Soldier Dream

All The Things that Go Wrong

She felt cold for once. It wasn't a good feeling, the feeling of cool air hitting heated skin that burned to the touch, it was the frigid, biting cold, that sank into her skin bitterly and chewed at her organs. It made her feel frostbitten inside. Maybe it was because she was still feeling the adrenaline settle and the wind rushing around was just... she shook herself lightly. She wasn't scared, not exactly. She'd just fought off a fucked up mess of a monster, her body was covered in rigorous bruises and she was covered in blood. Animal blood, no less. She drew her lips up into a grimace. It stank. Even if she could get it all off her uniform, her skin felt like it would forever reek.

Even if the fight was over, her mind raged with fear and fury. How could that son of a bitch do that to them? To his own soldiers, his own protectors. Her fist clenched in anger, fingers itching to curl around her gun. Her teeth were clenched so hard they hurt her jaw, sending sparks of pain through her teeth.

Her hand slid down to grasp her knife, trying to relieve the pressure from her teeth to her hand. Above all, her purpose was to protect, and what had she just done? She'd let them take a monster, worse than any she'd ever seen, and let it live! She should have finished it, she should have drive the knife right into it's soft little neck.

Her head ducked low, bangs falling into her eyes. She could feel every tremble running through her body. On her shoulder, newly reattached after she had showered, scraping blood from her skin with her nails that had refused to come off, her walkie-talkie crackled.

"Called to duty... group twelve..."

Of course her group would be called. Closing her eyes, she inhaled and rubbed her hand against her aching temple. He had something to do with her being called out and she knew it.

Her feet crunched the gravel up in a vicious spray as they pounded against it, her muscles straining. She knew she was going too fast, burning up too much energy, but she couldn't help it. Her muscles cried out for relief, for a break, but instead she was doing this. Trying to thin out the number of creatures baying for their blood so that the next food hunt would be easier.

Her knife flashed in the moonlight, it's silver coated in scarlet. Another severed throat, another spurt of blood. She hid behind an abandoned car, re-loading her gun in quick succession. When I get back, she thought, gritting her teeth, I'm going to see to it that little bastard gets exactly what he deserves.