For angelwings202...no explanation needed :)
Your eyes open, blank,
Whites showing.
Mind numb and unthinking,
Or racing, perhaps, your choice.
Walls bare, a septic tank,
Address unknowing.
He sits there unblinking,
"Hello," a soft, gruff, voice.
"You've been given a second chance.
A chance to start again, start afresh.
Be something new, be something better."
You take a hand, to thank?
Time slowing.
Gut heavy, heart sinking.
Ask yourself, why, not rejoice?
But a chance, to be frank,
Is life forgoing.
A debt forever linking,
Two souls, sans choice, so de-joice.
"Kill with a gun, a sword, a lance.
Learn to strip the life from beating flesh.
All to serve, to be, a debtor."
Days pass, weeks turn,
You come to love the slow burn.
Feel the thrill of every hit,
Embrace the rub of all the grit.
Weeks turn, months fly,
You forget the ache for sky.
Every morning underground,
Another spar, another round.
Months fly, year comes,
Time to see who you've become.
Tanned as tough as raw hide leather,
Biting, spitting dog on tether.
First mission, first test,
Prove to Percy you're the best.
Feet on soil, something shivers,
Thought of wind and snow and rivers.
First test, first trial,
Make all the hours worthwhile.
But a feeling of regret,
As you wipe away cold sweat.
First trial, first success,
To their orders you acquiesce.
Trust, you turn upon its head,
A family split, a father dead.
Operation. Green. Complete.
Operation. Green. Complete.
Operation. Green. Complete.
Operation. Green. Complete.
Three years onward, you gasp for breath, smoke and fire,
They sear your skin through your automaton suit,
They writhe around you, a personal funeral pyre.
There is no time to consider, no alternate route.
You bend and grasp her tiny arms, her passed out frame,
You smash a window and jump, pulling both out.
The room behind disintegrates into flame.
Clutched to your chest, you stumble through the snow in doubt.
Dark shapes loom, your heart leaps, sure it is Division.
But only trees that watch over, in macabre silence.
A bitter wind that laughs at you in derision.
For ever thinking you would follow them in compliance.
You come to a road, you pull a gun, to use for good,
To stop a fleeing servant, to flee away with the girl.
You speak hurriedly, in Russian to be better understood.
Watching them drive off, you feel something unfurl.
A seed of regret, planted so long ago, with the smell of the rivers on your mind.
No more cold sweat, no more tethered beast, no more debt to bind.
Never again will trust turn on its head,
Never again, a family find its father dead.
For he will be the one to sweat, to regret.
Forever more, the making of this enemy.
As you will dedicate your life to protect,
The world from this evil, your final decree:
I will rake the land, match every twist and turn,
Shatter all your pieces, and watch you burn.
*phew* two posts in one day...*dies*