When Death Comes Knocking

Chapter 4:

(Death PoV)

After about a week off for the healing bullet, and only leaving to eat and train when I could be bothered. I couldn't even shoot my fucking DMR. I was sad. Even more sad than usual.

But Jesus that week off was fucking horrible, I had almost nothing to do and I started remembering the past I wanted to fucking Forget, I had to ask Doc for Anti-Depressants, he wanted to talk to me and I said, "No- Anti-depressants will do fine thank you."

Trying to hide them from Sarah was a blast, she's like a bloodhound, she could smell a difference in the room the day I fucking got them, it was like I was being interrogated, she even got a spooky Brazilian woman in here to try and get me to break. It was fucking scary, Sarah was more scarier than the fucking skull paint wearing woman threatening to end my life.

But they found nothing, because I hide my shit well.....In the fucking wall.....Behind the bed.

After I got the Meds it was a bit better, although it was fucking horrible and I felt Lazy. I had been doing work none stop for about.......Ever. to be fair I don't even think I have stopped properly for more than a week unless I have actually been injured.

Anyway my shoulder should have healed.....Mostly. ish. Maybe. I don't really care I am shooting my DMR it needs to be shot.

As soon as I picked up my DMR and left my room Sarah could instantly know what was happening. "DEATH, IF YOU DON'T PUT THAT DMR DOWN I WILL PERSONALLY FUCK YOU UP MORE THAN THAT BULLET DID." She shouted through the fucking door, it scared the shit out of me and I almost dropped my fucking DMR, I shot out of the door and ran towards the Shooting range before she can even call her squad to drag me back to my room.

I set up and aimed my DMR, ready to take the target down, I was pretty excited. Until I heard the sprinting steps of a maniac Pyromaniac probably holding a shotgun with fire shells. I decided to fire my gun, since it may have been the last time I will ever get to fire it. and my god it felt glorious. The kickback against my shoulder, that yes was a bit still injured, felt so fucking glorious.

"BLACK DEATH." I hear shouted from my side, then I heard the sadistic pump of a shotgun. I looked at my gun and whispered, "I'm sorry little one." Before I got ordered to head back towards the Dorm room. "Sarah, I am fine, let me actually get fucking better and shoot my guns." I tried to reassure that I was better by shooting again, but as I pulled the gun up to shoot she also aimed her shotgun.

"I didn't fucking ask." She said, and then Alex walked in. "I heard a shotgun pump and screaming what is happening?" he said, trying to diffuse the situation. "I am trying to shoot my gun but she wants me to go back to bed where all I do is be lazy all day whilst sneaking out to try and do at least some training exercises." I explained, he nodded, "To be fair after a week you shouldn't be shooting, but did you shoot without any pain?" he asked.

"Yes, I had no pain, and I can show you." I said, shooting 3 shots in quick succession at the target, drilling three separate in the targets head, with my previous shot already chilling there. Sarah huffed but put her Shotgun down. "I only care Death, you are like a brother to me." She said walking back to the room.

"I know Sarah, I know." I shouted back whilst pulling my rifle back up, "Hey Alex, you want to shoot it?"

(Time Skip to dinner.)

"That fucking Rifle has some serious fire power." Alex said rubbing his shoulder where the rifle hit. "Yeah, but it isn't that bad, trust me I could have made it worse. And it is pretty accurate isn't it." I said, "Yeah surprisingly." He said back with a chuckle. We entered the Café and I grabbed my food and sat in my Corner. I like it here. It is peaceful and calm. Or it was till some recruits came over to mess with me.

"Oi looky here, it's the mute bastard. What's it's name? Black Death? Why are you named after a plague you prick." He said punching the back of my head and trying to force my head to the table, he failed miserably in this act and only showed how weak he was. I got up after he stopped, they were tiny, especially when they are under 6ft. all three of them.

I towered over them and I could see the leader, the one who punched me, looked scared, even through the Balaclava. He tried to punch me again, I let it happen and I didn't flinch. He them punched me again. Noting. He then whipped out a knife and stabbed me. It hurt, quite a bit. But I didn't flinch. Now all three of them looked piss scared. I pulled out the knife, at least they hit a part that isn't that vital.

I grabbed two of the Recruits heads and smacked them together, the third tried to escape but I threw the knife into the back of his leg. He fell with a thud and scream. I simply walked out and went to see Doc.

I walked into the infirmary and Doc just stared at me. "Recruits?" I nodded. "They hurt?" I nodded. He just sighed, "Ok, get in the table, let me stop the bleeding."

I waited for him to sort it out then gave him a quick thumbs up and a nod as a sign of respect. "I'm here if you need me Death, just talk to me if you feel troubled." I gave him another thumbs up and walked back to my room. Enough shooting and getting stabbed for this evening.

I walked into my room and saw Meghan, Sarah, Ela and Eliza sitting on the couch laughing and chilling, I gave them a quick wave. I had another quick look at the girls when I left my room to grab a drink. That's when I noticed they are drunk, and Sarah is giggling too much, she fucking told them didn't she.

I tried to sneak past but it happened, "Heyyyyyyyy.....Death. Did you knowwww that Meghan has a brother with the same first name as youuuu." Sarah said, very clearly Drunk and slurring half of her words.

"Is that so?" I said, the other 3 was a bit surprised I talked. "What happened to keeping that a secret?" I asked, "You know me and alcohol, it makes me talk." She says, still giggling. That's when I got a horrible feeling. "Hey Meghan, What's your last name?" I decided to ask, it fucking can't be. No she really can't be.

"Castellano." She said, a bit slurred but I knew the name all too well. "Fuck." I said, I grabbed a few of my Drinks, 6 Kopparberg's, then disappearing into my room. "Why the fuck did this fucking happen? Why me? Haven't I been tortured e-fucking-nough God?" I said to myself.

The next morning I came up with a plan. I had to tell her, at least I would know if she cares about me like she used too, or if Dad and Mom managed to change her view.