Ch. 35 My Nightmare Part 2
{Jason's point of view}
I woke up chained to the bed. I guess nothing has changed. I didn't even want to get up but had to as I felt something rise up. My arms were suddenly free of the chains that binded them as I rolled off the bed. I shook violently as I puked on the floor. Last night my sister went farther than she ever went before. I started crying as I fell onto my side. All over my skin I feel her touch even more so than before. Tiny chains were wrapped around my wrists. I knew they weren't real but no matter how much I blinked and rubbed my eyes, they wouldn't disappear. I punched the ground angrily as my tears flowed.
'I'm going to be in the military! I can't... I can't be crying like this.' I thought angrily.
"You know why your my favorite little toy? Because your innocent. Ignorant to what males are for. Do you even know what your thing is called? I bet you don't. Don't worry, it's normal now. Most boys haven't received sex ed. since there's no schools and no one wants to give boys the idea. Don't worry though. Your big sister will teach you." I heard her voice.
I don't even know what she does to me but last night was different. I was inside her. She never did that before. I'm so confused! I was finally able to get up and look through my stuff until I found a knife. I haven't done this in a long time... I wonder if... I rubbed the edge of the blade with my thumb earning a nice horizontal cut. It hurts but it strangely felt better. Its... only one time so... I took the blade and made a deep horizontal cut on my wrist. The blood quickly darkened as the wound bled.
I heard a gasp come from behind me, "What are you doing!?" a soldier asked.
I looked at the bleeding wound before I glanced to look at him showing one crazed eye, "Oh... just making sure I'm alive." I told him.
The soldier forced me to see a medic that bandaged me up. Upon seeing all my scars, I received a lecture on why I shouldn't commit self harm. I pretended to listen but none of them understood the position I was in. How I felt... How could they? They're just a bunch of puppets that point and shoot. Then again... what am I? A pathetic depressed boy that's used like a toy by his own sister. My sister kept her promise and talked to the military officers to get me the best training. Instead of being with the normal recruits and going through the basic training, I, along with another boy, was recruited into an elite team called Retro. I couldn't help but glance at the boy. He was a year younger then me I guess. He looked eager from how much he was bouncing around as we walk.
I decided to ask a stupid question in order to start conversation, "So, you joining as well?" I asked.
He looked at me with a smile, "Hell yeah. You?" He asked.
"Would I be here if I wasn't?" I asked with my hand extended.
He shook it vigorously, "I guess not... Whoa! What did you do to your wrists!?" he asked.
I pulled my hand back and hid my wrists, "Just uh... way to cope." I answered.
"Huh... my name's Charles. You?" Charles asked.
"Uh... Snips." I lied.
"Snips? That's a weird name." Charles commented with an unimpressed look.
I did a fake smile as I replied with, "My parents... weren't exactly the most creative bunch."
"From your name, I have to agree." Charles replied.
I did a nervous laugh and smile as we walked into an underground passage. Our guide was a person wearing a green metal clad helmet that resembled a Bisharp head. In place of the eyes, it had green glass acting as visors. The passage was old and decrepit with disrepair. The walls and half circle ceiling was made out of clean cut stone covered in mold or cracks. At one point, the ceiling was completely broken and half blocked the corridor. We had to press our backs to the wall and shimmy between the space to the other side of the corridor. When we were through, we continued down until we reach a large 40 feet by 50 feet room filled with beds, a kitchen, tables, chairs, and an armory. There were ten soldiers in the room playing cards. Our guide stopped and took off the helmet revealing long blood red hair. She was a woman which wasn't a big shock to me.
"Since we're here, let me introduce myself. My name is Stacy of the Blood Moon. Leader of Team Retro." Stacy introduced herself with a bow.
I took a step back and looked around the room, "My name's Snips." I told her.
"Really? Interesting." Stacy told me with a hint of disbelief.
"What?" I asked.
She looked at my wrists, "Nice scars." she commented.
I hid my wrists by folding my arms under my chest, "Thanks..." I told her.
"Oh! I'm Charles!" Charles yelled.
I looked at Charles and couldn't help but laugh to myself. He's only about 4 foot 11. His skin looked tan meaning he must be out in the sun a lot. Maybe he was a farmer before he joined? I looked at his clothes to see them a bit ragged with visible knitting used to repair the rips. His shirt was ragged with various rips bound by threads. It was blue with from how old it was, the color had dulled out. His shorts on the other hands were torn all over the bottom of it around his knees. I suppressed a giggle. It was like a skirt. His shoes completely wrecked, the soles of it were hanging off every time he took a step.
"What's up with your clothes?" I asked Charles.
He shuffled nervously, "I... have nothing else to wear." Charles blushed.
"Oh..." I wanted to say more but just stayed quiet.
"Don't worry, you'll get a uniform once you earn your first kill." Stacy told him.
"Until then, you two can be bunk mates since your both recruits." One of the soldiers told us from their poker game.
With that, Charles went straight for our bunk beds and jumped onto the top. He's got some nice jumping skills, I'll give him that. The top of the bunk bed was at least 6 feet. Either that, or he was just too excited so he overexerted himself. I just sighed and laid on the bunk bed. I stared at the ceiling of it, which was Charles' mattress, and wondered what the training would be like.
"You as excited as I am?" Charles asked as he suddenly hung his head from the top, down.
"Yeah. Be careful when you hang your head like that. You might get dizzy from the blood rushing to your head." I told him, earning a giggle to which I ask, "What's so funny?"
"Your already acting like my friend Snips." Charles told me.
I smiled at him, "I guess so but be careful, I won't pull any punches if we have to fight." I replied.
"Good. I'll even let you get the first punch free. It'll help me learn to take a punch and return one at twice the power." Charles told me.
"Whatever you say. Oh, and by the way, your face is red." I told him.
"Huh? I feel... dizzy." He murmured before falling off the bed.
I cringed at the thud but relaxed when he raised a hand and gave me a thumbs up. I shook my head with disapproval before laying back to relax. I fell asleep with a smile knowing that no one's going to hurt me.
-The Next Day-
I felt someone shaking me as I struggled to wake up. When I did, I saw my sister's face with her chain dangling right in front of me. I screamed and fell off the bed struggling against my sheets. When I stopped, I noticed it was just Stacy trying to wake me up.
"In all my years of training new cadets, that was a first. Mind explaining?" Stacy asked.
"Um... just a bad dream sir." Stacy raised an eyebrow, "I mean ma'am!" I yelled with a blush.
"That's better. Now," She took out an airhorn, "Time to wake up buttercup." Stacy grinned as she blew the airhorns right in Charles ear.
"Ah!" Charles screamed before rolling off the bed and landed on his face.
"Wow, I rate ten out of ten." I joked.
Charles slowly raised a fist at me before raising his middle finger. I laughed as I noticed Stacy wasn't in her uniform so I can actually see her figure. Stacy's eyes are greenish Hazel with a slightly darker skin tone then Charles. I noticed that she had a pleasant aroma about her that resembled freshly cooked pancakes on a Sunday morning. Her body was quite toned as she sported B-cup breasts. Her muscles were firm and slightly noticeable but strangely added to her beauty. When she stands, she at least 5 foot 10. She wore a slightly tight light blue T-shirt with a Mawile saying 'Too Cute' on it. I looked a little down to see her wearing a red skirt with grey short shorts underneath it. As for shoes, she wore plain black sneakers. Was this really our leader?
I couldn't help but stare at her until she noticed, "Don't get your hopes up. I won't always be dressed like this." Stacy told me.
I blushed hard and nodded, "Of course."
"Plus, I'm 23. I'm way out of your league." She told me.
I nodded, "O-of course," I repeated.
"Good, with that settled, Charles get up. We're going to the training room." Stacy ordered.
"We have a training room?" Charles asked.
"Of course. What? Did you think we practiced outside with the other soldiers? Now that's a funny joke." Stacy told us.
"What about the others?" I asked.
"They're out on a mission. Come on." Stacy nudged her head towards a door.
Here, let me save you the trouble and explain what happened. I went in completely fine and walked out with a bloody nose and several bruises. Charles on the other hand broke two fingers, bruised his arms badly and almost got a concussion. I think I came out on top but I freaked out in there when Stacy tried to touch me. I feel bad because she didn't do anything wrong but... Mary she... How do I get over something like this? Stacy grabbed my wrist and covered my mouth as Charles continued on ahead.
"Don't scream." Stacy ordered.
"Ok..." I replied.
"Now, tell me what's wrong." Stacy ordered.
I frowned and looked down, "I can't." I told her.
"Then can you at least explain why you lied about your name? You do know I get to see your real names before your even here right?" Stacy asked.
"...I didn't know that." I replied.
"It wouldn't matter either way. I know your sister. We used to be in the same squad together after you disappeared. What happened?" Stacy questioned.
"I don't want to talk about it. All I'll say, is that I left of my own choice." I told her.
"Sigh. Men... whatever. Let's catch up with Charles." Stacy told me.
"Alright." I replied.
Charles and I sat on my bed as Stacy had to patch us up. She made sure we watched because she was only going to do it once. After that, we're to take care of our own wounds. I watched as she used a bit of alcohol to disinfect a cut on Charles shoulder. After that, we wrapped the bandages expertly around it to make it two-ply before using a knife to cut it. Using a bit of duct tape, she taped down the bandage. As she did that, I copied it for a wound on my wrist. To be honest... I did it to myself but now I can use it to my advantage. When she went to do my injuries, I showed it off proudly but she didn't smile to it.
"How did you get that wound?" Stacy questioned.
"Um... it was an accident?" I lied.
She immediately grabbed my other hand and forced me to reveal my scars on that wrist, "Accident huh?" She asked angrily.
I stubbornly pulled my arm out of her grasp, "Its my body! I should be able to do what I want to it! You... you have no right to touch me!" I screamed.
Stacy glanced at Charles who just shrugged, "Are you trying to tell me that or someone else?" Stacy asked.
"Huh?" was all I could say.
"You have a phobia of women touching you. Why? What happened that made you that way because it led to that." she told me with her finger pointing at my scar covered wrist.
"...My... my mother abused me..." I half lied.
"Oh... Your sister never told me that. Guess you hide things from everyone huh?" Stacy asked.
I did a fake smile, "Yeah." I replied.
Stacy made a small grin before getting up. The rest of the day me and Charles rested. The next day we got up, worked out, melee training, ate, then sleep. This went of for a week until we went on to the next step.
"Guns?" Charles asked.
"Yes. Either of you two held a gun before?" Stacy asked.
"No." I answered quickly.
"...No." Charles hesitated.
Stacy glanced at us, "You two are some of the weirdest recruits I ever had to train." She told us with a sigh of defeat.
Stacy placed four black suitcases on the floor. I looked at the one on the right and felt like it was calling to me.
"Snips!" Stacy yelled.
"Uh, yeah?" I answered nervously.
"You get first pick. Choose a suitcase. Whatever's inside is yours but only that one." Stacy told me.
I swallowed hard as I went to grab the leftmost one but I stopped. The right one was definitely calling to me. With a shrug, I grabbed the right most one and opened it. Inside was a disassembled sniper rifle. Its barrel was about about 3 feet long with a sleek silver color. Under the tip of the barrel was a blade that acted as a bayonet extending past the barrel by 7 inches. Attached to the handle was a pump mechanism that acted as the forend for the weapon. That was the first part of it that was located on the top right corner. Under it was the Stock and telegraphic scope. The stock itself was specially designed to wrap around the user's Shoulder to help keep the Rifle steady. Between the Stock and Telegraphic scope was the trigger and chamber without a Magazine in it. With how huge the space for the magazine was, the bullets were massive. The Scope itself was an hourglass shape with three levels of zooms. 50 meters, 100 meters, and 250 meters but I can mix and match to create a zoom between 50 to 400 meters. Stacy picked up a bullet and showed it to me.
The bullets was about 6 inches long with a radius of 3 centimeters, "This is a specially designed bullet called the Disintegrator. This bullet is the strongest sniper bullet in the world. It can pierce anything, flesh, trees, metal, even protect. Its too fast for Psychics to even stop. It got its name because when this bullet is fired, it will completely disintegrate after piercing enough material. However, its rare and expensive. Extremely expensive. One bullet would've costed at least 500 grand easy in the old world. That's why there's only three of these sniper rifles in the world." Stacy told me.
"How did you get one for me?" I asked.
"It's your sister's," My eyes widened, "She was an amazing shot. She killed seventeen pokemon with one shot once. I was there. I'd love to tell you about it whenever you want." Stacy told me.
"Hey, you never said your sister was a part of the military." Charles told me.
I did a nervous laugh, "Yeah... we got separated when we were kids." I lied.
"Oh, I'm sorry man." Charles frowned.
"It's fine. I guess she still wants to protect me even though we haven't seen each other in a long time." I lied.
"Here, let me show you how to assemble it. Your sister showed me how when we were on the same wingman team." Stacy told me.
Stacy help me assemble the sniper rifle and I immediately noticed how heavy it was. After it was assembled, I wrapped my right shoulder with the stock and did my best to hold the rifle. I tried to aim down the sight but the rifle kept shaking. Eventually I noticed a dummy out at about 47 meters. When I examined it further with the scope I noticed it was a Bisharp tied to a cross. Was that the dummy? I then noticed that it was still moving. Arceus, are they really using live pokemon for target practice? How the hell did they even do that!?
"When looking through the scope, there are lines that you use for bullet drop. Each line means max distance of at least 35 meters. The bullets you use are completely unaffected by normal wind speeds. However, hurricane conditions will cause slight bullet change." Stacy instructed.
I tried my best to aim the crosshair at his forehead but it kept shaking. I held my breath and steadied the shot for one second before squeezing the trigger. I didn't even get to see if it hit as the kickback completely dislocated my shoulder. My right arm dropped completely motionless as I started screaming. I immediately unattached the stock from my shoulder only for the bayonet to stab my foot. I grabbed the rifle and quickly picked it up to throw it aside. I fell onto my left side screaming in agony as Stacy tried to treat me. She ordered Charles to use his weapon, some standard assault rifle, I didn't get a good look at it. The pain kept my eyes shut until I passed out.
-One hour later-
I woke up on my bed with my shoulder and foot feeling better. Everything was still blurry as I tried to see what was going on. Stacy came over with some food and sat on the bed near my legs.
"You really aren't what I was expecting when Mary told me to look after you." Stacy told me.
I cringed at the sound of Mary's name, "Yeah... well, you shouldn't have expectations in the first place. They just get you disappointed." I told her.
She laughed, "I guess that's true but not completely. You shot that Bisharp right in its fucking head."
"Am I going to dislocate my shoulder every time I shot the gun?" I asked.
"No. Only the first few times. Once you build more muscle, it should be fine." Stacy smiled.
"Tell me... what is the name of that gun?" I asked.
"It's not just a gun. It's your gun. You own it and that means you name it." Stacy told me.
"Hm... how about... Nightmare?" I asked.
"Perfect. Since the pokemon are going to have 'nightmares' about being on the other side of that scope." Stacy joked.
I laughed and laid back on the bed. The next day I was still forced to do a work out even though my shoulder wasn't completely fixed. It didn't go wrong but i was still worried. Then I'd eat, polish Nightmare and sleep. This process happened for three days before I was forced to shoot Nightmare again. I was able to shoot one bullet this time since I was ready for the kickback but then came a problem. I didn't know that I had to pull the pump to reload the next bullet. So... I basically sat there like a dumbass wondering if my gun was defective. Stacy was laughing her ass off before she finally pointed it out. I growled with a dark blush from embarrassment as I pumped my rifle to take out the used clip and load a new bullet. However, Stacy stopped me because my ammo supply is severely limited. Instead she handed me a standard pistol to use as my sidearm. Since it weighed so little in comparison to the rifle, I thought it'd be easy to shoot. However, I just couldn't hit with it. Stacy however, got behind me and tried to show me what to do. Her doing this, caused her body to be pressed against mine. Instead of freaking out like I used to, it caused me to blush hard. This caused me to be too focused on my thoughts of why I wasn't freaking out. After a minute, I decided to enjoy it and allowed her to help me with my full attention. By the end of it, I was hitting almost on target with small cans that were about 20 meters out. Stacy noticed my blush and called it out saying the student was falling for the teacher. I yelled out in embarrassment that I wasn't but neither Stacy nor Charles believed me. After that we just got back to training.