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Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War
"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest.
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him еще shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a безопасно, сейф distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth. After a bit of sighing and head shaking, he had calmed himself and began to make his way to the bottom of the ship. Baird was told to get Nicole situated in a living quarters, then get them both to the Mess Hall for supper.
Baird suddenly called from over his shoulder:
"Keep up, rook."
Nicole jogged to his side and matched him step for step.
"Not so close, rookie."
сказал(-а) woman scowled at him and sighed heavily. He raised a brow cockily and turned his head toward her, he could see clear over her head. She felt his eyes and turned her head back upward to look back at him.
"So,"
Her face softened slightly.
"Where did Ты learn to do all that ass-kicking stuff?"
She gave a small side smile and tucked hair behind her ear. Baird's blue orbs wandered past her eyes, he watched her bite her bottom lip.
"Well, my dad was a tough man, fighting during the Pendulum Wars... I was brought up with a 'Its either me, или them.' Sort of mentality..."
Baird continued to listen as he pushed the double doors to the lower deck open. Rooms were on both side of the hallway, some doors left agape.
"And I learned to defend myself when саранча stormed through my hometown."
Baird could only nod as he fished keys from one of his many pockets and unlocked a door.
"This is yours."
He kicked it open. It was a simple room, with nothing еще than a cot built into the side of the wall, and a small closet with a dresser inside. A small window showed the water beneath the ship.
"Lavatories' down the hall."
He motioned with his thumb.
"There should be clothes in that drawer there, get dressed."
He pointed to the drawer and closed the door as he left.
Cold. That's what the room was. Flat out frigid. The лодка had been submerged in the water, causing the hull to be extremely cold. The room was cramped, though it was empty. Nicole pulled out the вверх drawer of the dresser, a tank top, t-shirt and sweat pants were all that had remained. She pulled her own tank off and folded it neatly on вверх of the dresser. She quickly removed her pants and stepped into the baggy sweat pants. Her boots were left on.
Baird knocked on the door.
"Almost ready?"
Came his coarse tone.
"Yeah. Just a second."
Her voice was much lighter than his. He sounded like he had just gargled gravel; while she had a light silvery voice.
Nicole folded her pants and made her way to the small metal door. She slowly turned the door handle and met Baird once more. He too had changed into lounge wear and removed his goggles and gloves.
"Let's move."
He сказал(-а) with vigor. Nicole scanned his physique, he wore the same clothing as her. His arms were quite muscular, his chest real thick. She realized she had been staring and blinked rapidly, turning her head away.
"You know, I feel bad for you..."
Baird suddenly spoke out.
"Why...?"
Her voice was less of the light and feathery tone that she was used to, and еще urgent and tight.
He chuckled cockily.
"You're gonna have to get all that hair chopped off."
Her face melted into a depressed mug as she ran her fingers through her flowing locks. She had always had long hair, it was a part of her, she grew up with her midnight tresses.
"Women in the COG can't have long hair, endangers their life. Could get stuck in gun clips, или a Grub could get ahold of it. Hell, I don't know."
Nicole nodded and looped a thin strand of coal-colored hair around her finger.
They had retch the Mess Hall, finding it was full of COG soldiers all dressed in the same attire. This had to be one of the largest places on the ship.
Cole waved over from the Еда line, Baird and Nicole walked toward the large man. Nicole earned a few side glances from men, seeing as she was one of the few women in the Military. She shivered silently, her skin prickling up at this sensation.
"Grab a tray, rookie."
Marcus elbowed her in the ribs. Nicole hadn't gotten a real good look at him before, but something seemed eerily familiar about his craggy face. The small blue eyes set far back into his head, the locked-jaw and thousand yard stare. She knew she had seen this potent man before.
She retch down to the stack of metal trays sitting on a тележка, корзина Далее to the long steel Еда line.
The rest of Delta Squad had gotten their ужин and had taken a сиденье, место, сиденья at one of the long metal tables. Baird, Cole and Marcus sat at one side of the table. Sam, Anya, Nicole , Jayce and Carmine were seated at the opposite side. Nicole mostly played with her fork, spinning it around on one of the prongs.
"What's your issue?"
Carmine had removed his шлем and had it sitting beside him. He was young-faced with light ash-brown bristly hair. His eyes were a mint green, his mouth having a natural curl at the corners. He had attempted to strike up a conversation with the green horn.
"Clayton Carmine. You're....?"
Carmine extended his right hand, his left was currently holding a fork.
"Nicole Theory."
She gripped his hand firmly, yet held it like a lady would. Clayton smirked and released her hand.
"No issue here, Sir. Just adjusting."
Nicole assured him. He nodded justly and returned to his food.
Nicole continued to mess with her pronged utensil. She just listened in to what was being conversed at the other end of the table.
"Bed time, rook."
Nicole tore her attention away from her ever so interesting eating tool and saw her instructor standing above her.
"Yes, Sir."
Nicole stood up slowly from the table, putting down her fork. She threw her arms above her head and stretched them.
"You will receive your gear tomorrow."
Marcus told her as he walked away from his spot at the table.
Baird motioned for Nicole to follow him to her sleeping quarters in the lower deck of the ship. Carmine had walked to the side of Nicole.
"It was nice to meet you, Theory."
She smiled sweetly as he returned the favor. It wasn't the kind of grin he was used to. No, this was completely different. She hadn't smiled like this in a while. It felt foreign on her lips, almost alien. His smirk was cute, his cheeks rising up to глотать, ласточка his картезианский монастырь, шартрез eyes. His face was secure , though it seemed his mask of potency had been cracked and splintered before. Yet another man altered by the Military. But was it for better, или for worse?
"It was great meeting Ты today also, Sir."
Baird could help but roll his blue orbs into the back of his skull.
"Could we get a Переместить on? I'm exhausted."
Carmine shot him a dark stare as he picked his шлем up from the таблица beside him. Nicole turned to the fair-haired tyrant.
"I can make it to my room from here. Good night Ты two."
And with that, she was gone.
Chapter 2: An Indefinite Prisoner Of War
"Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable."
A nerdy blonde cussed as he stormed through the upper deck of Sovereign, his hands raised above his head in protest.
"Oh, let's put Baird in charge of the rookie! Since he's busy anyway. Let's just give him еще shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a безопасно, сейф distance behind. The rest of Delta Squad had dispersed to their cabins to change into their night attire. Baird had been chosen to school the rookie, thanks to his big mouth. After a bit of sighing and head shaking, he had calmed himself and began to make his way to the bottom of the ship. Baird was told to get Nicole situated in a living quarters, then get them both to the Mess Hall for supper.
Baird suddenly called from over his shoulder:
"Keep up, rook."
Nicole jogged to his side and matched him step for step.
"Not so close, rookie."
сказал(-а) woman scowled at him and sighed heavily. He raised a brow cockily and turned his head toward her, he could see clear over her head. She felt his eyes and turned her head back upward to look back at him.
"So,"
Her face softened slightly.
"Where did Ты learn to do all that ass-kicking stuff?"
She gave a small side smile and tucked hair behind her ear. Baird's blue orbs wandered past her eyes, he watched her bite her bottom lip.
"Well, my dad was a tough man, fighting during the Pendulum Wars... I was brought up with a 'Its either me, или them.' Sort of mentality..."
Baird continued to listen as he pushed the double doors to the lower deck open. Rooms were on both side of the hallway, some doors left agape.
"And I learned to defend myself when саранча stormed through my hometown."
Baird could only nod as he fished keys from one of his many pockets and unlocked a door.
"This is yours."
He kicked it open. It was a simple room, with nothing еще than a cot built into the side of the wall, and a small closet with a dresser inside. A small window showed the water beneath the ship.
"Lavatories' down the hall."
He motioned with his thumb.
"There should be clothes in that drawer there, get dressed."
He pointed to the drawer and closed the door as he left.
Cold. That's what the room was. Flat out frigid. The лодка had been submerged in the water, causing the hull to be extremely cold. The room was cramped, though it was empty. Nicole pulled out the вверх drawer of the dresser, a tank top, t-shirt and sweat pants were all that had remained. She pulled her own tank off and folded it neatly on вверх of the dresser. She quickly removed her pants and stepped into the baggy sweat pants. Her boots were left on.
Baird knocked on the door.
"Almost ready?"
Came his coarse tone.
"Yeah. Just a second."
Her voice was much lighter than his. He sounded like he had just gargled gravel; while she had a light silvery voice.
Nicole folded her pants and made her way to the small metal door. She slowly turned the door handle and met Baird once more. He too had changed into lounge wear and removed his goggles and gloves.
"Let's move."
He сказал(-а) with vigor. Nicole scanned his physique, he wore the same clothing as her. His arms were quite muscular, his chest real thick. She realized she had been staring and blinked rapidly, turning her head away.
"You know, I feel bad for you..."
Baird suddenly spoke out.
"Why...?"
Her voice was less of the light and feathery tone that she was used to, and еще urgent and tight.
He chuckled cockily.
"You're gonna have to get all that hair chopped off."
Her face melted into a depressed mug as she ran her fingers through her flowing locks. She had always had long hair, it was a part of her, she grew up with her midnight tresses.
"Women in the COG can't have long hair, endangers their life. Could get stuck in gun clips, или a Grub could get ahold of it. Hell, I don't know."
Nicole nodded and looped a thin strand of coal-colored hair around her finger.
They had retch the Mess Hall, finding it was full of COG soldiers all dressed in the same attire. This had to be one of the largest places on the ship.
Cole waved over from the Еда line, Baird and Nicole walked toward the large man. Nicole earned a few side glances from men, seeing as she was one of the few women in the Military. She shivered silently, her skin prickling up at this sensation.
"Grab a tray, rookie."
Marcus elbowed her in the ribs. Nicole hadn't gotten a real good look at him before, but something seemed eerily familiar about his craggy face. The small blue eyes set far back into his head, the locked-jaw and thousand yard stare. She knew she had seen this potent man before.
She retch down to the stack of metal trays sitting on a тележка, корзина Далее to the long steel Еда line.
The rest of Delta Squad had gotten their ужин and had taken a сиденье, место, сиденья at one of the long metal tables. Baird, Cole and Marcus sat at one side of the table. Sam, Anya, Nicole , Jayce and Carmine were seated at the opposite side. Nicole mostly played with her fork, spinning it around on one of the prongs.
"What's your issue?"
Carmine had removed his шлем and had it sitting beside him. He was young-faced with light ash-brown bristly hair. His eyes were a mint green, his mouth having a natural curl at the corners. He had attempted to strike up a conversation with the green horn.
"Clayton Carmine. You're....?"
Carmine extended his right hand, his left was currently holding a fork.
"Nicole Theory."
She gripped his hand firmly, yet held it like a lady would. Clayton smirked and released her hand.
"No issue here, Sir. Just adjusting."
Nicole assured him. He nodded justly and returned to his food.
Nicole continued to mess with her pronged utensil. She just listened in to what was being conversed at the other end of the table.
"Bed time, rook."
Nicole tore her attention away from her ever so interesting eating tool and saw her instructor standing above her.
"Yes, Sir."
Nicole stood up slowly from the table, putting down her fork. She threw her arms above her head and stretched them.
"You will receive your gear tomorrow."
Marcus told her as he walked away from his spot at the table.
Baird motioned for Nicole to follow him to her sleeping quarters in the lower deck of the ship. Carmine had walked to the side of Nicole.
"It was nice to meet you, Theory."
She smiled sweetly as he returned the favor. It wasn't the kind of grin he was used to. No, this was completely different. She hadn't smiled like this in a while. It felt foreign on her lips, almost alien. His smirk was cute, his cheeks rising up to глотать, ласточка his картезианский монастырь, шартрез eyes. His face was secure , though it seemed his mask of potency had been cracked and splintered before. Yet another man altered by the Military. But was it for better, или for worse?
"It was great meeting Ты today also, Sir."
Baird could help but roll his blue orbs into the back of his skull.
"Could we get a Переместить on? I'm exhausted."
Carmine shot him a dark stare as he picked his шлем up from the таблица beside him. Nicole turned to the fair-haired tyrant.
"I can make it to my room from here. Good night Ты two."
And with that, she was gone.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Еда and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Еда and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do Ты know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.