Red Vs. Blue - The Remnants
This story includes Tex being depicted as a human, and still the Beta. I suggest that you suspend your disbeliefs and prior knowledge, to believe that this is the same Tex you know from RvB, but as if she were a human, And yes the character here in the beginning is Tex.
This story may also eventually include spoilers, just so you know. This will be rated T just for good measures and any future content.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any part of Red Vs. Blue, Which also includes their characters. The owners of Red Vs. Blue are the creators over at Roosterteeth.
Some time in 2554, Near an ODST Planning Zone in Reach.
Agent Nevada (Tex/Texas/Allison)
6:38 PM
The last of my kind, The ones who we all worshipped, arisen from the ashes, forged from the depths of hell, but now we find ourselves actually facing what we were supposedly never going to encounter ... "Spartans Never Die" ... Never heard anything with more lies. I'd awoken from a sleep of sorts, only to see everything, which was still nothing but a blank canvas. My helmet visor cracked and scratched, and my armor slowly burning from the fiery embers, and ashes. I rose my helmet from my head, and looked at my reflection, but I could only see a distorted view of myself. I dropped my helmet onto the rubble and debris, and watched it slowly roll on the ground, collecting smudges and a grayish black coloring from the ashes. I glanced up, but it was too much for me told hold a steady stare, so I preferred to take my own method, and I stared at the rubble instead. Nothing to see, nothing to hope for ... How could they do this to us? Thinking of the others, and who they used to be, I started to feel a burn of pain through my body, as if I were being shocked, and alongside that, my anger and resent began to grow. I tried to stop myself from thinking, but my anger had gotten the best of me, as I unleashed a fury of punches and hits on a dead soldier's corpse, imagining that the soldier was him, The very man I hated the most, the one I wish I could seek out and take the liberty to kill him myself. I couldn't control myself, I was a monster, as everyone perceived, and I only now can realize that they were right .. but I'm too late to take back anything I ever did or said ... they're gone now.
Everyone deemed me as the fearless mercenary, without much to fail at ... But I know myself better, and I know they were all wrong. At my core, I'm weak, and fearful ... I've always been too weak to confront someone and tell them anything about myself, and tell anyone how I actually felt. I was too fearful of being seen as a weak person if I ever let anyone know about my life, if I ever told anyone that I'm actually a person, a person who has feelings just like them. I held everything back that I wanted to say, and now I have nobody to say it to. They'd never understand anyways .. I suppose. I still wish I had someone who felt the same as me, or was just like me. I need someone to talk to, someone who can relate. I looked down into the face of the dead soldier that I'd hit, and I dropped to my knees, and began to cry, and sob while I sat next to the dead man. I don't even understand myself, how can I simply beat up a dead man .. over nothing? This is why they feared me, and that's why I am inwardly weak. I tried to seem like the toughest person they'd ever met, but I never really proved anything except for the fact that they shouldn't trust me. Tears ran down my cheeks, leaving glossy streaks everywhere on my face. I tried to cover myself up, still trying to be the tough soldier, but I knew that I've no reason to, so I instead just wiped my face, pulled my hair back, and stood up, trying to hold back the excess tears from flowing onto my face. I walked a few feet forward, and made sure not to look back. I walked over to were my helmet had stopped rolling on the ground, picked it up, and put it on, without much care or worry to brush it off.
