Chapter 1

Fareeha woke from her slumber when her body jerked from a dream that was still almost vivid when she stared at the wall across from her bed. Sweat beads were forming across her forehead as her breath came out in quick puffs while her fingers were tightly twisted within the sheets, holding onto them tightly. Her window was open to let a cool breeze trickle along Fareeha's bare skin of her exposed body. A small shuffle next to her caused her eyes to glance to the side to see a women sleeping soundly, her chest moving as she let out small breaths of air. The women's pale naked body was wrapped within the sheets, only a leg poked out to feel with coolness of the room. Fareeha let out a sigh, her hand raising to wipe off the sweat that was forming and to brush the hair back from her face. It seemed like no matter how much she drank or how much she kept herself busy with women, she couldn't shake the horrific dreams that kept hunting her in her sleep.

The visions of people trying to escape bombings while innocent towns get slaughtered and there was nothing she could do about it, her dreams make it impossible for her to move. She was only able to watch while death swept through each and every town. Fareeha shook her head, placing her feet on the floor as she she made her way to the kitchen. It was still dark, a clock stating it was 3:32am. Fareeha glanced out of the kitchen window, seeing clouds slowly more surely making their was across the purplish blue sky while the moon peeked out once in awhile to allow rays of light to brighten up the land below it. Once the thoughts faded from Fareeha's mind she grabbed the communicater that was on the kitchen counter. She held her breath when she turned it on, only to let it out annoyingly when there were no messages to be read about any missions.

She was a solider and she strived to fight, to protect those who need it. But she didn't want to admit that it was also to distract her from the thoughts that hunted her from previous battles. Fareeha gripped the communicater tightly before making her way back into the room. She was staying at the artificial intelligence research facility where she was once stationed at when she was apart of OverWatch. Fareeha went back to the facility to help those around the area that needed her. War seemed to always linger and she wasn't going to stop serving to protect the innocent. She didn't hesitate to access her armor she used in battle. Once a code was punched in, a thick, metal door slowly open to reveal the Raptora Mark VI a combat suit designed for rapid mobility and devastating firepower. It was glamorous! A midnight blue that glint from the slightest beam of light. Fareeha ran her fingertips along the brisk metal, a small smile tugging at her lips.

It seemed this was the only thing that made her happy, the only thing that gave her a purpose. She slowly took piece by piece, putting the armor on, almost like it was a dance with a lover. Once suited, Fareeha took her helmet that was staring back at her. She glimpsed at herself through the visor before placing it on her head. The helmet automatically accessed night vision, allowing Fareeha to see clearly in the dark. She left the facility, the doors closing heavily behind her causing a loud bang that echo'd throughout the canon. There was no sound after that, just the breeze and small critters that moved about the harsh stone. Fareeha activated her jets in the suit, the wings lifting from behind her as the blast bolted her up into the air like a jet fighter. She didn't know where she was heading but that was the beauty of it. She's able to fly where she pleases, the freedom to do so gave her small goose bumps along her skin.

This was her happiness, this moment right here, in the sky within the clouds and seeing nothing but peace. But this only lasted so long when explosions started to hit around her and shrapnel thudding against her Raptora Mark VI combat suit. Fareeha's body tighten up as she dove down towards land to get away from the bombs. Her visor was giving off information about the enemy before her. There were three jeeps and a truck, all heavily armed. A machine gun didn't hesitate to start shooting at Fareeha when she came close causing her to dodge with a hard right. She almost lost control, missing a sand bank by inches. The enemy was originally on it's way to a near by town before they spotted Fareeha and decided to take down one of the most dangerous soldier that was a threat to them.

She wasn't moved though, she kept forces while information processed, tell her there were three men in each of the jeeps with rifles while six in total in the truck. One was on the machine gun while two more were operating FIM-92 Stingers to shoot missiles at her which almost hit their marks if it wasn't for the flares that shot out from the back of Fareeha's suit. They weren't the only ones with fire power, she had something that was much more effective. She has her own rocket launcher that launches rockets that deal significant damage in a wide blast radius specially against armed foes and small vehicles.

Fareeah couldn't help but let out a laugh of excitement as she shot back, the missiles easily hitting their targets, the jeeps exploding as she hurtled over them with rapid speed. As she came around to give another round of missiles as the truck, a rocket erupt right in front of her, causing her to to fly back right into a sand dune. When she hit the dunes with such force, sand burst everywhere causing a smoke and dust cloud to arise into the air. Fareeah's ears were ringing and her eyes were closed with pain. Her head and ears pulsing, warm liquid dripping from her finger tips onto the sand coating it with droplets of maroon. She could taste the copper in her mouth from the blood. Was this it? Was this how she was going to go down? Her thoughts rushed as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Right when the heaviness of darkness latched onto her, dragging and pulling she heard a voice, a sweet, soft voice that was like nectar. Fareeah tried to open her heavy eye lids but couldn't. She gave in but knew an angel had come.