War Never Changes

Memories (Part 2)

I never meant to depend on you, on anyone
Because I promised that I'd never feel this way
But now, maybe I need you
Like the earth needs the sun to see another day

Texas lies on the bed, she's still unconscious. Riot sits beside her. Sierra and Omega stands outside the room. Sparks is behind them, with Scythe.

Sierra's POV
"Is she going to be okay? We, kinda need her." Sierra asked Omega. "She was badly damaged, even if she was able to recover, she wouldn't be able to use her hand for weeks. Her spirit is still strong though. I saw her eyes when we came into contact with Riot. She seemed to be filled with vigor, or maybe that's just her about to pass out." I chuckled slightly, looking down. Tears formed in my eyes. I looked up, sighed and stared at Riot's back. "Looks like she has some company." I pointed at Riot, which prompted Omega to look forward, he chuckled as well. "It's not like we will be doing anything anytime soon. I heard that the next place, Mexico, wouldn't be safe for the next few weeks. So we have time to help Tex recuperate." I nodded. "Or maybe..."

Texas lies on her bed. She struggles to open her eyes.

Texas' POV

I don't remember who he is, or do I? He seems, different. He looks distracted. Confused. Slightly irritated. I notice the gleam in his eyes. His eyes are red. It was so dark, I could only take in his face from the stark light coming from my health monitor.

I am, alive? Maybe as good as dead.

I don't know how I'm still alive. My friends, are they still here? I'm crying, but no one can see my tears. I'm broken, no one can fix my soul. My mind was shattered. That's all that I have left, is my resolve and my gun. I'll get him. Sigma had to die.

Although, it may not be worth it to kill him straight away.

I opened my eyes. What are you thinking? I internally gasped. Yes, I'm here. You don't have to run from me anymore. Who are you? You know who I am. You don't lie to yourself. Well, this is certainly interesting. I'm your murderous intent. I live in your sub-conscious.

I groaned. I looked toward Riot, beckoning him to come inside. "Riot, help me." He stared at me. "I'm coming...please wait yeah?" I swallowed. My wrist stung and my brain was hurting. Riot sat beside me and I looked into his eyes. His grey eyes stared back. He took my left hand in his, smiled and said quietly, "I may not be the best shot, but I'm certainly better at hitting the right target." he laid my hand down, stood up and left. I cringed. 'Damn, he was only here for twenty seconds but he made my skin crawl and my heart race.'

Hah. He's not worth your time, besides, don't you already have a boyfriend? Oh, you don't. 'I do. I solved our problem with him." My inner desires clung to my subconscious like glue, forcing me to shake my head to banish it from my thoughts. You can't get rid of me so easily you know, I know you want Sigma dead. He caused you this pain. It's only fair he suffers the same and he will die by your hand. For all I know, he could have done it on purpose to stop the group, or maybe, however unlikely it is, he may have known about Riot and wanted me to be forced into staying here to get to know him better. But...I will still exact my revenge on Sigma. He will pay. For the both of us. Not for you, brain. For me.

Texas closed her eyes, thought back to her brokenness and the person who had become the only solution. Riot.

Oh no, this can't be happening, this really can't be happening. Quentin was breaking up with me. He was seeing another girl since i was away serving the country for so long. "I've never felt so betrayed in my life." Tears formed in my eyes, dripping onto the concrete floor. I feel like im going to throw up. "but I can't let the others know, first, it wouldn't look good on me and second, I don't want it to affect my ability." But i knew that inside, I was completely shattered. Probably beyond repair.

I shut my eyes, forcing the tears out. "Don't cry, you idiot..." Screaming to myself, 'how could i have let a guy manipulate me like that? I'm supposed to be strong and independent, now because of a guy I've been reduced to nothing but a quivering and weeping mess of a woman.

I continued crying, stowing myself away in the dark corner of the generator room. It was the only place I felt safe. The electricity was my only thought. Along with that fucker. I had always hid in the generator room. It was silent apart from the electricity buzzing, the solitude I experienced was able to allow my emotions to flow. I would let anyone look down on me because of how i felt sometimes. Well, maybe most of the time.

The door slammed open, i drew my legs and choked on my emotions. "Who are you?" I asked. "Tex? Are you okay?" He knelt down beside me and stroked my greyish hair. "What happened? " I turned my head, which caused Riot to sigh, "you know you can't get better unless you talk about it." I turned my face toward him, and blinked. "What do you know?" He laughed, his laugh tinkling like fine bone china clinking together. "Well, I may not be a love expert, but maybe we can figure something out."

"How did you know i have that problem?" He looked at my arm, and grabbed softly. I initially pulled back, but allowed him to hold my arm. It felt better already, but I wasn't satisfied. "Oh, that? I asked around. Managed to piece together what had happened. Apparently one of the other girls overheard you at night crying yourself to sleep." I cursed silently.

"Well, he...just left...as a message, but it didn't mention a reason. All I wanted was a happy relationship with a guy that...loves me for who...I am, and I love....him for who....he is." I looked for comfort and solace in Riot's eyes, but he instead pulled my head into his arms, surrounding me in his warmth, I cried my heart out onto his chest, he stroked my hair.

We sat there for the next ten minutes, him just constantly stroking my hair, I was pouring my heart out onto his shirt and it seeped into his chest. It seemed to be absorbed into his being, with that it made me feel better. "Well, that should do it. You feel better?" I looked up, my eyes red and blood-shot. Riot, Riot, RIOT. He was the only one here with me, a broken mess. He was here right now.

"Now you have me Tex, every time you feel sad or angry, maybe you want to cry your heart out again, ask to come over ok? Remember, I care for you." I nodded, looking up at his eyes. Have I really gotten over Quentin so quickly? Originally I was in the rollercoaster of emotions, but now? I am enveloped in Riot's arms, he's all that I need right now."

WELL, THIS IS CERTAINLY THE MOST INTERESTING FLASHBACK SEQUENCE I'VE WRITTEN, EVER. NEXT PART, SOUTH AHEAD, WILL BE OUT THE SAME DAY AS THE FIRST NEW BOOK WILL BE COMING OUT! SO BE ON THE WATCH FOR THAT!

ARGENITE~~