Anubis "Doggie" Cruger
Anubis "Doggie" Cruger
I know I haven't updated my other story, "After the End" in a while, but I'm working on it. I hate writer's block. sigh Anyway this has been stewing in the back of my mind so I decide to write it down. I hope you like it!! P.S. Please review!
I don't own anything. At all. Period.
ADC POV
"NO!! Isinia!" I shout. I sit up in bed, sweat pouring from my body. I look around. I am in a gray room, the only thing on the
walls are SPD insignias. Then I remember, I am the Earth SPD commander. No longer am I an honored member of a great race,
but a lowly commander positioned on this planet as a way of punishment from Birdy. What that over conceited pile of feathers
doesn't know is that hes doing me a favor. Grumm is trying to take this planet, and I will have my vengeance. For the sake of my
brothers and sisters in arms, in blood, my parents, my wife... I pull the sheet back and walk to the bathroom, thinking of what
I've lost only makes me more bitter. I turn on the cold water in the shower and step in. I barely feel the ice cold water that
cascades off my body. When did I first realize I could no longer feel? Pain. That is all, the pain of the heart and soul. Physical pain
no longer exists for me. Instead only a dull ache takes its place. I know the wound is there, I just can't feel it. I rest my head
against the shower wall. All I want is to feel again. The only time that happens is when I am around Kat. Kat. She has been my
friend since, it has been so long ago I can't remember when we first met. The cadets whisper behind our backs, they want me to
fall in love with her. What they don't know is that I was married once, Isinia... I can't get her off my mind. I hear her agonized
cries in my nightmares, hers and those of others I fought beside. I turn the water off and step from the shower. My movements
are not of living flesh, but of a dead man. It is like moving through water, every little move an effort. What is my motivation to
keep going? To keep living? I ask my self the same question every morning, and every morning I get the same answer, revenge.
For the lives taken, for the death of my race, the death of my spirit. I put on my uniform. SPD has become a joke. Everything my
people put together, everything we stood for, thrown away by a council of beings too full of themselves to remember why my
people created it in the first place. We wanted to protect ourselves and others from aliens that would harm us. We called for help
when Grumm attacked, our reply? That the council refused to send aid to a lost cause. We could have defeated them, but the aid
we needed was never to arrived. I whirl and slam my fist into the wall. I look at the indention in the metal wall left by my hand.
The only thing I felt was a dull ache across my knuckles. If Kat came to find me she would notice the dent and fuss at me for not
reigning in my temper. I sigh. I'll have to fix it tonight before she comes to my quarters again. As I walk from my bedroom I
glance at the kitchen. The mere thought of food makes me sick. Once again I will skip breakfast. I can't lie to Kat though, when
she asks me what I ate I will avoid the question. I leave my quarters, cadets salute me as I pass. I finally reach the command
center where she is waiting for me. I growl silently, she is too pale. She has not recovered from Benag's attack. I think back to
the battle at the Quarry. He was right, I couldn't save Isinia, and I almost lost Kat. I shake my head as I walk to my chair. I feel
her hand on my shoulder, "Are you ok?" she whispers. I turn to look at her. "I'm fine" I lie. Her amber eyes seem to pierce what
little soul I have left. "Ok, If you want to talk you know where to find me she whispers." I watch her walk from the command
center. So begins one more day, one more hour, one more moment that I draw closer to my revenge and the sweet release of
death, for once my task is complete I don't think I can go on living.