May 21st 2076.
Charon:
My contract holder was killed in action last night. I was given no punishment from my creators. They know that he did not listen to my better judgement and took himself to deaths door. He was a marksman of average talent. The army will not miss him and neither will I. I wait for instruction in the room that can only be defined as mine. I can not recall any childhood memories that take place outside of these four walls.
The doors open and I am greeted by my creators and a tall blond male. I rise from position and salute.
"Well he's a tall fellow isn't he ?" The male speaks with a Texas accent and grins. After a number of contract holders he is the first to have an initial judgement from myself that is not hatred.
"Charon" my Creators announce. I do not know there names which only seems to make them appear as mystical beings. They are personifications of my torture. "This is General Nale."
I do not reply. I speak only when spoken to and questioned.
"Boy how tall are you ?" General Nale enquires. Boy. I suppose at 21 this is all I would appear to be to him.
After a brief time holding my contract he will know the quality of service I can provide. I will be seen as much more than just a boy.
"6,5 Sir."
He whistles "you are certainly worth the weight in gold I paid for you."
The formalities I am accustomed to follow. I am bound to a new master. My fate has changed once more.
With the General, we leave for the harsh lands of Alaska. On the way General Nale states I will be of great service there. In excited actions he describes the armour that is to be delivered next month.
Anchorage is a war zone and I cannot help but feel excitement. I am no longer a single protector. I am a soldier merged within a group. Nothing is special about me here. No one knows my past
I am simple a boy and I fight.
May 28th 2076
The Chinese use Stealth fields. The men are afraid of this, I thrive in the challenge. They may not be seen but they are not as quiet as I can be. To sneak up on an invisible man is a skill that I take pride in. A commotion of noise comes from behind stacked boxes. I creep towards these with my new shotgun raised. This red must be new and unskilled to make so much noise. I turn quickly into the boxes to find a small girl with thick pepper hair. She yelps raising a knife but then lowers it upon seeing my face.
I watch as her eyes light up. I have been looked upon many ways. Hatred, pity, down upon but I have never experienced what this girl shows. Her eyes flick from my shotgun, dogtags and face.
"Charon" she whispers with such affection I cannot help but lower my weapon.
My attention is diverted briefly by a Chinese call. When I look back at the boxes she is gone and I am once again alone. I will find substances once I take out these forces. Weakness and hallucinations is not something I need.
But maybe an Angel on the battlefield is something I do.
April 19th 2279.
Charon:
"Anna drop it."
"I just wanna know what they mean and why I've never seen them before !" Anna gasps and points accusingly. "You've been hiding them from me !"
I sigh "Anna they're just numbers they mean nothing."
"Numbers that are a place and time. Hey ! We should go when the date comes."
"Fine."
I don't know why I'm agreeing. The date has haunted me for as long as I can remember. 200 years and I still don't know what it means.
June 21st 2076.
Charon:
General Nale has a wife. She is strategic and unforgiving but the most honest person I have met. Designed for an army life. She treats me with respect for saving her husbands life and protecting him at all moments. Mrs Nale pronounces my name with an S. It is a game to her. To gain a reaction from me, I see her amusement each time she addresses me but I refrain from a response.
Mrs Nale would be no more to me than an associate of my master if it wasn't for the fact she had seen the girl too. Her pepper hair and tan smiling face fill my dreams and haunt my mind. Mrs Nale dubbed her 'an admirer' but she did not see her disappear as I had. There was no running away no transport. She was there one moment and gone the next. There was no other females on camp apart from the Generals wife.
I was repairing my weapon when her movement caught my eye. Dressed in a skin tight white suit she shivered unsuited to the snowy environment. She caught my eye as Mrs Nale left her tent. She waved wih curled fingers, seductively.
"Who is that ?" Mrs Nale laughed.
After I turned to answer the girl was gone once more.
Now I know I am not dreaming. Now I know she is real.
