God's lost Child
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 lebih shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a aman, brankas 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."
berkata 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 anda 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, atau 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 belalang 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 lebih 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 perahu 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 puncak, atas 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 puncak, atas 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 berkata 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 lebih 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, atau 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 food 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 gerobak, keranjang selanjutnya to the long steel food line.
The rest of Delta Squad had gotten their makan malam and had taken a kursi 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 ketopong, helm 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 menelan his minuman keras manis, chartreuse eyes. His face was secure , though it seemed his mask of potency had been cracked and splintered before. Yet another man altered oleh the Military. But was it for better, atau for worse?
"It was great meeting anda today also, Sir."
Baird could help but roll his blue orbs into the back of his skull.
"Could we get a pindah on? I'm exhausted."
Carmine shot him a dark stare as he picked his ketopong, helm up from the meja beside him. Nicole turned to the fair-haired tyrant.
"I can make it to my room from here. Good night anda 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 lebih shit to do, that's easier on us!"
He continued to fume violently as Nicole followed a aman, brankas 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."
berkata 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 anda 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, atau 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 belalang 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 lebih 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 perahu 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 puncak, atas 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 puncak, atas 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 berkata 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 lebih 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, atau 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 food 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 gerobak, keranjang selanjutnya to the long steel food line.
The rest of Delta Squad had gotten their makan malam and had taken a kursi 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 ketopong, helm 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 menelan his minuman keras manis, chartreuse eyes. His face was secure , though it seemed his mask of potency had been cracked and splintered before. Yet another man altered oleh the Military. But was it for better, atau for worse?
"It was great meeting anda today also, Sir."
Baird could help but roll his blue orbs into the back of his skull.
"Could we get a pindah on? I'm exhausted."
Carmine shot him a dark stare as he picked his ketopong, helm up from the meja beside him. Nicole turned to the fair-haired tyrant.
"I can make it to my room from here. Good night anda two."
And with that, she was gone.
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments yang lalu someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing gaun and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments yang lalu someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing gaun and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need lebih and lebih and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me atau to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need lebih and lebih and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me atau to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do anda know why?"
'well,she berkata something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come oleh my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do anda know why?"
'well,she berkata something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come oleh my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
Sobriety is beyond a horizon for you,
One anda won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific gambar replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do anda do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why anda mess around,
just let yourself be!
One anda won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific gambar replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do anda do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why anda mess around,
just let yourself be!