Crossing the River
Chapter Two: Bearing Arms
Beep…
I shot straight up in my bed and turned off my alarm so it wouldn't wake HIM up. I grabbed my satchel and took my clothes out and changed. Quietly, ever so quietly, I slung my satchel onto my back and tiptoed on little cat feet down the stairs, but of course it's not enough, it is never enough. HE got up off the couch and came over to me.
"You useless little bitch! Get over here!" HE shouted.
I made a break for the door like I always do and HE manages to grab me and haul me back like HE always does. I ball up in such a way that no matter where the bastard hits me, it won't affect my fights. He finishes, and I dust myself off like I always do and head out the door like I always do. I walk down the streets, taking the same route through the dilapidated and run down houses that leads to the BattleBridge that I always do. I meet Kyle at the door like I always do.
"Here ya go, "he says, handing me my breakfast.
I eat it and then walk through the door. I become the Whisper. My shoulders straighten, my posture changes, my thought pattern changes, everything about me screams danger, and the wimpy little bitch that was me five seconds ago is no more.
"Where do I start?" I asked Kyle.
"With the new equipment," he said, waving me over.
With that we were right on track. By the time the lunch bell rang I had gone through my routine.
"Here ya go," Kyle said, handing me my lunch. I had just finished my food when the ground started to tremble and explosions started to sound. Knowing it was ether a gang war or the military I stepped outside. The sight I am met with is not the one I am expecting.
Giant fucking god-damn robots are dukin' it out in the middle of the damn city with the aid of solders. With at least a hundred thousand fuckin' civilians around. Someone of course was going to end up fuckin' dead. Before my conscious mind registered what I was doing I plunged into the mayhem, grabbing a dead soldier's gun and ammo and running towards one of the soldiers.
"All right, who are the good guys and who do I shoot?"
I am fucking mental.