Chapter Two
Dreams in Hell
It felt like years since Sam was awake. Motionless in the hell of his own thoughts, shell of a hollow war struck man. Screams of his Squad mates send chills down his spine, the sight of limbs scattered across the sand stricken land and the bodies of his once close brothers lay motionless as if they didn't have a beating heart. He stood in the sand of Afghanistan, watching what could be called a terrorist attack against an U.S. Military base. Gunshots, engines, planes over head. Sam's whole world was falling apart in front of him, and he couldn't do anything.
"Sir! Enemy Foot soldiers have breached the walls!"
All he could feel is guilt, hatred, and despair. An eerily familiar black and white flag with Islamic letters written on it imprinted in his brain.
He sits up gasping for air, sweat dripping from his face as he looks around an empty hospital room. The only sounds he hears is the sound of his heart rate on the monitor and his breath. He takes a deep breath and rips out the IV in his arm and crawls out of bed
"Where the hell am I?" Sam asks himself as he feels as his arms are extended out, but realizing they're flat by his side. He shrugs the feeling off and walks into the hall, still breathing heavily from the nightmare.
"Where is everyone? Why am I her-" Sam gaps out in pain, holding his chest remembering the accident. Suddenly, a nurse runs out and grabs him.
"Put them away! put them away no one can know!"
Sam looked at her in confusion, he looks down at his crotch and then back at her "It's away lady, damn."
"No no! These!" She tugs at his back, he looks back to see pure white feathers stretched out from his back in a wing form.
"You need to hide them! It's not safe!" She dragged him back into his room and shut the door "what would possess you to do that?!"
He looked at her with a blank expression "what is going on?!"
She shakes her head in irritation "You're Srgt. Fisher, you were apart of the Avian experiment. The secret testing in Afghan, right?"
Sam stiffens up, clenching his fists "Yea. That's right."
"And Srgt. Fisher, did you volunteer for this said experiment?"
He sighs and stands up "What the Fuck does this have to do with these!" He points to his wings
"You are the super weapon. Part human, part Avian. You are the future of warfare"
He shakes his head and pressed his hands against his head "you have to be shitting me."
"No sir, after the accident on I-85 it said on your record that you have volunteered to be apart of the experiment, but it was cut short because of a Muslim extremist group in afghan. One of our surgeons just happened to be one of the surviving medical experts that survived"
"I-85...The Car...Amanda!" He bolts towards the door and runs down the hall
"Mr. Fisher!" The nurse cries out, running after him
Sam grabs a leather jacket he found hanging up and puts it on, forcing his wings back. He grunts in pain and runs out of the hospital, looking around the parking lot in confusion. He frantically looked around for a way to run before getting abruptly stopped by the nurse
"Sir! You need to get back inside, it's dangerous for you outside!"
He pushes her away and looked around the parking lot "Townsville. How far is that from here?"
She looked up at him and shook her head "Sir, please come back insid-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Sam glares at her with his pale blue eyes "Townsville, Georgia. How FUCKING far?!"
She sighs and looks away from him "It's..you can't reach it"
"Can't reach it?!" He grabs her by the throat and pins her to the wall, his wings ripping out of the leather jacket and spreading wide open "One. Last. Chance."
"It's gone! Rubble! It's been several Decades since you were under the knife, Mr. Fisher. The town is gone. Nuked. Nada. Same for every major city in the U.S."
He looked at her like she was some sort of nutcase. With a swift motion of his arm, he sends her flying to the side as Sam walks down the lot, filled with abandoned cars and floating newspapers.
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{4 Decades Before}
Samantha looked at Dr. Goodwin as she wiped another tear off her face. She opened her mouth to speak but no words were able to form. After a little while she sighs and tries again
"We have no family. Everyone has either passed, prison or doing drugs. He have no family"
Goodwin looks at her and nods, removing his hand from her shoulder and setting it in his lap
"Any drug use that your brother could have done?"
She shakes her head in disapproval "No. He takes medication for His Post Traumatic Stress but that's it..he's never touched a drug in his life"
"What about alcohol?" He questioned her. On her side, it felt like Samuel was a trader to the United States and the Homeland Security came to interrogate her.
"He drank, but only during football or after going to the range" She shifts uncomfortably in her hospital chair as more and more questions keep arising
"Is your brother-" he pauses and chuckles "I apologize if this may seem weird to you for me to ask this but Is your brother sexually active?"
Her face glows bright red and nods "Y-yes, Why is that important?"
"Just needed it to validate a few things on his record." He smiles and stands up "thank you for your time Mrs. Fisher" He proceeds to head down the hall as he disappears from her view.
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