Our Legacy| Gears of War Fanfic.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

"Ow."

"Stay still, I didn't even touch you. What did you do to your ear?" Breanne questioned, Marcas. I stood next to Cyclone and watched him putting pressure on his ear, while she took the bullet out of his arm.

"Cut myself shaving." Marcas grumbled, he never noticed I was there in the first place.

"Marcas, lets be serious here. Did you use the chainsaw on your lancer to do that to your ear? Alright, I am finished the stitches, I have to close the open cut on your ear lobe." I could tell this was the Breanne that Scarlett was talking about. 

It read on the tag on her uniform, Doctor Breanne Stroud. She had hazelnut coloured, soft, poker straight, long, hair. Breanne had a sharp jaw line, very pretty, brown, eyes.

She wore a pare of black pants and a white t-shirt. Suddenly Marcas made eye contact and I just gave him a sly smile.

"I've been through worse." Marcas finally replied to the Doc. He kept his eyes locked on mine, like if he was planning to murder me.

"I hope Cyclone explained to you the rules around here. Otherwise the consequences will go down." Marcas growled in annoyance.

"Marcas, take it easy. And what is going on?" Breanne questioned sweetly.

"She hid in the back of the truck then nearly shot Marcas-" Breanne interrupted Cyclone.

"She was probably scared of you guys in the first place. One, she probably thought you guys would say a "no" to bringing her back here anyways. What's your name, sweetie?"

"Ronin." I crossed my arms.

"Good name, the one I am going to strangle if things get out of hand."

"You stay away from me and we won't be having problems. You don't have any power over me because of your rank. Even if I have a lower rank, it doesn't give you privileges to making that decision, does it?" Marcas ignored me, he knew I was right in the first place.

Cyclone nudged me lightly in the ribs, with his elbow. It indicated that I needed to play my part.

"I'm sorry for nearly killing you. Breanne is right, that is exactly why I pitched a ride in the back." I said, then stared at the ground, cringing that we had a system of forgiveness. I was expecting him to ignore me or be upset.

"I know you are, just don't put anyone else more at risk." Marcas says calmly, I look back at Cyclone.

He gives me a nod.

"Alright, Marcas you are free to go, here." She holds out a green sucker. The Corner of Cyclone's lip raises a bit, turning into a smirk.

"No thanks." Marcas refused the candy. He started to walk towards the doorway.

Both Cyclone and I moved out of the way.

"And one more thing, Marcas." Breanne called out placing the clip-board onto her desk.

He stops then turns around. 

"Be careful, I don't want you coming back here in a body bag." Breanne says with kind words, there was a clear view of worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Doc." From there he leaves.

"Alright take a seat." Breanne says wiping down the medical bed. I do as she says.

Cyclone keeps watch at the door. He stayed silent for a while, after she tried pulling up my file.

"That's odd...You're not in the system." My stomach churned when she said that. They were closer to figuring out who I really was.