Ghost

The smoke was thick in this room casting a cloud of grey everywhere he could see with it also filling his nostrils with the smell of soot. The fire had surrounded them not allowing either body to leave this enclosure of heat. He could see the other's eyes and he was sure that the other could see his eyes even under the scowl. They both stood still as if their bones had been fused together to form a statue of flesh and blood.

"Any final wish that I may be able to grant you?" the other asked still not with no movement.

"This the coming from the man that wants to kill me is asking me if there anything he can do for me. How about you don't kill me and hand yourself in." Grey joking suggested.

"We both know that I cannot honour that request, I will permit you to answer the question one more time." The other said gripping the sheath of his sword. At that moment a beam of a fire fell down to the left of them, nowhere near them, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from it.

"Well then how about this then, only one of us will leave here in one piece and the other. Well, I guess we will find out won't we?" Grey respond though now he meant every word he said. "I think you can honour that request."

"I do believe I can" The figure agreeing with him from across the room as he was drawing the blade from the sheath. At that moment another beam fell down crashing into the cold floor. "I guess that was our cue? Wasn't?" he said "Well let's get started then" and with that, another beam fell down. But before the two could fight Grey could hear a buzzing sound emitting from everywhere.

When Greys Eyes opened he found what was causing the annoying buzzing that woke him from his dream. His infernal alarm was doing its job to wake him up to make sure he did not sleep the day away. Still drowsy he swiped towards the alarm with his left hand causing the alarm to silence the sound it was making. With the noise finally silenced Grey decided to attempt to sit up with using his left arm as support to help him sit up.

He looked over to the calendar that he pinned over on the opposite wall with today's date circled. "That explains the dream I was having. It's that day again" Grey said aloud even though no one was there to hear him.

Though as he sat there Grey could feel the pain in his right arm and his lower left leg acting up. There wasn't much he could do about the pain but with living with it for so long he developed a tolerance to it.

As if to just annoy him he could hear his alarm producing that same infernal sound once again. "Really? I thought I shut you up?" Grey directing his attention towards his alarm clock. He then proceeded to silence his alarm clock once again this time making sure it wouldn't act up again.

After he did that he turned to the side of his bed allowing him to sit there his right leg hanging down over the bed. With his left, arm he grabbed his prosthetic leg and fitted to the metal connector on the stump of his upper left leg. With his leg finally attached he stood up and turned towards his nightstand where his prosthetic arm lay. He then grabbed it and attached it to the connector on his right shoulder allowing him to use his arm again.

With all his prosthetics attached to his body once again a morning ritual, he had grown accustomed to. Grey went over to his wardrobe to get ready for what the day would present to him. Grey opened the doors to his wardrobe to find his normal attire waiting for him there, a pair of black jeans with a blue shirt hanging up on a hanger. He through his attire on tucking his shirt slightly in to allow some of his shirt to hang out on his side.

After Grey was finished he looked over to the right door of his wardrobe. Where his grey trench coat was hanging. With the sleeves rolled up with his toque nested in the left most sleeve underneath the strap that helped keep the arms rolled up.

He then looked over to the door on his left where a tattered trench coat, shirt, and pants hung with many slight burns along the outside of clothes with the right sleeve and lower pant leg missing. Grey looked at the outfit for a while think over why he kept it in the first place. It wasn't because he could wear again but for a reminder of what he lost, what he had to protect, and what he could lose.

He grabbed his other coat throwing it over his right shoulder and closing the door to the wardrobe leaving the thoughts he had with the burnt outfit. He then proceeded to slip arms through his coat allowing it to rest on his shoulders keeping the coat open as he has always done. Letting it hang down resting just above his ankles.

After he had everything on he went over to a small mirror that he hung next to the door to make sure he ready for whatever came his way. As he was styling his white hair lifting the front of his hair with a mess of hair everywhere else making sure his hair had not grown long on his neck or face. Then he stopped and looked into his own eyes and turned to a table that was sitting in the far corner of his room.

On the table rested Fang and Claw, his dual pistols that he used so often in the past along and any contracts to help pay for his rent with the visor that allowed him to aim them accurately. He didn't think about what he was doing but Grey slowly walked over to table and just stood over it. After a while he grabbed Fang in his left hand lifting it of the table.

As he was raised Fang from the table he felt the weight of the pistol in his hand as if it was the first time he held it. Grey held it there for what seemed an eternity but only a couple minutes had passed in actuality. He was trying to recall the last time he held Fang or even Claw for that matter, but all he could recall was that night, "I know it hasn't been that long. But I guess with today being the anniversary it would be the first thing in my mind.

He sat Fang back down alongside Claw then he picked Claw holding it in his right hand. It still felt odd to hold Claw in his "new" hand but it also felt right as well.

He then decided to walk back over to the wardrobe and grab his holster that he left in there. He threw it under his coat then holstered both Fang and Claw back under his arms. With his weapons back on his person, he felt a wave of comfort that he had not felt in a long time even on those mercenary contracts.

Then he looked back to the table and picked up his visor figuring if he was taking his weapons he should take his scope. He laid them over his eyes and as soon as he did they folded back over his ears. Allowing hime to see uniterubted.

With that, he went over to his door where he found his grey boots sitting next to his door almost waiting for him. He slipped them on and proceed to head out of his door to the hallway that connected his room to others. He proceeded to head down the hallway to the elevator listening to the voices of the people around him. As he walked down the hallway he could feel the negative emotions around him not enough to worry about but enough that it caused him to be discomforted as he walked by. When he finally reached the elevator he pressed the button to take him to the ground floor. After it started to move he felt the discomfort leave his being allowing Grey to collect his thoughts.

He walked through the morning crowd that had formed on the street passing people by that went on with their day. Though for Grey this day was anything but normal the people might not have known it but they were passing a dead man. Grey had become accustomed to the feeling that came from in that, but it was still a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

After a brisk walk for about an hour, Grey finally reached where he was heading to. A small coffee shop just on a corner of two streets with large glass windows around the outside of the store.

So he went in and sat down at a corner booth at the back of the store with an excellent view of the Frozenhole across the street. Grey ordered a regular coffee then just stared over to the restaurant where his gaze was fixed on two people sitting around a table talking and laughing. From what Grey could see it appered that Minjonet and Stella were sharing details from their past year

"Your coffee sir," a waitress said breaking Grey out of his concentration with his drink still on her tray.

"Ohh Thank you," Grey said as he took his coffee from her sitting it down on the table just in front of him. As soon as he sat the coffee down his gaze turn back to the Frozenhole where now Minjonet had left with Stella just sitting there.

"Do you know those people over there?" the waitress asked looking over at the table that Grey had been watching.

"No but they remind me of some friends I used to know" Grey said still looking at the table while trying to say it as distant as possible.

"If you like I could ask them to come over here if you like." The waitress suggested.

"ooohh no it…..it's alright I don't want disturbed them," he told the waitress in a shocked response.

As if some greater power was intervening another waitress had just rushed over "Sorry for interrupting, but I have to steal you away, we have a large party coming in later we need to get ready for them," the second waitress told the other one.

"Alright, sorry I have to leave," the first waitress said to Grey as she hurried off.

After both of them went away Grey looked back over to the table where now joined Tanner had meet up with Stella with Minjonet coming out with some drinks in habd

It was nice to see his friends and teammates again even though he could not talk to them for if he did it would most likely end with terrible consequences for everyone.

As he watched them they raised their glasses in a toast to what he could only think was in memory to him. So Grey raised his cup with them and he made a silent toast to his former team, "To Team MSTG" Grey silently declared as he lowered his cup a started to drink his coffee