Hey I guess I am stil alive *peaks out if cave*
Pls don't kill me for not updating for this long _
Valkyrie-Sythe – Well…it's like you said it old seems like and you will have some Rorke timeee soon ^_^
Marioexpertken – I can only say that the story will end on a bitter sweet note for you ;)
Emilia679 – Pls dont rape me _ *hides insides cartboard box*
Don'tTalkToMeUnlessYouHaveFood – (I got cookies, come over to the dark side) Thanks, dear :*
Now…
12.
Every time, every day, there was no moment, when no cars populated the busy road 24 stores beneath him. By looking closely a slightly grey cloud of pollution was visible from his favorite spot, where he spent most of his time, reading; those books written as a glorification of this nation; his nation. The Federation is a young nation full of energy and desire for lasting change; This war was only the fault of those so ancient in their believes to think that individualism paired with the so called "American Dream" were the route to a better future.
The three pillars of the Federation describe a system in which, materialistic needs are put second place. Most important to every happy citizen should live to support their nation; complete dedication of one's life in favor of progress. Even the littlest of the children on the playground know the national anthem. People raised to be faithful in the government, the only higher power people are allowed to believe in; would someone oppose the power it strikes upon them with plagues, a rain of terror drowning the opposers in their own arrogance.
He put the book down, his eyes catching sight of a familiar face pacing through his apartment; he had to smile when her eyebrows made a knit between her eyes.
"Adrian, when will you learn that carnival is already over?" Adrian couldn't help but chuckle at the imitation she made of him reading.
"What I mean, why wear that eye-patch?" She leaned against the door frame covering her left eye with her hand. A sigh leaves his lips, as if he had to tell the same explanation over and over again; he might have told it so often that the words building his declaration were more carefully crafted then a Kafka novel.
"Don't you have plenty of lenses lying around?" She sits down on the opposite bench from him. Taking in some of the air; the smell of Caracas on a for the city lazy Sunday afternoon, going through her nostrils. She mumbled words he could only decipher as some kind of complaint.
He grounded his feet back on the carpet before stretching the joints in his toes; clunking sounds originating from them. His head made a slight nodding motion while it turned a few degrees to find a clear blue sky resting above the rooftops.
"I do." He simply answered when the woman had to chuckle. "Iara." Her eyebrow arched upwards only to be followed by a short lived breath. Instead of going on a rant about respecting your superior, she simply smiled; she was never the higharchy type to begin with.
"For you I am still, Major General Rey."
Adrian leaned back on the bench letting the book he had dug into rest on his lap. From all the things he hated the most, waiting for a mission to be green lightened was the worst. It was not like he had been impatient or nervous even. The itching feeling in his muscles slowly drove him insane; the thrilling feeling of starring into an enemy's eyes, who had settled with the fate of dying by his hand. The corners of Adrian's mouth curved upwards, while Iara leans over to him; their faces close enough to feel each other's breaths.
"Didn't your father teach you to wait for your pray to tap into your trap?" She has the same expression on her face now. He just leans backwards, eyes fixing on her;
"He did." Adrian shook his head in disbelief of the thought of his father who had told him on every mission to wait it out; wait until the prey (Ghosts), arrogant as they were, stepped right into his trap. He would then tear them apart like a black widow; without remorse. Even some of the federation soldiers had learned to fear Adrian, for he is the one with the highest kill rate. Though it rarely happened that Ghosts crawled out of their rabbit holes.
"I never had a doubt." Iara settled back on the soft leather seat; legs crossed and eyes fixed upon the screen of her cell. By the time her phone vibrated; Adrian had already left the balcony. He could smell it was time for the hunt, his father had told him about. Iara on the other hand waited it out and first read the message. She chuckles combined with a shake of her head; her black banks land back in her face;
"Rorke, always a sense of tragedy."
"My technique isn't sloppy…" Cady kept starring at herself in the big mirror of the gym. None was there to judge her for talking to herself. Some would find it ridiculous; those people never knew what it was like to be alone; in the dark and cold.
"Who is he…to tell me…" Loose strains of hair fell over her rosy cheeks. Her heart picked up the pace, as she made a quick turn around to release her frustration on the punching bag behind her.
"I have trained so hard!" She cried as her punches slowly lost focus; only hitting the air, but not the actual target. The punching bag struck back by knocking her backwards to the ground. A surprised yelp escaped her as she hit the ground with her head. She then covered her eyes with her lower arm; tears building up. Why was it so hard for to cope; maybe because her mother was making it especially hard for her? One could loose all their strength when faced with the disapproval of a parent.
Holding the documents tight in her hands, Cady, who just turned eighteen stepped into the winter garden of the house to find her mother watering the plants with an accomplished smile. Cady was aware how much stress Mila had to endure because of her position; that's why she always was relieved to find her mother doing something she generally enjoyed.
"Umm, Mum?" Cady stood behind her now; focusing to not knit the papers in her hands too much. A sick feeling going through her body when Mila didn't bother to turn around; it was as if Mila could sense what Cady was about to announce to her.
"Yes." Mila simply responded while humming gently; watering some lilies. From all the things Cady had swirling around in her head; the face her mother would make if she heard the news was the thing haunting her the most.
"What is it, sweetie?" Cady swallowed once before she opens her mouth to speak, but then she closed it again as she saw Mila stare at her with her grey eyes. Then it happened, Cady actually knitted the paper in her sweating hands.
"I…I-" Cady gasped out while looking down to her shaking hands, cheeks pale as a white rose. Mila stayed silent for a moment, but paying full attention on what her daughter had to say. In the pit of her stomach she already knew;
"No." The red haired female set the watering pot down on the table beside her. Cady felt herself being pushed backwards slightly; how could she.…
"I…" Cady took another attempt; still she felt the papers within her hands slip. Mila threw a glance at her but resorted back to watering some flowers turning her back towards Cady. She couldn't tell her; impossible. Form all the people her mother was the one most aware of the dangers.
"Cady, we already discussed this, haven't we?" Mila closed her eyes, sitting down by the table grabbing a cup of tea. She casually crossed her legs; to Candy it seemed her mother didn't have the need to take her serious. Cady then lowered her head nodding clearly. She breathed in deeply filling every inch of her lungs with air.
"I WANT TO BE A GHOST." Cady clenched the enlisting documents in her hands, which as the Commander Mila had to sign. As Cady's mother though she would rather burn those murder papers. Mila rose from the chair; a few steps later she held Cady's shoulders tight, almost squeezing them with her hands. Her usually strong mother visually shivered. It didn't seem right to her that her mother, the commander of the most menacing military force, faced the floor with defeated sobs
"Do you realize…that ever since…I took you in." Mila paused remembering the smiling face Cady had when she took the colored pens from the briefing room to scribble on every single paper scattered around Mila's office. Mila proceeded to hug her daughter tight; Cady never knew, never had any family besides Mila; her superhero, role model and adoptive mother. Cady's breath stops seemingly with the hands of time, when Mila keeps sobbing into her shoulder…
"I always…had hoped…you wouldn't pursue this path…"
Her hand touches the glass of the mirror in front her, making a trail of sweat as it slid back to the ground beside her. Grey eyes stared into the their exact mirror image; her vision still appeared blurred out from her fore arm having pressed against her eyes. Still, there was one thing she recognized. The black spot around her right eye, was more than just the catalyst for an embarrassing story she had to make up at collage to not be the laughing stock for the rest of the semester. She couldn't tell anyone she had actually been beaten up by a grown man; people already thought her to be creep. Not beautiful, as other girls; not slender and curvy as they were; she just was herself.
The non descriptive girl who had a bigger biceps than most male students
She looked up and wiped her tears with her sweaty shirt quickly, before silent taps echoed through the empty half dark gym. Then a cold wet snout touched her back, effectively causing her to cringe. Her reflexes rushed her towards the mirror away from the snout that had touched her.
"Riley?" This realization made her calm down and she sat down on her knees to pet Riley's head who looked to be a little bored as he squeezed the tennis ball between his teeth. He let out a whimper and dropped the ball in front of Cady. A downplayed bark was the signal for her to pick the ball up and throw it.
"Good boy." She said as she rewarded Riley with a scratch of the belly, after the dog had brought the ball back to Cady. The canines tail wiggled playfully, laying on his back and chewing on the ball.
"Where is your handler?" Cady's gaze traveled around the empty hall to find none except the two of them around. Her eyes sticked to the small beam of light which came from the ajar door. She wiggles her hand to catch sigh of her watch's face. Riley nudged the young woman then laying down on his belly to look at her with wide opened chestnut brown eyes. The dog seemed curious; intimidated even with the way he spiked up his ears to catch even the slightest sound. Inhaling deeply Riley rested his head between his paws while his tail still signaled a certain need for affection by tapping onto the rug floor. With the sound of a high pitched whistle followed by the opening of the door, Riley jumped back to his feet.
"There you are." Mila's sweet cheerful voice made Riley wiggle with his tail and pace on the spot. The elder woman with the ginger hair tied into a messy bun to suit her gym attire; a black hoody with her name tag on it with some yoga pants, walked over to Riley and Cady with a slight jump in her walk. Cady thought Mila to look very relaxed and laid back;
"Hey." Cady waved ever so slightly together with a smile that made her cheeks appear rosy. Whenever Mila had a smile upon her face, others would do the same. Even though it got more rare in the last years the mood had always brightened up whenever Mila entered the dinning hall or any other room it was as if the sun rose.
"Some yoga exercises will do my back some good." Mila chuckles and Riley lays down again fixing his gaze upon Mila who just leaned down to warm up and pet Riley's head; Mila had been taking care of Riley for the time being, since Keegan and Merrick had gone out to town; she wouldn't stop them from getting drunk, after all it was their way of coping with the situation.
Merrick had a hard time fixing his gaze upon the green-red checkerboard like target not far away from him. Keegan had been thirsty as usual that evening. A sigh was all he had in store when Keegan came over with two more glasses of whiskey-cola;
"Are you actually trying to kill me off?" Merrick rubs his face and turns back to try and play darts in his drunk state, but all he had managed to hit until now was either the wall or the floor. Keegan shakes his head and settles back on the bar. Judging by Merrick's short temper it wouldn't take long until his friend would join him at the bar. Sooner then he had expected Merrick placed himself onto the bar chair with a thud and grunt.
"God damn, funny what alcohol does to my aim." Merrick chuckled as they both chinked their glasses. Some seconds later Keegan's face experienced a change when had a expression of doubt on it;
"You never were a good marks man to begin with" The sniper could only roll his eyes at Merrick's comment, which just repelled from Merrick like some chick sending him packing. Back when the old team; the original ghosts had evenings like this, Keegan quite enjoyed to just sip his drink and let the others be drunk dorks;
"I know, I know, I suck…All of this sucks big time!" Merrick said slumping over the bar, chin resting on the counter, then turning to face Keegan with a grimace of frustration;
"You know, I would have just picked Logan up like a bag of potatoes like I used to when he refused to sleep." A chuckle of nostalgia escaped between his slurred words which also made Keegan close his eyes and smile.
"Yes, you would have." Keegan nodded eyes carefully scanning the numbers on his watch; 00:43; time to go home. One more drink and he would have needed to carry Merrick home.
Wow…I hope my writing hasn't gone bad :( anyways…
Questiontime! – What do you think about Adrian?
(I maybe write a christmas one shot if you want it :) )
Pixeltrix141…out