Commandant

The soft flesh of the guard was pliant under his fingers, the skin still untouched by the cold stone of the spire. And he hated that. Despised its softness and whiteness. A little more pressure and he could snap the neck in half, ending that miserable life. He thumbed the trachea, his lip curling with displeasure. Just a bit more. He could almost smell the fear on the guard's breath, see it coming from his pores and it put a smile on his face. Lucien had forbidden him to kill anyone with no reason. But that won't stop him. His smile widened as the guard struggled against his grip, his lungs gasping for air. Such control. Such beautiful control. He pressed a little harder, eliciting a faint plea for help. But none would come. None ever came. The smile vanished from the Commandant's face as he snarled at the guard. Damn you, Lucien! His fingernails dug into the soft flesh, rupturing the skin and causing small trails of blood to run down his fingers. He didn't stop then, but continued to dig deeper. So close to death. The guard went limp, but still alive. He could feel a hint of a pulse through the pads of his fingers. The veins still pumped with blood. The heart still beat. And that's when he lost it.

The face of the guard began to shift, warp. The Commandant stared in horror as it morphed into something he loathed. Faint blue markings riddled the face, bringing out the crystalline eyes.

"Kill me." she whispers. His body froze. Damn her! Damn her and everything around her! His fingers released her neck, dropping her to the ground. No. Not her. It was just his imagination playing tricks on him. The body guard that lay before him, gasping for air, was someone else. Someone nameless. He cursed.

"Bring me recruit 273!" he barked at the guard by the heavy door. "Now!" He will break her! The commandant unsheathed his sword and dropped it on the ground by the downed recruit. He will not kill him. Not today.

He paced impatiently across the room while waiting, trying to reason his way out of insanity. But each way he thought of it, it only made him angrier. Made him want to completely destroy her. How dare she invade his mind like this!

"Please! I don't want to die!" the man on the floor whimpered. "I have a wife and a child at home!"

"That is none of my concern!" the Commandant snapped, turning on him. "And your life is no longer in my hands."

As if on cue, the door opened and in strolled recruit 273, the too familiar expression on her face. He glared at her as though she were some unimaginable vermin.

"Pick up the sword." he ordered her. To his surprise, she did so without question. Perhaps he was making progress after all. "You have only one job today." He couldn't keep a sneer from creeping to his face. He will break her. "Kill this man." The Commandant gestured to the recruit on the ground, relishing in the horrified expression on her face. But his smirked vanished as she threw the sword down by his feet.

"I will not!" she protested. "That man is innocent!"

Kill me. How he would have loved to oblige her at that moment. But he stayed his hand.

"You will do as I say. Or you will suffer!"

"I would rather die a million times than kill an innocent man!"

The Commandant clenched his fists, his anger levels topping.

"If that is what you wish." he snarled. But as much as he wanted it, watching her collapse to the floor in agony did not bring him the pleasure it should have. "You are only making things difficult for yourself. I do not wish to see you dead, but you give me no choice." He extended his hand to assist her in getting up but she only brushed it aside.

"I will not kill that man." she reiterated defiantly, her breathing shallow.

"Do not try my patience, recruit. Do as I say or suffer the consequences!"

The glare that she gave him sent him over the edge. With complete disregard for Lucien's orders, the back of his hand connected with her face, sending her flying to the ground.

"Get her out of my sight!" he ordered the door guard and picking up the sword, put it through recruit 268, making sure she saw it. Wiping the blood on the dead man's coat, the Commandant sheathed it and stormed out.

A/N: So this is my interpretation as to why he wanted her to kill the guy, because he saw her in him. Yeahh... he's losing it, lol. Ah, to be young and in love. Though I don't think either one of them is that young. Anyway, I'm going to stray from the game story line as it leaves much to be desired so please don't flame me! ^^;