Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 24- A Picture

It's amazing how one simple fact can change the lives of multiple people. I'd never experienced such information, not like that of what I had heard ten minutes ago. I hadn't known how much one statement could change my life.

Raul Menendez was my father.

I was so confused as to how, why. Hadn't he been the one closely related to my mother's death? Why would he turn around and love her months before? How could my mother ever possibly love someone like that?

As I headed back to the hospital, more thoughts wound up into a tiny, knotted ball. Did Menendez know that I was his only daughter? Perhaps that was why he'd tried to keep me so close.

"You're like a daughter to me, Emma..."

Those words before the raid had been twisted. That little word "like" had made its way into the sentence. Menendez knew. He had to have known. Did Felix know as well? How about those right in front of me? Harper? Mason?

The more I thought about the entire situation, the more I wanted to imagine it wasn't true. It made me angry, sad and confused all at once. It made my throat tighten with a want to cry, a want to express how I felt.

"Emma!"

As I reached the lobby, Harper ran to me. It looked like he wanted to hug my slouching body, but he awkwardly stopped before he did. I lifted my head, eyes most likely red from my tears that had fallen moments before.

"Mason, h-he's awake!"

"Really?" the thought of seeing the man only slightly raised my mood.

Harper led me back through the complex hallways of the hospital, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was still following. I kept up easily, despite my sleep deprivation; it was close to four in the morning.

As we rounded the corner to Mason's room, I paused. Would this man still want to see me, after all of the shit I'd put him through? Could I even face him now that I knew who I really was: a product of two enemies? What about the matter of Felix and him being related?

"Emma," Mason managed a small smile as I nervously entered.

He weakly outstretched a hand, glowing off the LED lighting of the room, and I broke down to that.

I cried as I stumbled forwards, gathering Mason up in my arms gently. Mason hushed me, holding my head up against his as I rested next to him on the hospital bed. My tears, dangerously salty, soaked through every sheet possible.

"M-Mason!" I whispered, my lower lip quivering as I hugged him.

Harper quietly backed out of the room, closing the door to give the two of us some privacy. I knew he'd be back in no time to see his best friend, however.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I sniffled. "I thought I killed you."

"You almost did," Mason murmured, lips against the top of my head. "I still feel like I am."

With my arms wrapped around his sides, I tilted my head up to stare into his emerald-aqua eyes, a perfect mixture of green and blue. Mason gave another smile, his perfect lips thinning to the motion. I leaned up swiftly and kissed that smile.