[Resident Evil Series #2]
[Piers Nivans X OC] Abused, abandoned, abducted, alone. Cheryl Hansenʼs life revolved around terrorism. But when she reunites with her childhood friend who reminds her of home, he taught her again what she learned from him...
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THE FIRST DAYS WERE hard and a little dismal since Piers had been gone. The BSAA responded to a bioterrorist attack in Australia, and his vacation was cut on short notice. I'd ask him how his mission went because I felt the need to hear it. But every time I ask that, I always found myself holding my breath to the dread of every detail of the ordeal. I'd forgotten how tough his duty was... it was full of risks and dangers. But somehow, he never minded it. He'd just talk casually like it was a normal thing, like it's part of his every day routine.
Sometimes, I realize I was reminiscing the days when we were still living together in his apartment. There was no particular memory that was worth remembering but I would just... abruptly remember the times I was with him. Did I take it for granted? And so, I wait at the end of each day, staring at the phone he had given me, hoping that it would ring despite knowing the fact that he was on-duty. He'd splurge on a phone call once a week, or every two weeks if he was too busy. We'd also engaged in e-mails because he said that it was handier, the BSAA was good at setting up computers even in the middle of nowhere.
"So what do you do there every day?" I asked.
"Nothing special, really. We just assemble at around six or so in the morning, then break into squads to exercise, running, lifting or do sports such as soccer or basketball. Sometimes we have a class, assemble or reassemble our weapons, go to the shooting range or whatever. But if there's nothing planned for the day, we'd just stay at the barracks, work out again, read or play video games for the rest of the day..."
"You play video games, Piers?" I cracked out a smile, imagining him playing video games with his BSAA buddies, yelling over the TV screen in frustration.
"Sometimes," I could feel the smile in his voice, "But mostly I would just work out, read or go to the rifle range."
"Why the BSAA? If my memory serves me right, you were in the Special Forces."
"Chris was the one who acknowledged me and asked me to join the BSAA. You see, I was kind of disillusioned before. Even if I do participated in my drills without any problems, I'd wanted something with a little more kick, you know? Something I'd make use of all my training."
"Ah, so you were looking for some kind of calling, huh?"
"Yeah, and the BSAA was that calling."
It scares me, you being a soldier. I wanted to tell him but I just bit my lip to suppress those words. Instead, what I told him was, "Good for you."
By September 2010, Lorraine persuaded me to study hand-to-hand combat along with Phyllis, for self-defense. Being in that family, it was a must to know basic martial arts. It was tough at first, seeing as though I didn't have the qualified build, and so I also had to go to the gym. From then on, the days seemed to pass by quickly than it used to be, having something to focus my mind on besides talking to Piers, it made me forget about my frequent worries about him getting sent into a danger zone.
