From space, with death

Let there be light

Waking up is always the hardest for me, probably more so since I passed out on the way to meet the ground. Not in the funny way, like haha I tripped, like I should be dead right now way.

The moons glow illuminates the ground around the wreck. I better get out before the patrols get here and try to revive me, I thought as my military survival skills kick in. But that seems a little tougher than you would expect when hanging in the air with only your half broken harness holding you up.

CEST, the most evil and corrupt business in the world. Taking other countries best and brightest to brainwash them in the old American way. Not only that, but their power to take what they want, when they want, because not one single nation could defeat this fortress of technology. It disgusts me to think that I was almost the top of my class and had the chance to get in, but then that pathetic boy walked into my life and stole it all away.

As I look down I see nothing but sand and what's left of the cockpit. A single arm stick out of the sand as if to surrender. God , I think, at least he had it quick. I unbuckle the restrains and fall to the ground. From there I see in pilot 107's hand an mp3 player. I decide to grab it incase it has radio or GPS in it.

I crawl out of the smashed helo at find the inside looked much better then the scene that lays before me. The side mounted machine-gun lays bent halfway sticking out of the sand. The back of the helo sticks up like a mini skyscraper in the sands. The front, well, it's smashed and buried with a long black streak leading to the downed DOGS.

Grab the emergency kit from the back and check the other side for agent 54 but their is no sign of her. 'solo survivor' yeah.

I start to jog towards the DOGS when a sharp pain tips me over, face planting painfully into the sand. Inlet out a whimper as I look at my blood soaked pants. My left leg is on fire, literally on fire. I panic as I see a trail leading to the craft directly to the fuel tank. I quickly smother the flames on my leg but they are on there way to the craft unhindered.

I hobble over to the DOGS and lean myself on the other side just as flames lick up to the gas tank in greed. I cover my ears and shut my eyes as the helo burst into a nuclear shaped fireball.

The explosion shoves the whole craft into me making me scream as is forces my leg underneath the fuselage. I watch as the fiery wreckage rain down in the sky. The pilots mp3 play gets knocked from my pocket and land on the sand in front of my face. I hear his voice coming from its tiny speaker.

"...Hey Katrina, how are you today you fine young lass. I hope good old Mikey is behaving for you today. I better you crying right now, but I want you to stop. Crying for me will make me feel worse. I know I should have told you more and there are still things I wish I could say to you, but it seems time won't allow. I'm sorry that you have to go through with this..."

Then a flaming piece of metal slices through my shoulder. I close my eyes and scream, and scream. As soon as I'm about to pass out I look towards the player as it gets impaled with what looks to be part of the helicopter blade, silencing it and destroying its contents.

The darkness creeps in then swallows me whole, leaving me lieing there bloody, trapped, and broken. If this is what death is then I accept...