When Death Comes Knocking

Chapter 8: The Past

(Deaths PoV)

I woke up to the constant sound of beeping. The light hurt so I quickly blinked and squinted my eyes, I put my arm up to block the light which also signalled the others to my existence.

"Death, how are you feeling?" I heard someone say, but I was a bit too focused on my Mask on the side. "Fuckin hell." I said. "Death? Can you hear me?" the person said, I looked at them and noticed Doc, "Yeah I hear you Doc, got this proper banging headache." I said, not even realising the pain in my chest. Still too focused on the Mask. I reached over to pick it up and put it on but Meghan stopped me. I still hadn't got any of my strength back.

"So I see you all got back with Smoke crashing." I said with a chuckle. Meghan just stared at me, "you have been out for a month and the first thing you do is Joke. You haven't changed at all have you." She said herself with a chuckle. Doc just looked confused but didn't bother to ask. That's when Alex stormed into the room, I know his anger from anywhere.

"Is he awake?" he said with venom, "Yes I am Alex, now before you beat within an inch of my life, I'm sorry for not waiting for you, I know just fucking off to save them without telling anyone I was going to do it was a death wish within itself."

This didn't stop his rage, "You know full well what I think about you doing missions by yourself, and not only that you cleared 2 bases and a Prison by yourself with no back up, you almost got yourself killed, 'misfits' is at half capacity as it is, we don't need another one of us dead Comrade." He argued, I just simply nodded, "I know Alex, I know. But there are many reason why I do mission's by myself." I said before grabbing my Mask and standing up, Doc tried to stop me but I barged past them and walked off.

I walked into my room and left my Mask and grabbed my balaclava. I also grabbed my P226 and walked out of the compound, into the woods. I needed space and to be calm. I found a tree by the river, it was quiet, and calm. I pulled out my Bag and pulled out a sketch book and some other art supplies. I picked up a HB pencil and started to sketch, That's when I heard a crunch from behind me. I quickly turned and found Ela behind me, she hadn't noticed me yet and I'd rather not bring any attention to myself.

I carried on drawing. That's when I heard Ela speak, "Y/n (Death)?" she seemed confused I was out here and not in the infirmary, "Hello Ela, how's life?" I asked, she seemed shocked I spoke, "You were out for a month and the first thing you do is come here and Draw." She said with a little chuckle, I smiled under the Balaclava, "Yeah, it's quite peaceful down here, and drawing helps me calm down, it's peaceful, therapeutic almost." I replied, She sat down next to me and pulled out a sketch pad of her own.

"I agree, art is quite peaceful, I like coming here as well. The naturalistic sounds are calming and soothing, makes you forget about your troubles." She said the last part a bit quietly, "What's troubling you Ela?" I asked, "Oh me, nah don't worry about me, Nikt nie musi dbać o mnie. (No one has to care about me)"

"Ludzie naprawdę troszczą się o ciebie, Ela.( People really care about you, Ela)" I said reassuringly, still staring at the wilderness. "I may not be a good therapist, especially with my problems, but you have a family here that care for you, that trusts you. Look at your sister, she shows true care towards you the few times I have met her."

"My sister? She only ever argues with me. She never cared about like Father never did. Ci dwaj czuję się nikim. Byłem dla nich nikim. ( These two, I feel like nothing. I was nothing to them.)" she said, I could see tears on her face, she quickly wiped them away.

"I know how you feel, I had a brother and parents who really wanted me dead. I was abused by them to a point where I just left. I fucking joined the SAS to just spite my father as he hated the British. Probably why he hated his own father, because he was British." I said to her, she looked at me with sorrow in her eyes.