CHAPTER ONE
PHANTOM PAIN
Your Friends, Your Family, your everything makes you what you could become…. Will You?
You seem to share yourself ideals, to be burned by others when your most hated…. Will You?
Begin the Journey that you want to seek throughout your own cycle. Each cycle has a time.
A time span of many decades ahead of you. Enjoy most of your cycle. Never look back at your wrongs.
Show your good by evolving the cycles endless struggle to shine.
WE ARE HERE FOR YOU
YOU ARE HERE FOR US
WE ARE ALL HERE FOR ONE ANOTHER
-Marcie Shepard, ALLIANCE MILITARY MEDIC IV
-I-
Maddening.
The Constant waiting for your time to end.
Maddening.
It could be endless waiting for it.
Maddening.
Only to see that everything you've done was for nothing.
Pain ran through her body. But wasn't it from before? She had this thought running through her.
It came back and forth in her. She didn't like this at all. She could feel reality slipping. Not like before.
Even with experience as before this mess. It was predicable but now. It was different.
Being held in the dark room. Her wrists were bleeding out. Dripping with red stains of liquid. Dripping.
From the glowing biotic handles and restraints. She was bleeding. Bits of cuts from around her neck.
Her armor was stripped. She was in her Alliance Military bio suit. A suit made of light weight fabric.
Comfortable but not in this situation. Her head was looking downward. She had her eyes closed.
The red lip stick she loved to wear was nearly gone. Parts of her lips had small cuts. Damage of beatings.
Her body was hovering. Being held up in mid air by the restraints. All around her.
Her left side. Around her rib cage, were small injections of bleeding out.
She gritted her teeth.
Sliding doors opened afar. Entering the room, sounded the footsteps. Lights went full bright.
Nearly blinding her own sight. She looked away with closed eyes.
"Evening...As they say am I correct... Tell me…You enjoy Morning or Evening?" asked Ocilla
Tightly closed thinking of what would happen. The man standing ahead of her. He didn't smile nor laugh.
Starring at her he did. With his hands at his sides. His suit was a bio combat kind. Wasn't Alliance.
"Where?! Where am I!" she yelled
Ocilla didn't say much more about it. He turned away from her reaching to the far-left table.
As it elevated and followed beside him. Sounds gripping tools. He didn't talk much. As he just went.
His gloved hands touched the small wounds in her left rib cage side. Making a cut through the fabric.
He injected her with two shots. She moved and tried to kick.
"You Struggle…The more it'll hurt" said Ocilla
"FUCK YOU!" she yelled
Ocilla lowered his arms. His head looked at her closed eyes. Looking down at the ground. He sighed.
His right hand tightened quickly. Sound of a gripping tight grip from his plastic glove went sounding.
She looked up gasping. The punch was strong. Slamming into her gut. She lost her breath.
Her eyes opened. Widely staring forward. You could see her silver deadly like iris colored eyes.
Beautiful and wonderful looking you could marry her instantly. Her hair moved along.
Her head dropped down again staring towards the extended arm into her stomach.
"Again…. Morning or Evening…. That is what I'm asking from you" said Ocilla
"!ARGHHH…. Evening" she said
Ocilla nodded and liked that answer. Turning away from her lightly leaving the needles down.
The blood stains on his right-hand glove. Taking the moment to stare. He turned over his palm.
Giving the blood a look at. She looked to him. Her head turned with hair strains in the way. Bits.
She could see somewhat his image. He wore a helmet in black as much as his suit.
His left shoulder had a symbol of a Raven.
"Are you? No..Your Part of them..." she asked
"Hmm? The Crew? No, No I'm merely just a man with an ideal intention. I'm nothing more" said Ocilla
Closing her eyes again. The pain came through. She was gasping for air. Feeling a restraint.
"I'm just a ghost of nothing…I don't mean harm or Happiness" said Ocilla
Ocilla came back to her touching her left shoulder. Causing another slam of an injection. She grunted.
He could tell she was still in pain. But this needed to be done. One way or another.
"Just…Tell Me what are you doing to me…" she asked once more
Ocilla pulled out the injection. Looking down at the ground. Thinking of it. The question.
His tone was soft yet heavy when he spoke aloud. As if he was a cold machine.
She wanted to know more than anything at this moment in time.
"I am Nothing but A Shadow in this storm that has been created by hands of Mortals" said Ocilla
"Steven Carver the third, Genesis Book 37th" she answered
Blood came as a tear drop from her left eye.
"Your-? A Medic Officer?" she said
She opened them staring at him once more. He did the same looking at her.
"Correct. You understand what I am about now do you" answered Ocilla
Her eyes stared into his visor. His hands touched another tool. It looked like a knife-like tool.
"You're the defected Medical Officer of the Alliance? But why here?" she said
Took a step forward to her.
"Paths of what we seek send us to various places even if those places are horrible" said Ocilla
She blinked. Seeing him getting closer and closer to her again.
"A false Cause is a poison that must die" said Ocilla
Face to face both were staring at one another. She was high above still in restraints.
"Understand here what I speak is only truth" said Ocilla
She was getting angry about it. Feeling the rage building up.
"You left them. You left the Alliance and for this?!" she yelled
Ocilla felt lost a little. He didn't smile or anything he was silent for a second.
"I was pushed into something that wasn't right at all, forcing me to leave everything behind" said Ocilla
She stopped as she heard these words.
"Not everything is right, not everything is wrong. It is determined by how you see it through you" he said
Hands tightened as she heard him speak these words. Bringing back memories of those before.
"Out of Many people You have lost many I know that for a fact" said Ocilla
"For one to lose so many how is it that your faith in them is still trust worthy" he asked
"Understand Words Can Kill A living Soul" said Ocilla
She let go. Letting go of her anger and rage. She stopped. She looked at him again.
Ocilla removed his gloves and tossed aside the blade. She breathed easily again.
"I removed the trapped plating, closed your wounds. Cleaned you" said Ocilla
"That is what I did, my intentions weren't meant to hurt, you struggled it" he said
Ocilla turned away from her. Walking away she could hear the footsteps.
"Out of the many" said Ocilla
She looked up. Staring at the glowing door way of an exit. Ocilla walking out.
Giving a heavy stare towards the outdoors. She could see the bright light outside.
"I RESPECT YOU MOST SHEPARD"