"Commander I would advise you stay still as I patch you wounds..."
Laying on a medical bed with three holes in my stomach, each as large as a coin and bleeding non-stop, the medic trying to encourage me held my shoulder as their partner began working on my wounds.
As they work themselves trying to stop the bleeding, I found myself screaming and shrieking like a beast. This wasn't the first time I was having my wounds patched, every since I took their job, such was almost a daily occurrence but one didn't suddenly grow numb to pain after feeling it for continuous period. As a matter of fact it hurted even more because I always knew it wouldn't be the last and my heart filled with fear as such a painful prediction couldn't help but contribute to the pain.
Screaming and tensing my legs backs and forth I found two pairs of eyes staring at me way back at the medical ward.
Theirs was no pity in those dark blue eyes of her simply satisfaction as she watched me agonize.
Just staring at the figure made my pain worse so I looked away and bared it using only my screams as a way to cool my mind.
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It took a total of thirty minutes before were wound were fully patched after which, I was completely stripped of my top and jacket giving way for them to seal shut the wounds and bandage it.
Currently I laid on the bed, my bandages socked in blood as my chest went up and down. My breathing was raggy, my throat arching from the continuous screaming and my eyes bloodshot for how intense every had been.
"Serves you right!"
As I was trying to catch my breaths the figure that has saved me while laughing at my current predicament stepped to the side of my bed watching me in pure satisfaction.
She was beautiful and perfect like all the rest whom had gone through that program.
She was a slender but graceful woman slightly above me in age, with silk black hair that ran down her waist. Her eye a deep blue in colour burned with the temperament of a raging sea wave as the corners of her lips twitch everything she stared at me.
Dressed in a light black tactical jacket with a red scarf wrapped around her neck she retrived the sheath katana strapped behind her, taking a seat on the chairs beside my bed.
"Isis!" I addressed her with a friendly smile. Who was she excalty, well she was my assistant and the leader of the team I had been assign to.
"I'm glad you're alive commander."
Hey tone was clearly sarcastic meaning she wanted the opposite but honestly I couldn't fault her since I had gotten in on this mess all by myself. If only....
"Can I speak?" She suddenly inquired with no particular trace of emotion on her face. She was as blank as a white canvas now and unless she spoke I doubt I could guess her though pattern.
"Ofcourse!",So I encourage.
Nodding to my words she patted the hems of her skirts, placing her katana on her thighs, then with a soft sigh began.
"Commander when you were first assigned to us, Theresa gave you a role, so my question is simple, what role was that?"
Upon her words my mind suddenly flashed back to almost a mouth ago, when I was roped into their mess by that woman.
"To fight alongside you."
"And what can your pathetic constitution achieve... enough with the games and answer me!"
My eye shot openly briefly in shock as Isis's calm exterior was betrayed by the intense hatred in her voice.
I wanted to argue that she was wrong just so I could justify what I had done but I knew I was in the wrong here. For starters I wasn't like them..I didn't go through what they did to become what they are now and neither did I have the physique or constitution to keep up with the kind of battles they fought. I was human and they were so much more hence what was my role in all of this.
"To command and keep you in check!"
"Good." She responded with a stiff smile and suddenly tilted her head.
"So what was you thought process in trying to fight a cryptic all by yourself. Are you so stupid that you think being a shitty Linker would entitle something. You're the guy in the chair, commander, we go out there and you stay back to provide instructions on how to proceed. You aren't a fighter but a mere side grade of an already shitty job. So at the very least have the decency to keep that mind."
"I understand."
I was already used to getting insults by now but could I really hate her. I didn't think so for her and her colleagues alongside many others fought to protect the remains of humanity.
They had given up a chance for normality to keep the cyptics at bay. They sacrificed so much..so much that it made my life seem like a comedy and here I was thinking I could replicate their achievements.
What arrogance, what stupidly and most of all what naivety. What could I achieve with this shitty body of my, what could a boy whom had delusions of his school being attacked by otherworldly creature so he could die achieve...in truth nothing.
No expectations, no future worth fightning for, no dreams or aspiration. I had nothing so in turn I didn't want to achieve anything.
When I got roped into their job I thought it would change me, I thought meeting those Heroes whom fought for mine and millions safety could inspired me, make me want to be like them but no all I got was countless insults, unwanted abuses, a shitty boss and a team that probably hate me because of one simply fact.
You see I wasn't the strongest... never would be but I was the chains that binded them....the collar that keep them on a leash.