Awakening.



She stands at the bow of the vessel, it is raining softly against her skin, her eyelids pressed tightly closed as if the early morning light is blinding to her. She feels the vessel slowly and gently sway as it moves through the water, and it feels as though she’s floating, as though all time has stopped. Her eye’s open now and she sees him standing against the rail to the port side, and she silently studies him. She wonders about the brief kiss that she gave him, she wonders about his touch, about his heart and soul, and if her own heart is really beating softly in her chest or if it is all but a conjuring of her mind. Is this what it must feel like to be whole? To be certain of something.. Of anything. To know what it is to not just live.. But to be Human.

Into The Storm.



Thursday December 5th 0900 hrs.. it is the Year 2069. One half mile out side of Mordes Keep.
The thunder of the storm and the cold morning air pulls her away from the images and thoughts that still roam with the many questions that exist in her mind. Questions that Priss cannot answer, there have been many of those as of late. Questions that surely must be relative to what she is feeling.
“Priss.”
The rain is still falling less softly now than as before, it makes her skin seem much colder, as cold as the death that she is perceived by many to be such a part of. Demons do not live, demons do not feel, yet here she is, really walking, talking.. Asking questions, feeling her heart beat, Living?
“Priss?”
She feels his hand touch her skin and it warms her, she opens her eyes and there in front of her is Klinger.
“Are you okay?”
She nods slowly.
“Get into the storm drain, Milo and me have to stay to the rear, we have to get back to the extraction point before nightfall.”
She gently touches his face.
“You will be right behind me.. Yes?”
“Always.. Lets go sweetie. We’re burning daylight here.”
They can hear the noise of the oncoming reds heading towards them and Klinger and Milo move away from the drain and ready themselves for the onslaught.
“Get your asses in gear up there! We’ll hold them back!”
Milo Tripper and Klinger open fire on the oncoming reds who run blindly into their line of fire, they cut down the first six or seven immediately, but are certain that more are coming. they both enter the tunnel behind the others and make their way through the dark cramped passage. It is time to go back into the jungle, people are waiting.

Going Home.



They are the last two through the storm drain, but they know the reds are not far behind them, and as soon as Klinger and Milo tripper are clear of the opening, that it will be fired upon by the other members of team Alpha. They can hear screaming coming from about thirty yards back. The reds are gaining on them, they break through the entrance of the storm drain and Klinger yells out to them as they clear the opening.
“Shoot It! Shoot the opening they’re coming up behind us!”
They all open fire at the walls of the drain in an attempt to collapse the only way out, the walls slowly give way and begin to buckle, as the first three reds appear, they blindly open fire and one gets a shot off at a member of team Alpha,and the woman called Roxx takes a direct hit. Twitch Thump and Cowboy all return fire on the reds as Roxx lays bleeding behind them, while Samantha Bliss and Priss tend to her aid.The drain collapses and team Alpha once again at least for the moment have prevailed. The rain falls harder, Priss can feel her heart trying to beat its way through her chest, as Roxx’s bloody hand clutches her own. Samantha Bliss is working feverishly to stop the bleeding.
“Roxx.. Breathe baby.. breathe for me now.. Hang on its going to be okay girl.”
The bleeding stops but she loses consciousness, they will not leave her behind. They will not let her die here. Alone in this cold place. Roxx is going with them alive or dead, no one gets left behind. Priss picks up Roxx and cradles her limp body in her arms. She looks at Samantha Bliss and the others..
“She’s coming with us.. If I have to carry her every step of the way.”
Priss looks down at Roxx and she begins to understand the questions now. The questions about love, about life, about needing to feel human. And why this fragile thing humans call life is so precious. Because it can all slip from your grasp. Within an instant. She feels the moisture coming from the corners of her eyes slowly mixing with the Rain.
“Lets take Roxx home now Samantha.”

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