Delta's Eye

Chapter 5; Dreams of a injured man

"This won't hurt," the doctor said as he pushed the needle in my arm. The needle was huge, I knew it was gonna hurt. As he jabbed it down through my skin, there was a sharp, annoying pain. It was kinnda like when you're chilling at home and your ex calls. It was that bad. Possiably worse though...like when you fall off a ladder, onto the hood of a car, then roll of the hood onto a nail that goes into your blood vein and your dog commences to pissing on your head.

"You lied," I yelled as he began to pump me up with some kind of calming drug. "You...sumbitch," I managed to get out before I finally passed out.

I think it was a dream, but I hope it wasn't. I remember it all, every little detail of it.

My eyes opened up to an extremly bright light. I saw London standing over me, just as a note, I mean the city, not my amazing beautiful squad-mate. I looked across the buildings and down the streets of the city, looking for anything to make my horriable situation better. I forced myself up off my back and onto my feet.

"Hello," I yelled outloud as I began to stumble down one of the cobblestone roads. "Is anybody out here," I raised my voice, hoping for a response. There was nothing, nothing at all. I lost my footing and fell up against a wall. I felt an emense amount of pain when I hit it, then even more as I slid down the wall onto my ass.

I screamed and cursed as I tried to force myself back up. I forced myself up to my knees, but that was about it before I fell back down. I sighed and just layed there. I felt my eyes begin to do something...well, weird to me. It was something that I hadn't felt since high school.

"London! Where are you when I need you," I yelled loudly as I began to cry. "Jagger? Jag, I need a hand here, please," I sobbed harder. "Javlin! Javlin, I need help, brother!" Nobody answered, nobody came to help me, nobody did anything. There was nobody there.

"God, help me," I said as I put my hands over my eyes.

"Captain," it was very faint. I didn't know the voice. I looked up, hoping to see someone from another Delta team, or a Ranger, I would even go for a Marine right about now. "Captain, chin up." I looked up higher than I was. "Captain, that's too high." I looked back down and towards a ruined stairset across the street.

"What are you," I said softly as i reached for my pistol.

"I am you everything you are not, Captain," the voice said as something moved in the shadows. "Including loved by your friend."

"You stay away from London," I said as I forced myself up onto my feet. I pulled out my gun and aimed it into the shadows of the stairset. "You hear me? Stay the hell away from her!"

"That would mean you would have to as well," the voice said with an eerie echo. "Now wouldn't it?" I stood in silence as the eerie voice laughed at me. Laughed at me.

"Son of a bitch," I said as I pulled the saftey and fired a few rounds into the shadows. The thing screamed out loudly. I didn't see it as it flew forth from the building and put me on my ass. I hit my head on the wall behind me, which threw me into another dream.

I was at the end of a long, narrow hall lined with large statues. Several men wearing armor stood inside a room at the end of the hall. One turned back to me and smiled.

"Captain," he had a thick accent. I couldn't quite place it. "Please, enter my chambers." The man had guards, lots of guards.

"Who are you?"

"I cannot tell you. But know this; the enemies that are out against you are like mine. Please, learn from my lesson."

"Sir," I took a step forward towards him. Instead of him turning back to me, one of his guards hit me on the head.

My eyes open quickly. I was still in the hospital, in midsurgery. I groaned loudly as to alert the doctors and nurses that I was alive and well. The doctor looked down at me and smiled.

"Hit him with more steroids."

"No...no...keep me awake," I said before I black out. After a few seconds I woke up again, this time, they were ending the surgery. By that, I mean everyone was walking out of the room. I looked over and saw London sleeping in one of the chairs.

She opened one eye and looked over at me, smiling.

"Hey handsom, you feeling ok?"

"Yeah, I'm doing ok, I think."

"I asked the doctor for something for you to read. Sadly, they said that they have nothing. I did some searching on Brad's laptop; found some stuff for you." I began to read a few stories on his laptop, they didn't exactly seem to be his style, however.

"Who wrote these?"

"A writer on the website. Her callsign is LifesPuppet, I believe."

"Ahh...very intresting.  I'll have to fan her when I get back home," I said as I skimmed through the rest of the story. "London...how is the boy?"

"He is doing great. They never even had to put him under. Weird thing is, get ready for this; his blood is black."

"Wait what?"

"He bleeds black. Its as black as the night sky; it has tiny silver specks in it...they didn't know what to make of it. Other weird part; right after they cut him open, the scar healed. Like it was never there."

"That's very...different."

"Yes."

"Am I dreaming...?" London raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "Damnit! No, I'm not dreaming."

"Good."

"Where is the boy...?"

"They...put him in lockdown. He is under security."

"Well then, we will just have to get him out, won't we?"