War Never Changes

We Have To Go Back...

I don't care what you think
I just want happiness
You don't give a shit?
Well, look who's the highest.

Texas' POV

I'm went to sleep early, tomorrow is my beginning of my extensive training, now that my leg is pretty much back to optimal condition.

Riot is helping me though, even if I didn't really want to burden him with me and my shitty attitude. He says he's seen it before, plus, he can deal with it. He's too kind in that respect.

He's not making any attempts to flirt or anything, I'm surprised, usually I would love that if he would actually do that. I guess we're just not in the right place for it.

I laid on my back in my bed, thinking only about Riot. He's always here by my side, in case I have a nightmare, which reminds me. Once I had a nightmare with Riot sitting next to my bed, I turned and moaned, which caused him to wake up. The next thing he felt was my fist wedged in his face. He shrugged it off as Crazy Texas, but it's worrying me that he finds it too disturbing.

He hasn't been getting all too much sleep lately, either he's training through the night, or he would be next to me. I laid on my bed, thinking about the events that had transcended.

I fell asleep almost at once, which is not normal. I guess I was just tired.

Ugh...my head, ow...that hurt.

My arm, is...not moving?! What the...

A stark light flashed across my eyes. I closed them on instinct.

"Well well well, look who we have here? Is it Texas, the lovelorn girl, the one who desires Riot?"

"I'm sickened by you, Sigma. You don't have a love?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"You fucking wish, bitch. You girls don't understand, how painful it is to be rejected by...bitches like you?!"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so sloppy and disgusting, maybe..."

I was slapped hard by Sigma, I kept my mouth shut after that.

"You think I care about what you think?? Hah, I have better things to do."

"Then why am I here?" I pleaded.

"Look who's the smart one here, stupid."

Immediately, Sigma changed into Riot.

"Riot? Is that you?" I asked.

"No, it's me Sigma, stupid."

I saw Riot look up at me, blood trickling out of his mouth.

"I...I...Tex..." The blade was sticking out of his chest.

"NO! RIOT...RIOT!!"

"Hah, he wasn't really much of a lover anyways. What do you even see in him?" He wedged his knife out of Riot's chest, and Riot fell forward.

"Riot...no..."

Sigma slapped me hard again. "Listen here, I'm not going to waste my time anymore. I'm only going to say this once."

He voice dripped with poison. I stared into his steel eyes with malice.

"I know this isn't real! You can't do anything to me!"

"Oh, yeah?!"

He stepped forward and stabbed my left hand. The centre of my palm.