It was quiet, the noise, military language of his life over.
It was dark, the flashes of bullets meant for him having ceased.
It was peaceful, as the cool, night air in the desert came.
Big Daddy twitched his pinky finger, making the joint crack. Slowly, his chest began to move, and he coughed lightly; It blew dust over the floor. After an hour, Big Daddy's eyes slowly opened, unfocused and glazed. The irises were brown, deep and old. Wrinkles stretched all over his face, and strands of white, deceased hair lay all around him. His clothes swallowed his body, and hung like a king-sized bed cover on a baby crib. Coughing again, BD rubbed his throat tenderly, eyes squinted while he took in his surroundings. All was quiet and dark, but to him, to Big Daddy, all was covered in gold. It matched the air currents, moving up and down. A scorpion scuttled into his actual view, but Big Daddy felt it coming before he ever saw it. It's hard, hairy flesh was brown, but green dashes shimmered through its veins, and the golden air around it was dulled, casting a foreboding shadow that foretold death. It approached with caution, pincers snapping on occasion. Big Daddy smiled, and whispered, "Owe you harm, Siberus, I do not. Come."
The scorpion stopped, curious, but then ran to BD. He laid a hand on the ground, and it climbed up without hesitation, softly nipping Big Daddy's ear. He chuckled, and then cast a sad look at himself. "Huh?" his ear flicked a bit as he gave a good look at his hand, and then yelped. His arm was skinny, short, and green. The skin was heavily warped, aged beyond measure. Then Big Daddy looked up, and gasped. A tiny stool was his height, sitting up. Shakily getting to his feet, he was only a few centimeters taller than it. "No...no..."he repeated over and over, shutting his eyes shut. He had been dreaming his daughter, Anatricla, and his wife, and his son, and his life before that that day when he was to deploy to Northern Russia. It was Thanksgiving, and Big Daddy held his wife, Sennia, and told her he would never forget that day. His daughter hugged him close and said she loved him, and he tickled his son Henry's nose. A week later, and his family was supposedly killed in an explosion. His dream became a nightmare, and Big Daddy awoke with this new nightmarish reality.
Another nick to his ear, and Big Daddy laughed again. Siberus perched on Big Daddy's shoulder, and wordlessly, Big Daddy stood. It was time to go. However, he gazed over at Ravage. Oh Ravage, his majestic blade. Siberus clicked his pincers at the hilt, and Big Daddy looked at it again. "Hmm?" he walked closer, his clothing weighing down on him like a building. Before he moved any further, he said, "Off Siberus." The scorpion waited on the ground as BD shed his attire, ending up only in a pair of boxers that were more like long shorts for him. His chest bare, but it was covered in very minute, white hair, and he had an extremely defined abdominal muscles. Siberus was back on BD's shoulder in no time, and Big Daddy picked Ravage up. Then, he saw it. A slight flash of green, inside of it. With his thumb, BD pressed the button, and a green blade shot out, but significantly shorter. "There must be less energy in it..." he murmured, and retracted it.
"Do what now Siberus?" BD asked his new friend, and Siberus pointed a claw down. Big Daddy looked at the bottom of his foot, and took his phone from it. A minute after he read the notice, and Big Daddy threw it into a wall. "Damn it Dunnovoocha!" he grasped his head and exhaled loudly, pacing around in circles before he sat down.
"Now, I do what Siberus?" The scorpion climbed to the floor, and pointed at a hole in the wall. Words were silently exchanged, and Big Daddy stood again. "Fight, if I do, die I will. Raise soldiers, I must. Come Siberus, light it will soon be, have time...we do not."