My Immortal

Chapt 4: 97 Years Before - Part 4

97 Years Before - plus Mako's 97 years on the ground

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Mako:

It was nearly dawn, the time that she had been given to report to the launch pad. A heavy feeling settled in my chest as I glanced over her shoulder and held her close. I watched as one of the several guards stepped forward. I realized in that moment, she was going whether she wanted to or not. They were going to make her and I wouldn't be able to stop them. That didn't mean I wasn't going to try.

"She doesn't want to go... I'm not giving her up without a fight." I said harshly to him as two more MPs came silently through the door of our bunk room.

"Lt. Kiran Snyder, you have been ordered to report to the launch pad at dawn. You are coming with us, now." The taller of the soldiers said. The tone of his voice showed he was beyond annoyed at the two of us clinging to each other.

"Not without Her I am not." Kiran snapped back, tangling our hands together.

I stepped around her, putting myself between them and her. "No, this is wrong."

"I refuse to accept that I am being pried away from my home, just because I am military."

"You're not." The lead soldier stepped forward again. "You're being ordered because your specialty is needed aboard. As a Mechanical and Electrical Tech, you are essential for life on The Station. You have already been advised of this."

A sudden gasping sound behind me had me turning on the spot. I watched as my girlfriend stumbled back slightly, her hand letting go of mine. The doctor we had met the day before standing next to her with a needle in hand.

"No!" Jumping forward, I shoved him hard, away from her. He stumbled back to the ground as I caught her, her legs giving out. "Kiran! Kiran!" I lowered her slowly to the floor, I turned back to the MPs when I heard footsteps behind me. "You have to go through me first."

"We will sedate you if we need to, Gunny." An MP said, stepping forward and grabbing my arm. "Say goodbye to the Lt. and let's go."

"You should do your research before threatening another soldier you imbecile." Grabbing his wrist, I twisted and snapped it. Crying out, he stumbled away from me as I turned on the spot and caught the hand of the doctor trying to sedate me as he just did Kiran. Taking the syringe from him, I stabbed him in the thigh with it and didn't bother to watch him pass out.

"Mako?" Her voice was weak, but she was still conscious. "Mako?"

Quickly stepping back to her side, never taking my eyes off the MPs in front of me, I reached up and removed one of my dog tags along with the patch on my left arm. Bending down next to her, I put them in her hands.

Here, just in case. Never forget me. I whispered softly to her as I took one of her tags and patches.

Never going to forget... Will not.... I love you so much. She blacked out. I quickly shoved the patch into her bra and the tag on her necklace; as we had agreed merely 6 days ago. Knowing that they would not want to take it from her now. I knew it would be the only thing I would have to remember my love by. All of our photos had been destroyed in the first bomb, and now she was being stolen from me.

I quickly moved forward as two of the MPs charged at me. Three more MPs after them and an unnumbered amount of injuries later, four more guards came in, these ones were armed. The first tried to shoot me with a Taser gun, but I side stepped it and broke his arm and knee. I was able to sidestep the second as well, but not the third that hit me in the leg. My body seized as the currents shot through me; a silent scream pulled itself from me as I was hit twice more with two different guns, one in the chest, and one in the back.

It wasn't the pain of the gun that pulled me to my knees. It was the limp body of the woman I loved, being carried away. My heart broke at that moment. After everything that we had just gone through, she was being stolen from me, by force. She would be in space by the end of the day and we would be separated until we reunited in death.

As they hit me once more with the taser, my body gave out, landing completely on the floor in a heap. With one final zap, the world went dark.

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Mako:

I'd woken up in the bases holding cells three days later, it hadn't been hard to convince the idiot guard that he didn't have a reason to keep me there when we technically no longer had a reigning government. I watched as the world began to fall to pieces around me, the leaders continued to fire nuclear bombs at each other from their safe havens, not caring that they were killing what was left of their people. Quickly, the world's population dropped from the billions to the thousands as only one in every million people found themselves surviving the radiation that poisoned the world. At the same time, I found myself getting stronger with each passing day. It was only a few weeks after I lost Kiran that I noticed my eyes had begun to literally glow, along with any scars I still maintained after the first nuke Kiran and I somehow survived.

After a few months, I came across a small group of survivors that had rallied together in a desperate attempt to ward off scum and low lives of the world. Sadly though, none of them were fighters. I took them under my wing and taught them to defend themselves the best that I could. I even went as far as to teach them Kiran and mine's language so that their enemies couldn't understand them.

Over the years, the group grew into a whole society of warriors that helped establish laws and a way of life where the world's greatest mistakes could never be repeated again. As the generations passed and they realized I wasn't aging, that I was strong than any human should be, that I was faster, that my eyes and scars glowed, they began to bow to me. They gave me many names, some even went as far as to call me a goddess. But none of this mattered to me. Once they were set in their ways and no longer had need of me, I made myself scarce. I spent every moment of the next years mourning my loss; I only ever came out of the place I had come to call home to annoy the Mountain Men, the survivors in the mountain bunker and to help my people.

Now, 97 years later, I watch a ship fall from the sky. Wondering if the ones that had been named Sky People in the stories were attempting to return to earth early. Reaching up, I lightly rubbed at my chest. For as long as I'd been this way, I'd felt a pull to the stars. I'd always assumed it was my soul calling out in pain for the one it lost, but when the ship landed, I found myself resisting a near uncontrollable urge to run to the wreckage and claim what is mine.

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