUD image came up on me...
"Mash (X)"
It was different for each of the games, but that's not what mattered...
As I fought, I slowly started to loose, even though I was some sort of soldier... At the time, I heard a voice similar to mine... No... that IS mine...
"I never got to see the cut scene for when he died..."
The horror struck me like a train... It was the same thing I said on my second play-through... I didn't mash the button, I simply watched him die... After a brief struggle, the man smashed the glass of my helmet inward. No glass flew into my eyes, the jet out at him from the explosive decompression of the body suit.. And the man backed away with a grin... Air expelled form my body, instantly coming from any opening in my body... my mouth, nose, and even form behind my eyes. In only a moment, all my air was gone from my body... I heard in the back of my mind, this beeping... Loud, annoying beeping, like the one you hear in the hospital... It beeped, and beeped... It was like a quick rap on the surface of a table, fast paces and quick. Then, as my world in my view slowly start to light up into a ball of fire... It turns to darkness... And the beep is a steady line of noise now...
Around the same moment, my tired body woke, and my fist, without looking, connected into that fucking annoying alarm. It quickly silenced as I groan loudly into the pillow.
"Uuuuuuh! Is it Friday?..." I slowly raised my head form the warm pillow to the alarm clock... The glass on the surface was cracked, but the bugger was strong... In bright blue letters, it wrote out the time...
"6:00Am..." I muttered as my tired eyes drifted to the other small texts on the hud.
"2013... December 4th..."
I stare at the clock for a moment, and let out a low growl. "You can't tell me what I want to hear, can you, piece of shit..." I slowly pushed myself off of the bed in a plank, the gently rolled onto my side so I don't fall back asleep...
"Friday... Great..." I sighed and slowly pushed myself off of the bed. My feet connected to the ground solidly, but not enough to help me stand... The moment my weight was on my feet, I found myself falling to the wall. My arms outstretched quickly before I could slam my face into the drywall... "Son of a..." I slowly gain my balance, and keep a hand on the wall as I walk to the bathroom, muttering curses and fowl words under my breath... I turned on the light, and was welcomed by a green eyed galre across from me...
"Morning, Geek..."
The figure smiled, and so did I.
The mirror helped reflect my image to me... A large teen in his late teens stood before me, but he looked like he was in his twenties... the stubble grew to a nice shadow under and on his chin. The hair he sprouted was a dark brown, almost like dark chocolate... His eyes where a like bright emeralds, and his skin was... No way around it, pale. He was one of those people that could never get color to his skin besides sun spots... This guy SCREAMED Irish, everything from him was passed down from generations of farmers and rebels... His broad shoulders, his thick muscles, his large form... This guy, if given the chance, could have EASILY been a great knight back in the old days... Sort of like Diablo. But, it was the modern 21st century... He would settle for a defensive line player on the football team... His body was build, like a athlete, but not to the point that he looked gross and deformed... He was, as some of the girls put it, "a Hunk." It sort of helped being a hug ass guy... 6'6" tall... For a moment, I thought how horrible it must be for the guy on the offensive side to see me in front of him...
I laughed happily, smiling at myself as I turned away... Basic bathroom calls.
Natures call is answered, take a shower, dry off, brush, trim my stubble, rinse, aftershave, then go out and get dressed... It was the same every day... I walk over to the computer and smile softly at it... The screen was still on, and a building stood in my P.O.V... It was the largest building I have ever constructed in my Minecraft single player world... It was a lovely mansion, dark spruce logs and old oak planks for the outside, glass panes in some areas form the windows, the panes surround by green stained clay blocks. It's hard to describe... But hell, I just started last night, and I worked till 2am... I gently pressed the power button on the monitor and let it shut off, the computer still humming as I left the room. It was going to be great getting back to Minecraft... I haven't played because I never had time when I joined football two years back... it was strange how much it changed... But I couldn't wait to come home and play for the weekend... Hell, I bet this is what it feels like for some of the people that played Halo and moved over to Halo 4 when they had time... It's dumbfounding...
I promised myself, once I picked up the keys to the red RAM truck, 2011 edition, I would come home back to my home and finish it...
If I knew how much I would get into here in a few minutes... I would have taken that back...
AN: Welp! There is the beginning! It's mostly the filler to the beginning of the story, I just wanted to give you the basic idea of what the main character was like. I do plan on continuing, but remember, I work on things when I WANT TO and CAN.
But when I do find myself in this spot again, I promise to deliver~!
Follow, comment, and give your thoughts on what you think might happen next! (I miiiiight peak into the comments for some ideas, hint hint ;3)
