She ran. Running into an abandoned alleyway, where she could break down. "When I saw all of this, I was like you. I did not want any part of this at all. So, I tried to run away. But, it was no use. They found me. Knocked me down. Next thing you know, I am useless to them in the frontlines, and useful only as a labrat. And their experiments are not for the 'good of mankind'. Only for themselves. They, are horrible. They go from testing new weapons on helpless people, to playing with physics as if they were some gods. And lucky me, I was picked to be quantified in some new research. During the process... that is when you, came in, or, I left. When you fell from the canyon? That never was a thing. I was held on to restraints. And they, just watched and took notes. That's when I lost myself."

"I am stuck within you, what I am guessing, in an alternate space. My memory is not serving me right either like it used to, but is not as serious as your, situation. Those abilities they helped you develop during training? Never had them before. That must have been the purpose of all of this, I'm pretty sure. Right now, staying low and staying alive is your, no, our, only option. You need to-", "Stop...", she interrupts. The voice does so, as if trying to comprehend something. "Are you serious right now?" the voice responds with an annoyed tone, "I'm trying, to help YOU." "I, can't take. This can't be, happening..!", she says. "So, you're telling me that, I have so much... forgotten. That I used to have a past, away from, all... of this. I though, that...", "Yeah? Well guess what. They lied. To you. And I am here telling you all of this. You saw what they did. You saw how they don't even hesitate. You are not in a good position right now, but they don't know you have noticed. If you stay here doing nothing any longer, you are done. You have to go back, at least for now."

"Are you listening to me? You have to mov-..."

Back to the attack team

The city has been left in nothing but ruin and disaster. Its peace and beauty, shredded, and under new control. The attack team make their way to the capital, when a man with some combat armor just a pistol, and a commander's uniform takes a walk on the streets, as if owning the place. He calls the attention of one of the troops, and they immediatly respond back. "Report", he says. "Sir", the lieutenant responds, "the streets have been cleared off. Citizens are on the run, and the team is on the process of securing the capital." "Good. Let them run and hide all they want. Sooner or later, they'll have to give up and surrender, to us." "Sir, another thing", the lieutenant says. "What is it?" "One of our units. Unit, 722, is missing."

The man stands there, with an almost disgusted face. "...Sir...?". The man quickly interrupts, "And why should I be concerned by the likes of one...", "She's special forces... Sir."

"I see...", the man looks at his watch for a couple of seconds. "Well then. I will send an intel scan. Await further orders until then." "Yes Sir", the lieutenant salutes, and heads back to his team.

"Special forces, huh..."

"DAMNIT WRAITH. YOU NEED TO GET UP NOW!"

Wraith just... sat there. On her knees. As if looking between the dark, cloudy sky. She did not know why she was here. Not here as in beween the walls of a lost city. Here as in the cruel existence she faced and was facing now. Deep down, she knew what she had to do. And she still had the opportunity. To help them. To save them. Just like they said. She was gifted. She had the ability, and the will. The rain. The chaos. The fire. It all came back now. But not as chains. But as something to remember. Something to come back to.

"Wraith... is that... my name...?"

Before the voice could respond, she suddenly stood up and began running.

"Wraith... what are you doing", the voice asks without any response. "Where do you think you are going?! Whatever you have in mind, stop this instant. It's not gonna end well for us. No, wait...

Ok, Wraith. You got to stop right now. They are here. Wraith, damnit... listen to me! Please! Stop! Enough-", "Hey!"

Distand footsteps stepping on the wet road approach Wraith slowly, but with confidence.

Wraith stops. The commanding officer of the assignment walks towards her. "Why did you seperate yourself from the team? You got 5 seconds to explain yourself unit 722."

Baffled, she just stood there. As if she was weak. Now. She quickly turns around and takes aim, just to feel a surge of pain rapidly go through her body. Shocked by one of the soilders accompanying the commander, her vision was distortioned for a second. As she tries to regain herself, the man just watches closely. "I see... fine. Hey, you!" One of the other units came by and brings a man who seemed to be scared, hurt, and confused all together. "Please...!", he softly said. The commander kicks him to the ground as if it was nothing. The commander gives Wraith a pistol. Not the one she was shocked with, but a real one. Intended for killing. The same intentions the commander had in his mind this moment. Cold and direct, the commander demands,

"Kill him".

It took Wraith seconds to understand what was really going on.

"Wraith listen to me. You have to."

"Stop looking at me, and kill him."

"I... I..."

"Wraith, listen, there is no time for this. You don't have a choice! Just...!"

"Unit 722, I am given you a direct order."

"But he is, I, why? I just..."

"Damnit Wraith they'll kill us!."

"Are you questioning your commanding officer?! You have 3 seconds!"

"Damnit just pull the trigger!"

"3!"

"No, don't, he's"

"p-lease don't...! Mercy...!"

"Do it!"

"2!"

"I can't, this is..."

"Damn it! Last chance, 1!"

"WRAITH!"

The man tumbles to the floor like a lifeless doll. The commander reloads and holsters his gun. Wraith's hands trembled, and her gun falls on the floor. She was now exposed. Now they knew what was really going on in her mind. They knew her weakness. On the circumstances that she was, she was a threat. Therefore, she was sent in since then. She resisted by turning and running away. She sent herself through the void and began running to leave the alleyway as fast as possible. But she knew she could not stay there for long enough. Even though they could barely tell, thermal vision aided the incoming units in tracking down the rebel soilder. She was shot with a disruptor round, which shocked her temporarily. Entirely immobilized for a second, she stumbled to the floor. It only took a small moment for the rest to come in and surround her. She came back from the void, while swiftly attempting a move against one of them. Again, she was shocked. She falls hard to the ground, without surrendering in her mind. Regaining her composure, and attempting to stand once more, she was shocked one last time. Her vision was getting blurry. The voice seemed distant, but the calls of her name were still audible. Without the strength to move and fight, she gives up. Once again, she was enveloped in darkness.

The units carry her into the drop ship and back to orbit to rendezvous with the station. She was brought back in. First, she was questioned for what seemed hours, since the first suspiscion was that she was a possible spy. It all ended for her being just a runaway soilder. Kept unconscious, she was sent into the most secured prison cell available in the station, while the decision of what was going to be done with her was being held in the Mayor's quarters. But whatever they decided, it would not end well for Wraith. It was just a matter of time.

It was over

Darkness engulfed her mind. Visions and images that bring strange feelings. A man. Masked. Green mist. A light. Keeping some of the darkness away. A room. Its walls seem. Alive. They keep shrinking. Getting closer. Forgetting to breath. No. Unable to. All of this, while her in between. The mist keeps spreading. The room keeps shrinking. She suddenly jumps out of it, as an electronic buzz fills the small white room and a tray of food slides from a slider on the door. She wakes and sits up from the floor. She looks around to recognize where she is, stands to take the tray, and sits back down again. Wraith just sits there, motionless. "Hey, you alright?" The voice speaks. "I don't know anymore", she says. "How am I supposed to know if I don't know myself...". The voice says, "Because you won't listen to me. I know this is happening all of a sudden, but right now I need, no, you need ME. I can help-" it offers, but is quickly interrupted, "I don't want any part of you. Hell, I don't want to be part of any of this. I just... I just want a normal life..." She starts eating the rations given to her. The taste could be better, but it was better than anything. "All of these lies. These, things that I see, and feel..."

"I don't know in what to believe anymore..."

The voice says, "Alright listen here, you don't have a choice. This is our reality know, so you better wake up and take it. Look at the circumstances we are right now. Do you think we'll get our answers in here? They probably won't have use for us after what you did there-", "I couldn't do it!", she screams, "Hey what's going on?!" A guard opens up a slide on the door and stares at her. She says that it was nothing, and goes back to eating her meal. "Yeah, and just because of that they'll probably kill us. Or probably keep us alive for something much worse. They could be deciding that for us right now, and your time is running out. I'm everything you got right now. They can't be trusted. They, are not here to help you. But I can get you out. Alive. And we can help each other get our answers. Just... trust me damnit!" She just sits there in the corner, looking at the walls surrounding her. Silent, as everything else...

"Fine..."