A day to be alone
So scared to dream in a world with no sunlight.
When you wake up, you know it's darker than last night.
"You just want to leave her here?" Reaper asked in disbelief and motioned to Sam who scrolled through files and dragged them to the disks. Sarge looked to me, I would stay with Sam but he had a different use for me by the look in his dark eyes.
"I'll stay" I responded hesitantly.
"She's got a job to do, so do you commander" Sarge said with an annoyed tone. Commander? He never acknowledged my rank.
Reaper reached across the table and picked up something.
"Look, this is Portman's comm, you call if you need help ok?" He handed her the headset and she hesitantly took it. This place was getting to her you could see it in her eyes.
"You going to be alright?" John asked softly, I knew he didn't want to leave her alone. Sam put on the strongest smile she could muster and stood tall.
"I'll be fine." She said firmly and glanced to me.
"Damn straight" I commented and pulled my glock from my holster that was strapped to my hip.
"Do you know how to use a hand gun?" I asked, I highly doubted that she did but you never know, she was related to John after all.
She shook her head and looked at me with wide eyes. I cocked the gun and flicked on the safety.
"Flick this switch, on the left the one on the right will eject the clip. Remember, Left." I motioned to the safety switch and I saw her mouth 'left'.
"It's loaded, just flick the switch and pull the trigger. You have nine bullets, make em count." I explained and looked over to the glass divider. Eric still had my light attachment for my glock.
I walked behind the divider and knelt over Eric's mutated body. I hesitantly reached into his leg pocket and pulled out the small light. I lingered a bit longer than I usually would, I just expected him to walk in the room with his usual cocky grin and can do attitude. The blood pool on the ground informed me otherwise. He didn't deserve what happened to him…but then again who does? Blood covered his forehead from where he'd crushed his own skull from ramming head first into the divider. He left me here alone but I was one to talk, I left him for three years and for what? I thought I could protect him from the same fate as Brian but I was wrong.
"Shit" I hissed as tears filled my eyes and I quickly shook them away. I would mourn later, avenge now.
"Sin?" Reaper asked with a raised eyebrow and soft tone, he leaned against doorway into the small section of infirmary. I ignored his question and got to my feet with a stern expression.
"Let's move" I said firmly and strode past him.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Reaper grabbed my arm, careful not to touch my shoulder and pulled me back to face him.
"If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting our entire lives" I spoke firmly and glanced into his eyes. John smirked and looked down to my ribcage.
"Your stitches holding together?" He asked softly.
"As well as they are going to" I replied and looked down to my stomach wound. The side of my face stung like a bitch.
"Good, and your other various life threatening wounds?" He asked sarcastically.
"Killing me" I replied flatly and he raised his eyebrow.
"What are you doing here Valkery? We both know you're not here out of the goodness of your heart" He hissed and a small smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth.
"I'm here for the same reason as you John" I replied and ripped my forearm from his tight grasp.
"No, you would never agree to this mission"
"Here I am" I stated plainly and stepped to pass him but he stepped in front of me so my face was a mere ten centimetres from his chest.
"Why are you here?" He repeated.
"Get out of my way, John" I sighed, I didn't have time for his shit
"You wou-"
Stop acting like you know me, John! I wanted to scream it in his smug face.
"I am not your enemy." I spoke firmly and felt something drip down my cheek.
"Fuck" My hand immediately shot up to the side of my face and I wiped away the red substance. that dripped from my bandage.
John breathed out deeply and smacked my hand away from the white bandage.
"Hold still" He ordered but I stepped back and side passed him.
"Valkery" John breathed out in frustration and grabbed the waist of my vest.
"I'll live" I hissed and snapped my head toward him in anger. His eyes softened but he held a blank expression on his face.
"Hold still" John said softly instead of his usual arrogant tone and I glared at him as he lifted the bandage that stuck to the side of my face. My jaw clenched in pain as he tugged at the stitches before lowering the bandage again.
"Any pain?" He asked and tilted my chin to get a look at my eyebrow gash. I stood stock still from the warmth on my face and raised an eyebrow.
"Only you" I smirked under his disapproving glare and pushed his hand away from my face.
"We have work to do"
From the other side of the door I glanced up just as Sam looked away and strode toward her.
"It's not as powerful as ours, but it'll do the job" I spoke firmly and slammed the light in its place on the glock with my palm. I was angry not only at myself for showing weakness but for not being able to protect Eric. Sam jumped slightly at the violent action and hesitantly took back the weapon as I handed it to her.
"Let's hope you won't have to use it" I said and looked up to Sam, she was scared but holding together well.
"Reaper, What is Sinister's condition?" Sarge spoke to John, just loud enough for me to hear. You fucking kidding me?
I tried to hear what they were saying but i was too far away.
"Sinister" Sarge called me over and I slowly walked toward him.
"You need to be medically cleared"
"We haven't got time for medical clearances...Sarge" I hissed and he towered over me.
"You do what you are goddamn told!" Asher spat and a small smirk formed on my lips.
My fingers reached for the zipper that ran down the front of my vest and I pulled it before lifting the hem of my shirt to just above where the bandage finished.
"Just, stay still" Reaper stepped forward and slowly ripped off the bandage that was stuck across the right side of my ribcage. He lightly touched around the bruising on the left side of my ribcage and glanced over the bandages on my shoulders. I was sure I had at least two broken ribs on my left side now, just from the purple bruising.
I looked like a human pin cushion with stitches on my face, stomach and shoulders. The bruising around the wounds was the worst but it would heal. My hair was a mess in its high pony tail and there was dirt smudges on my cargo pants. I had to wear a belt on my cargo pants just to keep them from falling down.
Lastly John checked the stitches on my cheek and the cut in my eyebrow. It probably needed stitches too but not as much as my other wounds.
"Any dizziness?" He asked flatly and touched around the cut in my eyebrow.
"No,you satisfied?" I asked bitterly to Reaper and he simply glared at me with an annoyed look. He knew I'd won.
"Move out" Sarge ordered.
Okay, we'll see you soon." Reaper said to Sam and walked after Sarge. I painfully pulled my vest over my shoulders and zipped up the front before shouldering my rifle and following after them.
"Be careful" I said softly to Sam and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You too" She responded and I smirked before jogging after Sarge and Reaper.
