Just because I'm telling you this story doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it. This could all be pre-recorded and I could be talking to you from the bottom of the ocean or from a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere. Yeah it's that kind of story. My story. My name is Morgan, the younger sister of Deckard and Owen, the ex-military and current mercenaries. Before you ask I have long black hair, that curls at the ends, fair skin, piercing green eyes and a slim but kind of muscular frame. The feature everyone notices is the scar down my left eye. A story I will tell you later. So now you know a bit about me, its time to tell you my story.
My life started out like any other child really. I was the only daughter of Magdalene and her youngest child. I was raised in a four bedroom semi-detracted house and went to a local school. Nothing really exciting. Oh and before you ask, I'm seven years younger than Deckard and three years younger than Owen. To be fair my childhood isn't that exciting but if you are to understand the decisions I made as an adult then you probably have to know this.
When I was five years old my father disappeared, I can't tell you what his name was or even what he looked like, I can just remember him being a blur until he disappeared. I have no memory of him I can't even tell you what happened in the events that are shown in pictures. My mother told me and my brothers, he died, but we knew from the way she was saying it that wasn't true, we knew deep down he had left us, he had walked away from his wife and three children without a second thought or without batting an eye lid. He never came back or even got in contact except a card every now and again when he remembered we existed.
School. Now that was a challenge, not so much for me but for the people I was around. For the teachers and other students. Even as a child I loved to break the rules. There was just something so thrilling about breaking the rules, something so exciting about it. I did have a little trouble making friends in my first year of school, Owen being super protective and going to older brother mode, scared people who tried to make friends away. He soon realised the error of his ways and let some get close to me, he was always around though just to make sure I was okay and wasn't overwhelmed by the whole situation.
Like I said before, I was a difficult child, I was late for school when walking on my own or with my brothers, making a point of walking slow. In classes I would sometimes act like I didn't know what I was doing or not listen and make things up as I was going. Bearing in mind this was junior school, they said then I wouldn't get far in life. I bet if they could see me now then they wouldn't say that. I used to get into fights a lot when I was in primary, a trait that followed me in the high school. In my last year of junior school, we went on a trip to a place in the middle of nowhere, the closest town was about forty odd miles away. It was like an adventure thing. Bearing in mind I would have been around eleven or twelve at the time.
At this place we did all sorts of things, laser tag, night walks, abseiling, rock climbing, zip wire, quad biking and archery, along with a few different indoor activities including making sort picture video's and disco's. It was during this small weekend break with the school as part of goodbye thing, that I got my famous recognisable scar. It was on the Saturday, the second day of the three day trip. My memory of this event is a bit fuzzy so you will have to bear with me. I think it was about mid day, my class was split into two groups, one group was on the zip wire and the other was on the track that ran underneath it, on the quad bikes. I was one of them on the quad bikes. They let us go on there in alphabetical order, so I was near the end since my last name began with S. A class mate of mine was going to be the other of the quad bikes with me since they put us in pairs. Being two bikes and all.
Anyways, I was on one of the bikes, one of the instructors helped me with everything, told me what each part on the handle bar did and helped me to put the safety helmet on. After that he explained he was going to hook himself up behind and walk or run behind the bike until I got the hang of how it worked. When he was satisfied I knew how it worked he unhooked himself, and allowed me to go around the track on my own. Now this is where my memory goes a little bit hazy. The girl on the zip wire must of got scared or so they told me, and threw the wire to get down from the fifty odd foot high wire, mistaking the quad biking instructors for the ones in charge of the zip wire. By the time the instructors of the biking noticed the wire in my tracks it was too late, I had ran over it. The wire got caught in the axle of the front wheels. I was going around the track happily until the wire stopped and pulled the front of the bike from under me, as it did the wire snapped, the part attached to the bike flew back, hitting me in the face.
Now bear in mind I was around eleven, made twelve years old at the time. The headmistress of the school didn't realise as she had gone to take a cigarette break, but the instructs had come to my aid straight away, having started to ran my way as soon as they seen the wire. The official report says by the time they got to me, I was conscious still, but my left eye was swollen shut, there was blood coming from somewhere but they couldn't tell from where. They said I was crying and a teacher came to my side to try and calm me while the other one got the other student from the quad bike and took her with the other students away from the scene as quickly as possible. Informing the headmistress of accident when she returned.
As to be expected an ambulance was called, and the first aiders on site were too. They must have been near by as they got their quickly, taking the broken helmet of my head carefully so not to cause any more damage. Someone also got the girl on the zip wire down, questioning her on what happened due to the wire being the one she had thrown. The report says I passed out just after the first aiders got there, and a few minutes before the paramedics in the ambulance arrived. The teacher that had tried to calm me went in the ambulance with me to the nearest hospital. I remember waking up a few hours later, my mum was talking to about three people outside of the room, one of them I recognised as the school's headmistress. My brothers Deckard and Owen where in the room with me, neither appeared to realise I had woken up. I remember squeezing something in my left hand, not being able to see out that eye was worrying. I started to freak out as any kid going through that would have.
Owen and Deckard noticed and tried their best to calm me down, although not telling me why I couldn't see anything out of my left eye, not even giving detail on what happened or where I was. I had never been in a hospital before then, so I didn't know where I was or what the beeping noise from near me was. Deckard poked his head out the door, when he came back in he was followed by my mum, the headmistress of the school, a nurse who smiled and said hello to me and a police officer who appeared to be glum, there was another person who entered shortly after, the instructor who helped me after it all happened.
I remember my mum hugging me but looking sad about something, she tried to hide it behind her anger but I could still see she was sad. She stood at my side after that, while explaining to me the policeman want to ask me some questions on the events that took place earlier in the day. I was asked about the girl on the zip wire, if I remember correctly her name was Karris. I was asked things like "Were we friends?", "Did she have anything against me?", "Would there be any reason why she would purposely throw the wire into my bikes tracks?". I answered them all honestly, and with as much information as I could remember, all the while the headmistress of the school. Mrs Nelson I think her name was, looked angry at the words I was speaking, like she didn't want me to tell the truth on things that had happened between me and Karris in the past.
When the policeman left he lead Mrs Nelson out with him, saying its best not to cause any more stress. I didn't understand what he meant then, but I do now. The nurse in the room, said she was going to explain what happened to me, and why I couldn't see out my left eye. That was something that worried me as I didn't know if I wanted to know. With waking up somewhere I didn't recognise with my brothers around me, and being questioned by a policeman over the incident it was pretty frightening. She explained to me what happened.
"Hi Morgan, I'm Sarah the nurse charged with looking after you during your stay here. A few hours ago you were involved in an accident on the quad bikes at the local adventure land. Michael he was the instructor who got to you first and called for the paramedics and first aid. You can't see out of your left eye due to a bandage being over it. That being there due an injury you sustained during the accident" explained Sarah, she was so kind and gentle. Yet the words she spoke haunt me to this day. I though the worst when she said eye injury. I thought I was going to go blind and pretty much sent myself into a panic attack.
I don't remember how long I was in the hospital for, but I remember having to go back to a hospital near to where I lived for check ups and scans. I also remember being told I would regain full sight in the eye but I would have permanent scaring down the eye. A reminder if you will of the time when I started to lose trust in people around me. When I returned to school a few weeks later, everyone acted so weird around me, apart from a few of my friends, they treated my the same as before. Although they were a little more weary, one of the teachers told them if I said my eye hurt or something like that to stop what they were doing and call an adult around for help. They did just that. Deckard would come and pick me up everyday, making sure I was nowhere near Karris and nothing else happened.
Bearing in mind at this time Deckard had finished school and was now aiming to join the British Military. He wanted to serve his country and make his family proud. I knew mum was already proud of the man he had become, he had protected me and Owen whenever he could, graduated from school and went to college. He had passed his driving test and was now working in a local shop while waiting to hear back from the military about his application. Owen on the other hand was in his ninth year at school. He would always greet me with a hug when I got home with Deckard, asking how my day at school had been much like Deckard would do during the ride home.
I remember Deckard would some times, pick me up from school then go to the local high school and get Owen, then he would take us bowling or to the local shops and get sweets or something, going to a park or something afterwards, then taking us home. He would sometimes help us with our homework before going out with friends. As soon as we returned home mum would make dinner, then send us to do our homework, like Deckard helping us with it where she could. She would make sure our uniform was washed and ready for the next time we would need it. Like she would make our sandwiches ready for the next day and made sure we had everything we needed for the next time at school. That never changed, even when Deckard went to work she would make him sandwiches to take with him.
She raised three kids as a single mother, making sure we had everything we needed. As well as making sure we were fed and knew we were loved. She was everything a mum should be, and still is to this day. If we don't call her once a week she will worry about us, and scold us when we do finally call her. As her kids we aimed to make her proud, to keep that smile we grew up with on her lips, knowing we were the ones who put it there.
I remember after the accident, I wasn't allowed to play outside with my friends or go to after school events. Instead I was taken home by Deckard and played board games with my brothers and mum. When Deckard got accepted into the military, he left to go to the base, leaving me, mum and Owen. It was a lot quieter after that, instead of Deckard coming to pick me up from school Owen did when he got his drivers licence. As my eye injury still hadn't healed properly I still wasn't allowed to go to after school things or play outside. So Owen would stay home with me and play board or card games with me. Instead of doing as most teenage boys do at that age. He chose me over going out with his friends. He always said I was more important, I was his family and although there were his friends they were replaceable where as I as his little sister wasn't. He told me something Deckard told him, about every man having a code. Saying his one was loyalty to his family and his precision in things he does.
I can remember when it come to going to high school, I was terrified. I knew how judgemental others could be, and considering by now the injury down my eye had almost healed and was leaving a raw scar there. I knew I was going to be tormented about it. Mum always said I was a tough girl, saying she taught all her children, to stand up for themselves and speak their minds. Where as Owen who was going to be start his tenth year at the school, reminded me he would be around to ensure I would be okay, and to make sure I knew where I was going or to help if I needed it. He would walk with me to the school since it was around the corner from us and walk with me back home too.
Looking back on it, other than the accident with the quad bikes, my junior school life and earlier years was pretty uneventful. I know I wouldn't have gotten through the event without my mum and brothers there to help me understand. Owen and Deckard going super protective. They all but did background checks on my classmates after that. I remember it took me a while to adjust when Deckard left home, I kept expecting him to walk through the front door or come home in his car. Even him listening to music in his room. Owen would always be there though. As you can gather although my brothers were pains in my side we were close, always there for each other.
I could always remember when Deckard was in his tenth year of school. He was either fifteen or sixteen at the time. He was going to hang out with friends as he put it, but mum had to do a late shift at work that night. So he had to look after me and Owen. He changed things with his friends so instead of going to their normal spot they hung out at the house. The group included us as much as they could, teaching us street dancing and a few gymnastics. Settling down after and playing a few games with us.
Its funny before reading this so many people would think Deckard is a cold hearted killer who cares for no one or about anything and they would probably say Owen is an emotionless bastard who only cares about getting the job done, switching out team members whenever necessary to make sure the task at hand is completed with precision and as best as it can be. Yet after reading this, they would probably realise there is something the pair of them care for, they are human not matter how cold or emotionless they act. Through this they would probably see a different side of the men they have become known as, a different side to the mercenaries they have evolved into over the years.