Harsh Reality
The second time Max woke, she immediately wished she hadn't. The harsh synthetic straps chafed at her wrists. Pain went through her chest, but it seemed petty, insignificant; it was mere candleflame compared to the inferno of fury within her.
Real homecoming, it was. Max never spared a thought to anything but her anger, her hate, but the irony was there all the same. What use for her now? To make more, more little camoflague-clad perfect soldiers running through the woods oblivious to all but the words on a classroom screen? Duty. Discipline. Mission. A farce that was so easily betrayed by the man who created it. Betrayed by the man with a vision, and the moment that vision was questioned, he sent it up in smoke.
What for her now? A fate similar to Brin, perhaps? she was the last one compassionate to Brin anymore. Maybe once they brainwashed her, Zack could kill her just as easily as he would kill-
-himself.
Harsh reality poured home. Zack was gone. Buried. For good. all that was left now was a mass of muscle and tissue the size of a first, living away, its foreign flesh beating her blood.
Blood that cried his revenge.
The second time Max woke, she immediately wished she hadn't. The harsh synthetic straps chafed at her wrists. Pain went through her chest, but it seemed petty, insignificant; it was mere candleflame compared to the inferno of fury within her.
Real homecoming, it was. Max never spared a thought to anything but her anger, her hate, but the irony was there all the same. What use for her now? To make more, more little camoflague-clad perfect soldiers running through the woods oblivious to all but the words on a classroom screen? Duty. Discipline. Mission. A farce that was so easily betrayed by the man who created it. Betrayed by the man with a vision, and the moment that vision was questioned, he sent it up in smoke.
What for her now? A fate similar to Brin, perhaps? she was the last one compassionate to Brin anymore. Maybe once they brainwashed her, Zack could kill her just as easily as he would kill-
-himself.
Harsh reality poured home. Zack was gone. Buried. For good. all that was left now was a mass of muscle and tissue the size of a first, living away, its foreign flesh beating her blood.
Blood that cried his revenge.
