Authors notes: Sorry nothing really happens here, I think it's gonna be important later though.
Recap: I lift my head up to reply to the disgusting man, but I realise I don't need to. Behind Roy is a glow of green light and silhouetted in the green light is a man I have seen only in my visions. I watch as the silhouette lifts a cross above his head and brings it down with a sickening crunch.
A swirl of colours forms around her, the chair, the bed, the chair, the bed. Stopping she wobbles from side to side letting out an excited giggle. The woman standing at the door laughs, it's the laugh you do when you're pretending you're happy. The little girl knew her mommy was not happy. Her daddy was coming home today, he'd been staying with another lady for a while but he would come home today. Her mommy hadn't seen him with the other lady but she had, the other lady was younger than her mommy and her daddy had seemed happy with her. She had told her mommy about the lady and her mommy had seemed sad about it. Things had changed after that, her mommy's smile was a fake one now, why was she pretending.
A flash in the little girls mind told her of a pain that was to come.
When her daddy had come home the little girl had been told to play in the other room for a while, she didn't know why. Her birthday was coming up so maybe her mommy and daddy were planning a surprise. She loved surprises. A huge crash was heard from the kitchen where her mommy and daddy were and then raised voices, her mommy shouting and her daddy shouting back, she didn't know why but they sounded angry. Was it because she had seen the nice lady with her daddy? Was the nice lady supposed to be a secret for her birthday, after all her mommy pretended she didn't know about her? Was this all her fault?
The metal of the sword crashed down on Roy causing a sickening crunch. Somewhere in my heart I felt sadness, I didn't want Roy to be hurt but somewhere else my anger screamed: "He deserves it!" Roy was still alive, covered in blood and coughing uncontrollably but he would survive. The men on top of me removed themselves painfully, preparing to fight. The youngest one was not so eager this time and hung back slightly, it reminded me of when wolves fight but the thought passed me by quickly. I already knew the outcome it was blatantly obvious to me, I wanted to scream don't fight but then thought better of it, other people might have betted on the marines due to the shear number, but they don't have the power I do. I closed my eyes listening to the disgusting sounds coming from the fight. It started with angry shouts of war and ended with sickening shrieks and quiet thuds padded by the sand beneath the falling men. I waited. Throughout the fight the mysterious man of my visions remained completely silent, he made no pain filled noises, no angry noises and no enthusiastic noises either, like a robot. I peaked at the fight a few times, the man merely swatted the grown men away from him like they were flies and a few times I could swear I heard the wind whistling from his direction but still blowing from the direction it was coming from originally. How strange. Silence. I opened my eyes. The men were all on the floor some bleeding others still. I could feel bile rising in my throat. The man from my visions was bent down speaking to a man I had not seen before, they spoke in hushed voices for a while. After some time the man stood up took three steps back as if admiring his work, though I know better than to suspect that notion, the man had obviously been in a lot of fights. I looked at him, seeing him now, fully, for the first time, he seemed so strange, he wore a hat that a musketeer might wear and a strange cloak that was open at the front revealing his bare chest and a large cross. His moustache and beard seemed very French and his eyes were strange to me, like hawk eyes. I watched him closely, darkness beginning to creep across my vision. His head turned to me and slowly he walked in my direction. Bending his long legs he lifted a hand away from his side stretching it towards me. I looked at it for a second and then lifted my own, this time my hand looked worse, bruised and bloody a few fingers were bluer than they used to be and swollen. I clutched at his hand, the pain in my ribs, back and stomach unbearable now. I watched him for a second more before the pain over took me and I passed out.