Part 1

Nivanfield ~Piers wakes up after hatching from a cocoon that was drifted onto the sand. Chris heard this news and rushed to the HQ only to find someone younger. Piers, however, is younger and the lost of memory is driving him insane until he spots Chris rushing in. For some reason, Piers can remember Chris and other…darker feelings… {Chris/crazy!Piers}

Piers POV

Water. Rushing from all different directions. I think I'm floating but it feels strange being so light and calm. It feels warm. What happened? Wait…What was that? Voices? What's that cracking sound?

"Its hatching! Everyone, stand back!" A male voice?

"Wait! The radars are showing a heart beat, it's alive!" A woman?

Crack.

Crack. Crack. CRACK!

A sharp pain went straight to my back as I gasped out, feeling the water enter my mouth as I felt like struggling. I thrashed and coughed, panic running through my body. My eyes shot open, one pure white while the other is pure hazel. All I could see was the liquid, was it water though? Either way, it was thick and yellow in color as I let out a few pointless coughs. Suddenly, it felt like I was being bond tightly, I thrashed wildly and let out an inhuman scream.

Behind my back, something cracked to the point where a cool breeze touched my skin. I leaned back and soon, it cracked open and all the water was rushing out. I collapsed on what felt like a sandy shore as I was drinking in the sweet air. My throat was sore and my body didn't obey me at all, making me lay there completely at their mercy. My vision was mixing all the images together until it blurred. My eyes failed to keep up as they slowly closed while I saw someone walk over to me.

Darkness falling.

Jill POV

There is no way…I mean, from Chris' reports, Piers had died from the underwater facility, saving Chris from death. But here I was, on the Chinese shores staring at a man who was supposed to be dead. The cocoon that was recently hatched was currently being taken care of by the solider. A medical doctor was lifting Piers onto a stretcher as I walked over to the young sniper. Looking down at him, I could see where the virus had been. On his right arm, scars were left as a brutal reminder on what he did for Chris and everyone else. The scarred skin was pink and looked raw as they trailed all over his arm to his shoulder. His entire body, however, looked younger, maybe close to the age of 21 while his face had a few of the same scars. What the hell happened to him in that damned cocoon?

I placed one hand on his cheek softly, quickly resisting the urge to pull away. Shocks? I could feel it under my fingertips as light shocks ran through my fingers. I think I gasped at first before realizing something else. His skin was cold but smooth unless you touched the scars. They were slightly warmer and rougher than the rest of his body. My fingers carefully opened one of his eyes, his left eye, to find it was his usual hazel eye. His other eye, however, was white with slight grey mixed in as they made me shudder a bit.

"Mrs. Valentine?" A solider called other to me.

"Sorry, what were you saying, solider?" I stood up tall, knowing the medical doctor was talking the stretcher over to the van.

"We got word from HQ to report back as soon as we are done here. Mr. Kennedy has also requested for you to call him." The solider looked at me with a firm tone.

I sighed. I knew Leon was snooping around somewhere but what was I suppose to say? Oh yeah! We just found a cocoon that turned out to be Chris' second in command! And by the way, he's 21 now! It made me flinch to think about what Chris will do if he found out about Piers. I knew I had to report in but how could I explain this? Should I call Chris? Maybe Leon can do it for me…

Piers POV

Visions all around me. Chris was screaming at me over and over. Chris? That's what my brain told me as I saw a man in my vision. He was pounding at what looked like a pod. Screams and promises. Pain was in his eyes. Another vision. Three men were reaching out to me and the same man again. All of them bursting into flames while the strange goo consumed their body while hardening into a cocoon. Cocoon? Was I need the cocoon?

Piers? Can you hear me?

The female again? She seemed to be whispering to me.

Piers, don't worry. We will help you. Just hang in there.

I wanted to open my mouth but I couldn't move. My body just won't obey me. I stared into the darkness, feeling something moving. A car? I think so…I felt warmth suddenly as it was soft and light. Something ached inside my chest. It's not him! Him? Who is him? Where are they taking me? Why can't I move! A soft squeeze on my hand as I think it was the woman.

God…What can I say to Chris?

Her voice was lower. Was she trying to mumble to herself, hoping I was still out cold? Chris? Why does that name…send a burning sensation through my body? Who is he?

Chris POV

I was just spending my usual time in the BSAA gym trying to clear my head of those horrible nightmares. Piers, my second in command was pushing me into the escape and I thought for a brief moment, to reach out to him. Instead the door slammed shut and my anger over took me. I banged my fists against the door over and over. Piers just smiles and tell me the world needs a guy like me before launching the pod.

The weights I was currently lifting felt heavier than usual, maybe because I feel like these weights are like my burden? My guilt? Piers didn't deserve to die as an infected! The kid was only 26 and already he's gone just like the rest of my crew. Why is it always like this? Every time I lose a member of my team, it feels like its tearing me from the inside out. I added another weight to the bar as I lay down and began lifting again. Pushing my worthless muscles to stretch and throb in pain but it didn't matter to me.

Piers! Open this fucking door! Piers!

Sorry…Captain…

That smile before I had to force myself to watch him active the pod from the outside. Haos, the BOW we fought, was on its way back as another explosion appears to be closer. Piers was panting and breathing heavier, probably because of the virus trying to take over. A green light was all what Piers needed as he pressed the button. A sudden force pushed the pod off as all I remember was simply screaming his name until I felt like my throat was going to tear.

I placed the bar back to the hooks as I sat on the bench for a moment. My eyes just staring at the carpet until I heard a familiar ringtone. My phone. Maybe it was just Leon or Claire. I was about to let it ring until I felt a strange urge to look at the Caller ID. Sure enough, it was Jill calling even though we haven't spoken to each other since I got back from China two months ago. Why was she calling now? I stared at my smartphone for a moment, just looking at the picture of Jill with her number under her face.

I sighed and slid my finger across the screen and lifted the phone to my ears.

"Chris…He's back."

Wait…What did she just say? Who's back? She can't possibly mean…

"I'm at HQ now, meet me at the medical bay as soon as you can. Room number is 402. Quickly! He already blasted two doctors for trying to restrain him."

In the background, Chris could hear screaming and loud thumps, assuming he just blasted a few more. Chris was currently on the ground level so which meant that Jill was on the 4th floor of the building close to the helipad.

"On my way!"