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Wash sat on his bunk thinking about recent events, as the name flashed through his head.
He thought that if he destroyed the Alpha he would be free from this thoughts, from this nightmares, but it seemed that he wasn't that lucky.
He thought that he had a plan that would work perfectly. That he would take down project freelancer and would end his life in the process, but no
not only did he survive, not only did the director escape but even the Meta was cough and was now in the cell in front of his.
He thought that by taking down project freelancer he would clear his name, but the UNSC had different ideas. They saw it as a distraction of military property, dereliction of duty and as treason so they put in a cell in a high security prison.
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He sat on his bunk as he looked at the picture in his hand.
The picture had every freelancer but Tex (Allison). The picture was taken during the second year of the project. They all were much
younger. York still had his eye, Maine wasn't the Meta yet and he wasn't recovery one yet. And the director. The director hadn't started to torcher the Alpha yet.
In the picture he had Connie standing next to him and it broke his heart to see her so happy standing next to the man who ordered them to kill her.
Carolina was there with York, the relationship that started so strong but didn't go anywhere. Carolina was killed by the Meta, while York was killed by Wyoming and blown up by him, and it made him feel even worse knowing that he blew up his friend's dead body.
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He had a mirror in his cell and he hasn't looked in it yet. He didn't want too. He feared to see someone that wasn't supposed to be there. Feared to reopen some old wounds of his.
But he finally had enough courage to look, so he stood up and went to the mirror.
As he came close the voice in his head started to get louder.
He heard the name that made his heart break. The name of a woman that he was never knew but loved, never saw but new anything about her.
He turned around and looked at himself through the mirror.
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He looked tired (not surprising). He also thought that he would be older considering that he had the memories of a men that was around his late fifties. But no he looked like any ordinary 30 year old person.
He also looked taller than he remembered, probably another thing Epsilon made him remember.
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As he looked he started to notice that his reflection started to get younger.
Meer seconds later he saw a 6 year old boy standing in front of him.
-"Why did you let her die, David?"- He asked.
He felt scared after hearing that, but that fear quickly turned into anger and hatred as he curled his hand into fist and smashed the mirror.
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As blood came all over the mirror he started to remember.
The horror overtook him as he saw flashes of memories that were his yet at the same time they weren't.
He felt tears appear on his cheeks as he remembered.
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He remembers his first conversation with the director. He remembered the ambition that he saw in his eyes.
He remembers thinking that with that ambition he could convince everyone of anything.
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He remembers joining the military and his first successful mission.
He remembers being so proud of himself.
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He remembers Connie, her beautiful face and her body. He remembers loving her so much, remembers her sitting in his lap and kissing her.
He remembers promising her a new life after the war was over.
He remembers and try's to not to break.
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He remembers the pain that he felt when they implanted Epsilon in his head. Remembers screaming, as he was reaping out it out of his neck while the painful memory's were overtaking him.
He remembers and try's to forget.
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He remembers South shooting him in his back while he fought the Meta, remembers promising himself that he would hunt her down and kill her for what she did to him and to North.
He remembers hunting her down and without remorse shooting her through the head, and blowing up her body.
He remembers and try's to forgive.
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He remembers Maine, but not as the Meta. He remembers him as his closest friend, the one who would always be there to help.
He remembers Maine getting shot through his throat and slowly becoming the Meta.
He remembers and try's to stand.
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He remembers Allison, the woman under the helmet, the woman before the project. That beautiful face, that messy blond hair and her beautiful emerald eyes.
He remembers those eyes, as tears start to fall from his face.
He remembers her strength, her speed but instead of her helmet he sees a beautiful blonde woman that he never knew. Or did he?
He remembers her leaving, and promising to come back, remembers the pain and horror he felt when they announced he dead
He remembers and try's not to forget
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