Prometheus

Hunter

Hunters perspective

What the fuck? Why are they all just standing there. Did they know we were coming? That's impossible we had taken care of the mole. I smirked at the memory of how much they suffered. In my opinion they deserved more pain than what they had received. It was no matter, eventually they had ratted out this stinking hell hole of a compound.

I was pulled back into the present by my commanding officer. "Let's go guys" he instructed as the van doors flew open. Countless people streamed into the courtyard, women and men alike. We were all dressed in red, intent on staining the horseman's white uniform a similar shade.
I fought my way through the crowd. It was too easy. They were unarmed. What was going on? I had been so intent on killing the bastards I hadn't noticed Dora standing in the middle of the courtyard, I hadn't noticed the big screen that projected the dying images of the girl I love.
When I finally managed to process what my eyes were seeing a wave of nausea hit me. I directed a group of people behind me towards Dora. As soon as she was safe I would save Hope. Please hang on, I begged silently.
I saw Rose, Lucy's friend, scoop Dora into her arms ahead of me. The group separated. Half staying with her, providing enough cover to make it back to the vans. The other following me. "Get her out of here!" I yelled as Rose ran past me.
Our luck was up. A sea of white began to run towards us. This time they were armed. Screams could be heard echoing from both sides amongst the gun fire. The man infront of me dropped silently. His body hitting the ground with a thump. Shit.
I was not dying here. Hope was not dying here.
"Fire!" The commanding officer yelled. Her voice sounding though the megaphone. In an instant the first 2 rows of white fell. Then contact. hand to hand combat become necessary. A grey eyed man ran at me. Screaming. I easily grabbed his arm as he lunged at me. Breaking it. He fell to the floor in pain. I stomped down on his neck. Hard. Stomping out any life that once dwelled inside this twisted human.
I keep running through the mass of people. All around me people are falling. White and red bodies scatter the ground and find myself having to jump over my fallen comrades. I can't afford to register the chaos around me. I need to reach her. One glance at the screen and I can see her life slipping away with every second. A lady runs at me. Anger clear in her voice. She makes the same mistake as the first man and I easily break her arm but I keep running. Not waisting time on finishing the job.

The sea of white fades away. I keep running. Straight for the door they all ran out of. I keep going the screams and the chaos of the ensuing battle echoing down the hall ways. I close my eyes and focus. Voices. I hear them. Quite at first but growing louder.
"Unplug her. She is going to die. The disease is useless without her!" Someone yelled
"That maybe so but I refuse to let those bastards have both of them." A husky voice retorted
"Does it matter? They are never going to have Lucy."
I felt the wind being kicked out of me. What had they done? My mind was swimming. I kept running, fuelled by my anger.
I reach where the voices came from. One person remained. I took aim and fired before they even had a second to react.
I pushed through the door they had been guarding.There she was. Her head slumped forward. All manner of cables and wires sticking out of here. A steady beep echoed through the room. She was still alive. I ran over to her. "It's gonna be ok. I'm here. Your gonna be alright. I'm so fucking sorry." I whispered, kneeling at her feet. I felt like a repenting sinner kneeling at the alter for the first time. I grabbed the wires from her arm. The beeping flat lined. The wires hanging uselessly from the machines. I scooped her into my arms. Her head lolled back, she was like a rag doll. Her once tanned complexion was rapidly loosing colour. Her blue lips were slightly parted. She was breathing- barely. Only now, when she was lying in my arms did I realise how small she had become. Her once curvy body was nothing but skin and bone. "What did they do to you?" I whispered my tears falling down onto her cheek.
"Well this is precious." The same husky voice I had heard earlier stated- clearly amused. I turn and see a silver haired lady smiling a deranged smile.
"Let us pass."
"Why would I do that?"
"If you don't I'll kill you." I meant every word of it. It seemed this sadistic bitch ran this joint.
"I wouldn't be so quick to do that if I were you Prometheus."
"Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't rip you apart."
She gave me a smirk , reaching behind her she pulled forward a kneeling figure I hadn't noticed till now. Lucy. My heart pounded in my chest. She was alive. Relief flooded through me.
"Now Prometheus choose. I'll only let you leave with one."
I reached for gun that was strapped into the waist band of my trousers.
"Don't even think about it." She smiled placing a knife at Lucy's throat.
If I was objective this would have been an easy choice. The cure or one of our many skilled killers. But I wasn't objective. To me I had to choose between the girl I loved and girl I had grown up with. The girl that I had trained beside my whole life, the one who had taught me everything I knew. My best friend. I couldn't choose. I looked at Lucy, studying every detail of her face. I needed her to tell me what to do. Her hair fell around her face neatly in cornrows. Her deep brown eyes were big as they stared up at me. Her lips slightly parted as she breathed quietly. She was scared. I shook my head "I can't choose."
"What a shame. Unfortunately your going to have to Prince Charming."
I looked at Lucy, I needed her. I couldn't imagine a life where she didn't exist. She saw me hesitate.
"Well what will it be Hunter?" The lady snapped. "Oh yes I know all about you. Your best friend or the cure? To think if you had just stayed instead of running away like the coward you ar-"
"Shut up!" I seethed
I looked at Lucy, tears were trickling down her face.
"I need you." I whispered
"We need the cure. You know what you have to do."
I shook my head. No. I wasn't going to make that choice. She smiled up at me, pushing down anything else she was feeling. A little twinkle in her eye. Even in her broken down state she was amazing. She was so strong. We could get out of this. I knew it. The three of us.
"Forgive me." She said, that beautiful smile painted across her lips. Before I could even process what had happened she had leant forward into the grip of the silver haired lady. The knife sliced across her throat. Blood spurted out the open wound. Panic was set across her face. Before she fell forward. Hitting the ground with a thud. My blood ran cold.
Anger fuelled me through, everything turning into one big blur. I reached for the gun and shot. Shot after shot rang out through the empty room. Bouncing off the walls. Even after she was down I kept firing. Her limp body jumped into the air with every shot.
I kneeled down next to Lucy's body. Her lifeless eyes staring up at me. "I'm so sorry." I choked out, leaning down to close her eyes.
Then I was running. Running straight towards the chaos I had left behind only a few minutes ago. Although I feel I have aged at least sixty years.
I pulled Hope close to my body, shielding her from the blows that were flying. Running straight through the centre of the chaos. Shooting anyone that got in my way. Some of my comrades saw me and began flanking me as I ran through the devastation. It seemed to take a lifetime to reach the vans.
When we finally did two guards jumped in the front and I got in the back with Hope. We sped down the road and away from the chaos with another one of our jeeps following us.
I looked down and studied Hopes every feature. We needed to get to a hospital. We needed to get back to the refuge.
The journey to the base seemed to take forever. The night whizzed past our car. But still it took to long. I could feel her slipping away. Her breath becoming more laboured.
Suddenly the van doors flew open and she was ripped from my hold and placed on a Stretcher. I stayed beside her the whole time. I watched as her heart I failed. I watched as they performed CPR. I felt the last piece of myself die as I watched. But the pure relief that flooded though me when she pulled through was what had me in tears. After that I didn't dare leave the room. I stayed there, slept there. I prayed that eventually she would open her eyes.
Every time I closed my own eyes I was haunted by Lucy. I replayed the memory, like a broken record. I couldn't lose both of them.
Please wake up, I need you.
The only solace I had was knowing Dora was safe. That she had survived unharmed.