A Fallen Soldier

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SCARLETS POV

So this is what I wake up to, finding out everything about my....finding out everything about Alexander, Alexander.

He's alive, and he almost killed me, almost. Now that would have been a twist, Scarlet Thomson died by being stabbed straight in the heart by the great Alexander Maxwell.

Hopefully, they don't look deeper. That would just make my story even more of a tragedy. I almost want to shut my eyes and forget it all but, all I'd see would be the flames of my own burning hell so in the real world or in my dreams I'm stuck, and the real world was my escape.

"Bloody fucking hell"

I mutter referencing both my situations, but Luke only knows one.

"I know I know Thomson, it's shit, but it's better to keep our little discovery under wraps,"

And I almost want to turn around and punch him right then and there that fucking word, discovery. His not some new science breakthrough or something to be examined or to be toyed or tested his a fucking person.
His my father.
And I'm going to be the one that saves him, or dies trying.
As Scarlet Thomson or my true self.
If anyone's saving him it's going to be bloody me.
It's what mother would have wanted.

Then I hear a pair of footsteps walking closer and my head turns around to see brown hair and blue eyes skin a little darker then my own, black cloth covering from chest to his black boots. His father wouldn't approve that's for sure.

"Al?"

I sit up I hadn't even noticed Luke left.

"Hey Scar"

He smiles at me and I smile back.
"What brings you to my own living hell"
"You mean sitting and doing nothing?"
He smirks at me and I nod.

"How's the Commander taking it?"

I ask.

"My father"

He gose suddenly quite then speaks.

"The Commander has been like always. Indifferent"

And that isn't surprising but still, hurts like a knife in my chest.

"Yeah"

"Also someone's been desperate to see you"

And at that moment, they walk in.
Anderson.

DANIELS POV

I'm standing outside the door, I met Alan while I was on the way there said he'd heard about what happened to Scarlet through his father and who I could only guess was the commander though I must say I never knew he even had a son but I'm also pretty new here, only moved here a few mouths ago I moved in February, it's July now and I'm still getting use to the weather here, it's just different then Ulfstead that's for sure.

For a first mission it was....different to what I'd thought it would be and I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing, I mean, we found out that Alexander was alive which means there may be hope for others like Sarah but all that is very unlikely if she was out there she would have made herself known a long time ago, or she could be under there control like Alexander is, but then why not send them out together? Maybe keeping them apart is a way of torturing them even more, heartless bastards.

I walk over to her my steps slow and careful, likewise my voice follows that same pattern.

"Hey Scar? Can I call you that?"

Goddamn it, why i'm this award? Maybe because this woman could kill me if she pleased? Why I am I into that, wait, no focus, you can't fall inlove with a woman you just met, that's not how this works, that love only exists in fairytales my thoughts are cut open when I hear a chuckle, it's softer then before, like her voice.

"Yes, medic boy, you can call me Scar, everyone calls me that, we're not on duty"

"Your nicer"

"You've earned my respect, without you I'd be six feet under"

She smiles at me and it feels so real, not like a mask, I don't know why or how I can tell but I can and I can also feel Alans smirk from across the room and why head turns.

"What are you smirking at Katz"

I say along with someone else, Scarlet. Her voice is louder than mine, commanding mine is almost unhearable and he takes slow steps out the room.

"Nothing of worry Thomson, just enjoy time with your lover boy"

"Lover boy!"

She yells as he walks off and safe to say I'm blushing mess but I need to hide it.

"Sorry about him, he can be a ass at time, well, most of the time"

And my head turns again facing her, I'm almost under a spell of some kind and I don't know who's cast it.

"Has the blood transfusion been successful?"

It's a dumb question.

"Well yes"

She shoots back.

"If it didn't I wouldn't be awake talking to you"

I don't bother telling her it's my blood, there isn't really a point, I think when she grabs my wrist.

"See, I've been asleep for three bloody days and I hate sitting around and doing nothing and if I'm meant to be 'fine' maybe you could cut me lose?"

"I am not going to 'cut you lose' you need rest"

She huffs at me, staring at me, and saying no to her feels harder than it should and after she kept asking I snapped.

"Fine! Fine, only for a few hours"

And she smirks at me she knows what she's doing.

"Why thank you my medic boy"

"Just get changed, and be back by nine, understand?"

I say looking away.

"And who said I was going alone"

And my head turns back again.

"verdammte Hölle"