Chapter 4

Gun drawn, metal gleaming in the sunlight, the cold metal pressing into his chest.  The sound erupted and rang in his ears as he felt pain pierce throughout him; it was the pain that originated within his chest, where the bullet hole showed evidence of why he was here.  It was dark when he was finally revived by his mind numbing pain.  His blue-green eyes widened for he saw his enemy, and remembering his thorough training… he made himself forget.

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All he could hear was the sound that was emitted by the gun that had fired, the sound echoed within his mind, and he wondered if he was going insane.  Yet as his head pounded from the intense torture he still made himself forget what had mattered to him the most.  It had been days, or so he thought as he had lost count as to how long he had been there. 

Soon after, he had withdrawn himself completely, losing all traces of who he had been before.  He knew before he had wiped his memory clean that his memory was never lost, but kept deep within, in the dark crevasses of his mind, where nothing could penetrate and no one would find out unless he told.

His hands gripped the metal armrests, his knuckles turning white.  The pressure was too intense as the images pierced his soul.  He had done what had to be done, what he was trained to do.  The soldier had forgotten everything he had seen in the outside world, all that was left was a cold empty shell.  He was no longer resisting the torturous weapons the enemy was utilizing.  Yet he could feel any rational thoughts slowly slipping away, and was soon replaced with murderous orders to seek and destroy.  He was finally ready, ready to take on the people he once thought as allies, the people he had learned to love and become accustomed to as if they were family.  He was no longer their family, he may look like the man that was part of their family, but he had completely changed his frame of mind and now he was their enemy.  He was fatal, and the only emotion on his face was that of a soldier, a mask, and emotionless. 

The soldier even walked different, as if he was stiff and unable to bend.  His posture was not one of a friendly, but rigid and ready to pounce on prey.  He was the predator, and they were the prey… he was no longer the one being hunted down and cowering in fear.  Before his transformation he had always wondered why they had stayed and obeyed those that were inferior.  Yet now he was still obeying them, obeying his once enemy but now he was his enemy's soldier, his pawn to get what the man wanted, and he didn't care, all he cared about was fulfilling his mission, and getting rid of the images that drowned his mind. 

He knew that the images that had been shown to him the ones of his enemy, and that raged him on, as he wanted the pictures to stop playing in his mind.  It was like they were the only things he was able to think about, and all he wanted was to get rid of them.  Getting rid of them was the only plausible way to get rid of them.  The images that radiated within his mind drove him to near insanity and for that he learned to hate the people in them, it took all of his training to keep from screaming out of frustration and keeping his expression neutral.

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An old rusted metal door was all that shielded him away from that of his orders.   The dark room had no light fixtures, and had only a cot that was situated at the back of the room.  He supposed that this was his barracks and that he was to be called to complete his mission.  The soldier stood restlessly awaiting the people that had been walked towards his barracks, the loud footsteps had stopped and he saw the shadow underneath the door. 

The door creaked open, and his first instinct was to stand ramrod straight and salute the man that stood in front of him.   The man nodded at him and waved his hand gesturing him to follow.   Only then as he stepping into the lit hallway did he notice that his gray shirt was covered with dry blood.  He kept walking following the shorter man in front into another room that was blinding white.  Inside the room a mirror stretched the length of the right wall, and in the center was a table, and two chairs were situated across from one another.  "Sit down," The commanding officer stated.  The soldier only complied with the order and sat in the chair across from the man that was wearing a suit and tie.  "This little meeting is to discuss the mission you will be on," The man spoke.  "Oh and before I begin with the details, 494 you better not screw up."

TBC…

Authors Note: I've updated the story, I didn't know how the story should go but I've ended up going along this note.    I hope you like.  I'd like some feedback so please review!