The Rise Of Wicked

Chapter 3: Life or Death? I don't care

War raged on beneath us as dawn broke over the horizon. Bullets barrelled low and high barely scraping the chopper as we descended through the valley.

And then out of nowhere something hit us, the chopper erupted in an explosion of flames and reigning debris.

The blades shattered leaving the chopper plummeting towards the valley below. The man in black looked around, eyes wide. Shock eating them alive as I sat there, buckled in awaiting my inevitable death.

I fumble for the buckle, knowing I was bound to die anyway. And then the chopper hits the ground and flames whirl around me in a wreathing red catastrophe.

I cry out as the flames lick against my skin, but they hardly hurt as much as I thought they would.

The man in black all turned to glistening bone around me as I stumbled out of the wreckage.

My cloths had burned to sheer slithers that hung from my torso and thighs.

Silence surrounded me.

Flames and death slipped around me like air, I wandered further and further away from the crash. Taking what little chance I had at escape, wondering how the hell I had gotten so lucky.

Why hadn't I gone up in flames?

I started jogging, my legs aching from the crash, shards of the choppers broken blades having lodged themselves in my leg. But still I continued forwards, through the aches and pain shooting through me.

I took to the mountains, the ringing of the explosion still sounding in my ears even within the mountains where I knew silence slept.

I couldn't help but think that my lack of injuries had something to do with Wicked Inc? I have many secondary burns and wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding. And I was positive the bones in my arm had shattered on impact.

My life had turned into a complete mess, I'd gone from battling for righteousness to running from my own allies. What did that say about society.

Everyone lived in a world of fear. A world with darkness surrounding them. Only mine had become a lot worse. My days weren't only filled with machine gun fire and explosions. But now trying to understand what I really was wasn't anything physically possible.

I'd been a genetically engineered human my entire life and I'd never known.

I know it won't be long before I am tracked and taken back to a secret headquarters. The entire thought was so overwhelming my head grew dizzy with confusion.

It was either confusion or blood lose, honestly the latter would be better. Meant I was almost free of this mess.

I stare down at my leg noticing the congealed blood, now black with dirt and debris. The smell of my burnt flesh was foul.

I'd never given much thought to death, but if this pain persisted it wouldn't be a bad escape.

Life and Death were more or the same, weren't they?