Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 3 Part 3: Earthbreaker

Mission: Diamond Dogs

Mission Completion: Achieved

Casualties: 203

Intel gathered on Terror group The Insurrection, all member returned, Sierra and Texas under intensive care, Texas discharged with mild trauma, Sierra still under careful observation. 

Scythe and Miriam have another night out, but Scythe was uncertain whether to ask about....possible changes in their...relationship.

Gamma and Century take a night off, walking along the sands.

Riot stays with Texas, while Eden, along with Ash, Dex and North are currently training. 

7:34pm

1/9/2037

Sierra's POV

"Stings like hell, do you have a glass of water for me?" I reached out and grabbed the glass. 

"Who are you talking to? I don't see anyone." A voice rang out from the dark corner of the room.

"You, apparently. I know you....don't I?" 

"Maybe, and yet, I'm not sure if you even know if I exist. Maybe that blast knocked a bit out of you. More than the doctors had anticipated." The voice said mockingly. 

"Really? Well, that makes two of us...doesn't it?" I responded. 

Clearly, this person doesn't know. 

"Know what? The fact that three men are outside right now? Or that you are struggling to maintain your sanity right now? Or maybe, the fact that your fate might already have been sealed from day 1. From you entering this facility. You knew what you were headed for. You knew the consequences." The voice spoke again, this time closer to the edge of the bed. A scarred hand touched the side of the bed, near my own arm. The face, obscured by the darkness, made the experience extra insane. 

"You know who I am. You know there's no way in Hell you can even hope to achieve victory." 

I swallowed. Pain swelled into my chest and lungs. I felt a crushing pain enter my mind. Death was not what I was afraid of. Death could wait for my sorry ass to approach his fucking door. 

What crept me out the most was the fact that this person, whoever he was, could alter my mind into thinking he was the Devil himself, even though he wasn't. 

"He", whatever or whoever he is, moved away from the bed and stepped into the dim light offered by the window. The majority of his face was still unlit, however, he let his mouth and his right hand appear. A smirk revealed itself, along with a suit that was almost identical to mine revealed itself. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare in silent shock. 

"Amazing isn't it? What you can really do with a couple of nuts and bolts. Building a suit at the age of 15? That's quite a feat. And yet, something I've done way before you."

He expects me to be surprised. 

Truth is, I wasn't. My tech was made worldwide by my father, he allowed it to happen in the first place. 

I tried to play the angel to his devil, and maybe try to get anything off of him. At least, something that can fill the hole in the puzzle. 

"At least a name. Anything, I promise I will not look for you...yet" I said, pressing against the pain throbbing in my brain. 

The man just looked out the window and smiled devilishly. An evil presence seemed to drop into the room, filling me with not just regret, but dread. Death was not the dread that many feared. It was its swift embrace, how quickly it came to many people, snatching lives away.