Post by Natalie Forge on Aug 25, 2017 13:10:57 GMT -5
Natalie was dressed the same way she normally did nowadays, nothing but a black crop top, cut off jeans that were excessively short, black, steel toed, Army Jungle Boots, and her ‘boys’ under her arms, the twin Barretta’s, and a leather jacket, unzipped, over the whole ensemble. What was not normal, however, was the unlit, slightly crumpled cigarette that was in her lips, the bottle of Jack Daniel’s in her right hand, and the darkness under her eyes that indicated a clear lack of sleep. She still moved with a purpose, however, and marched through the place like she owned it, even though she looks like she might have been the walking dead. The combination of being armed and looking like she was more dead than alive did wonders for keeping the idiots in the building from throwing a fit or doing anything stupid like cat-calls, so there was a benefit, but at the moment, she just didn’t care.
She was in a spiral, and although it pained her to admit it, she needed help if she was going to get back out of it before she drowned. It had been two weeks since her discharge, Honorable, but under psychiatric and medical conditions. She didn’t fight it, although it would have been easy to do; she simply didn’t want to be there anymore… too many bad memories. The images, for the millionth time, flashed through her mind and her eyes went wide and she paused in her steps… the smell of the desert sand, the blood… the acid from the touch… Her comrades, brothers, melted or torn asunder by a force that she hadn’t even been able to see until she was the only one left alive. She still didn’t know exactly how it worked… but she had enough time on her hands that inbetween trying to drink herself to death, she had managed to be able to summon those glowing guns on command. It had been three months since the incident.
The official report detailed that their unit was on their way back from an assignment when a report came in about a sniper team calling for help in a nearby village. They had simply been stationed there for reconassaince, no combat, but were ranting and raving about how they had been under attack. By the time Natalie had arrived, the snipers were dead, along with every man, woman and child in the small village… and it looked like a butcher had gone through the place. Some of them had wicked burns, the others, they looked like a giant bear had gotten to them… and that was when Jimmy started screaming. Bill and Rock were there first, and didn’t see anything and started freaking out as Jimmy’s arm melted and fell off just as Natalie rounded the corner. She remember seeing footsteps and screaming, and the three of them opened fire, watching as Jimmy was crushed by what looked like an invisible force. That was when Natalie knew what it was… this was the same type of thing that had killed her father… and just like that, the battle crazed gun slinging harlot was frozen in fear. She watched it cut them down like sacks of potatoes, and in her rage and fear, she finally was able to see it, and through sheer force of will, shot it dead with a pistol that glowed like something out of the movies.
She naturally didn’t tell any of that in the final report. She couldn’t. But since she wasn’t able to tell them the truth, she decided she wouldn’t tell them anything at all, and wouldn’t even speak when questioned. They had claimed it was PTSD, but seeing that she wasn’t an immediate danger and in respect of her record, they allowed her to leave without being sent to a hospital. Since then, it had been alcohol, staring at the ceiling fan, and trying to understand why she was able to make glowing guns out of her father’s dog tags. She had her own set, still around her neck, but her father’s tags were on bracelets around her wrists… just in case. Just because she didn’t know how they worked didn’t mean she wouldn’t be ready… she could see them now, and had a way to kill them. That was good enough.
She walked up to Erek’s door and tapped on it with the bottle in her hand, casting a glance at the curious people that were in the office. Without waiting for him to answer, she let herself in and shut the door behind her, making sure it latched shut, and rotating the little level so the deadbolt slid in place. Once that was done, she turned back around and looked at the man in the eyes, her own amber gaze seeming to have lost almost every speck of life in them, and she leaned back against the door. She didn’t say anything… he knew why she was here… but she knew there were going to be some questions. She didn’t want to answer them, but for him… and only Erek… she would. He had already accepted her when no one else would.
PWC:863
TWC:863
She was in a spiral, and although it pained her to admit it, she needed help if she was going to get back out of it before she drowned. It had been two weeks since her discharge, Honorable, but under psychiatric and medical conditions. She didn’t fight it, although it would have been easy to do; she simply didn’t want to be there anymore… too many bad memories. The images, for the millionth time, flashed through her mind and her eyes went wide and she paused in her steps… the smell of the desert sand, the blood… the acid from the touch… Her comrades, brothers, melted or torn asunder by a force that she hadn’t even been able to see until she was the only one left alive. She still didn’t know exactly how it worked… but she had enough time on her hands that inbetween trying to drink herself to death, she had managed to be able to summon those glowing guns on command. It had been three months since the incident.
The official report detailed that their unit was on their way back from an assignment when a report came in about a sniper team calling for help in a nearby village. They had simply been stationed there for reconassaince, no combat, but were ranting and raving about how they had been under attack. By the time Natalie had arrived, the snipers were dead, along with every man, woman and child in the small village… and it looked like a butcher had gone through the place. Some of them had wicked burns, the others, they looked like a giant bear had gotten to them… and that was when Jimmy started screaming. Bill and Rock were there first, and didn’t see anything and started freaking out as Jimmy’s arm melted and fell off just as Natalie rounded the corner. She remember seeing footsteps and screaming, and the three of them opened fire, watching as Jimmy was crushed by what looked like an invisible force. That was when Natalie knew what it was… this was the same type of thing that had killed her father… and just like that, the battle crazed gun slinging harlot was frozen in fear. She watched it cut them down like sacks of potatoes, and in her rage and fear, she finally was able to see it, and through sheer force of will, shot it dead with a pistol that glowed like something out of the movies.
She naturally didn’t tell any of that in the final report. She couldn’t. But since she wasn’t able to tell them the truth, she decided she wouldn’t tell them anything at all, and wouldn’t even speak when questioned. They had claimed it was PTSD, but seeing that she wasn’t an immediate danger and in respect of her record, they allowed her to leave without being sent to a hospital. Since then, it had been alcohol, staring at the ceiling fan, and trying to understand why she was able to make glowing guns out of her father’s dog tags. She had her own set, still around her neck, but her father’s tags were on bracelets around her wrists… just in case. Just because she didn’t know how they worked didn’t mean she wouldn’t be ready… she could see them now, and had a way to kill them. That was good enough.
She walked up to Erek’s door and tapped on it with the bottle in her hand, casting a glance at the curious people that were in the office. Without waiting for him to answer, she let herself in and shut the door behind her, making sure it latched shut, and rotating the little level so the deadbolt slid in place. Once that was done, she turned back around and looked at the man in the eyes, her own amber gaze seeming to have lost almost every speck of life in them, and she leaned back against the door. She didn’t say anything… he knew why she was here… but she knew there were going to be some questions. She didn’t want to answer them, but for him… and only Erek… she would. He had already accepted her when no one else would.
PWC:863
TWC:863
