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Chapter 2
Searing pain shot through my head. I grabbed my head with my hands as if I had a headache and screamed at the top of my lungs. Alma was definitely messing with my mind. In fact, I could seem to feel her presence in my head. I wasn't sure how, but this seemed to trigger something in the back of my mind. My brain retaliated and forced Alma's presence from my mind. She screeched, stumbled back a few steps, and vanished.
The point man walked over to me. "How did you do that?" he asked.
"I just... I don't know..." I replied.
"Not even I could have done that! And I'm he-" He stopped in mid-sentence, looking rather uneasy.
"What? Are you ok? What is it?" I asked. He couldn't see my face because of my helmet, but if he could have, he would have known I was concerned.
"I'm not ready to admit that to anyone yet. Sorry." he said.
"I understand. For the first couple of weeks, I couldn't admit that I could not remember the first fifteen years of my life." I told him.
He looked up and smiled. "Thanks..." he said.
I realized that his helmet was gone. "What happened to your helmet?"
"It got smashed in the helicopter crash. Let's says that my head broke my fall."
"You landed on your head from that height and you're still alive?!" I exclaimed.
"You had it worse than me. You landed on your neck, and the chopper landed on top of you. When I dragged you out of the wreckage, I was sure you were dead! Not a scratch on you!"
This surprised me. I stayed quiet for a while after that. The point man stood up. When I thought about it, he seemed to be about the same age as me. Not that it mattered much.
"Didn't you check me for a pulse?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "but you didn't have one."
"Oh..." I did a double take. "Wait, what?"
I reached up to my neck to feel for a pulse. I waited ten seconds. Nothing. No pulse. I began to panic. I put hand over my heart. I felt no pulse there either. I forced myself to calm down. "Would it disturb you if I said I still don't have a pulse?"
"No."
I was astonished. "May I ask why?"
"I've seen worse."
A gun fired nearby, and I gasped as pain ripped through my arm. Someone shot me! I ran to my left and took cover behind an overturned dumpster. A thought hit me. I didn't have a gun! As I looked around for a weapon, I happened to see where I got shot in the arm. I froze. I wasn't bleeding! There was a bullet wound, but no blood! First, I didn't have a pulse, and then I wasn't bleeding! What was next?
I heard more gunfire, and I saw the point man running across the street at an inhuman speed. He began firing his assault rifle at our unseen assailant. I heard a sickening splatter as the bullets hit their mark. I peered out over the top of the dumpster. A replica soldier lay dead in the street, blood pouring from several bullet holes in his head.
"Lovely..." I said. I walked up to the body and picked up the pistol he had shot me with. I also found a shotgun strapped to his back.
I looked at my arm again. The bullet hole was gone! There wasn't any sign of an injury!
"Where did that bullet wound go?" the point man asked.
"I don't know!" I exclaimed. "It wasn't bleeding, and it just disappeared!"
The point man just shrugged, as if it was normal.
"Why did you stop when we were running?"
The point man looked right at me. "You don't want to know. We have a bigger problem. The replicas haven't deactivated. Paxton Fettel controls them."
"So?"
"I put four bullets right between his eyes, but Fettel isn't dead."
A new voice broke in. "That is correct, brother."
I turned toward the voice, and saw a man who wore a leather vest and had blood smeared around his mouth. The man we called Paxton Fettel.
I didn't think. I immediately drew my shotgun and fired several shells at him, shouting, "Die, you inhuman cannibal freak!"
The shotgun shells didn't seem to do much. He didn't even flinch. He just laughed manically and said, "Imbecile..."
Suddenly I was lifted into the air, squirming to get free, and was slammed into a nearby building. Then everything went black. Again.