War Never Changes

Memories

Memories drift in and out of my mind
While the little people get left behind
So whateverrrrr...

Currently inside portal, ETA-5 minutes

Texas' POV
We are still traveling through time. It takes a while. It's worse with more people. Sigma, they may already have arrived, found his way out. I hate him now. More than anything. He'll pay for this. I'll be sure of that.

I'm still bleeding, I feel super tired, I'm beat up more than anything.

Texas is fading out of consciousness...

Texas was inside the training room when there was a sudden chatter outside. It was rare having so many people, especially girls to suddenly be so excited, but she ignored them. Training was more important.

    All of a sudden, the door banged open, and a tall guy strolled in, with a huge grin on his face. The sound of the girls squealing heightened when he flipped his hair. Annoyed, Texas turned to flip them off and tell them to shut up, when she realised the cause of all the squealing was standing just next to her.

    "Hey, you're Texas right? You're the best sharpshooter around here?"

    Snorting, Texas glanced up at him, "Yea I'm Texas, do I know you?" He had nice eyes, really nice dark eyes and as much as she hated to admit it, his grin did give her butterflies, but she maintained her composure.

    "I'm Riot," he smirked and her eyes widened. He didn't seem to notice though and she was thankful for that. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and the fringe was just long enough to touch the top of his eyes. His skin was tan enough to show that he enjoyed being in the sun, and although he wasn't ripped, he had muscular build that showed he exercised in some way.

    "Umm cool, nice to meet you" Texas returned to her training and went back to ignoring the rest of the world. He continued looking at her with a smile that seemed to make him look like a small boy.

    "I'm gonna beat your record someday, Texas." Then he walked out, carefree, out of the training room, leaving her smiling to herself, wondering who the hell this guy really was.

Texas fades back into consciousness...

I opened my eyes, listening to the sound of my own breathing. It sounded ragged and it hurt like hell. I'm sure none of us would enjoy being in this situation. I tried to turn my head, but all I could do was to mumble, "when...when are we arriving...?" Scythe turned, astounded at the fact I'm still alive. "We are almost there Tex, just stay alive for the next 90 seconds. We will put you in ICU(Intensive Care Unit) the second we land."

I smiled, which to Scythe would look like a weak smile, but I didn't care.

Texas fades again...

I don't remember how he managed to be so attractive and such an asshole at the same time. I mean, look at him! Sure he's a good looking guy but, he's just the type you wouldn't fuck around with.

I tried to stay away from him, but he would always appear beside me during training to show off in front of me. "I guess someone wants some attention." I turned to stare into his dark, hazelnut eyes, which made me weak in the knees just by him being there. He slowly lowered his gun, speaking softly, "Don't keep staring at me! Concentrate. Or...don't. Stupid." I laughed it off. Suddenly, he grabbed my gun and placed it on the table, pulling me forward at the same time.

He was right in front of me. His lips were right near mine, I couldn't not look at them. His hand was secured around my waist. If I moved, my lips would collide with his. I could feel his heat, his scent was overpowering me. I looked up at him, staring. His eyes had a steel that overpowered his cuteness

"Um...Riot?" He looks up, staring into my eyes. He steps back slightly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, we were training yes?" I nodded. "Yes we were. Now, let's see who can aim better." I said with a smile. I craved his touch, his gaze and his scent.

Texas fades back into consciousness

"We're almost there!! Someone hold onto Texas before we land, it's gonna be a rough landing." Scythe said.

We landed with a thud. Scythe drew his pistol and surveyed the area. "Clear, move forward and bring Texas to the medical ward." Sierra and Omega nodded and carried me up on their shoulders. "Wow, you're lighter than I expected." I smirked lightly, "shut up stupid, I'm not that heavy. By the way, how do you always manage to carry so many heavy things?" Sierra smiled at me, but he didn't reply.

Just as we rounded the corner, we stopped as someone was in front of us. "Excuse me sir, I need to bring her to the Medical Ward ASAP, she needs intensive care."

"Are you Wolf Fang, Kyle?" The guy simply said. "Yes sir, may I ask how do you know me?" He turned around, which lead to me gasping. "Riot? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You know him?" I nodded, suddenly my pain was ignored. "Hey Tex, didn't expect to see you like this..." What was he doing here? "Anyways, the General has asked me to wait here for you guys. Texas? Are you like, injured?"

"What do you think, stupid?" He widened his eyes, "SHIT...WE NEED TO GET YOU INTO INTENSIVE CARE THEN! LET ME CARRY YOU."

He picked me up from Omega and Sierra, and carried me bridal style.

What...now he's here?? What is happening?

Texas falls unconscious, despite Riot trying to wake her, she was unable to respond. He rushed her to the medical ward, got her into intensive care, and waited with Sierra outside the medical room.

WELL, THIS IS CERTAINLY INTERESTING, ISN'T IT? PART TWO COMING SOON!!!