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| Unblinking Eyes |
| Broken Angels: Saddam Issica |
| Prologue Have you ever had that feeling, that feeling you get when something happens, and you just go numb? Where nothing is felt, where you perfectly understand everything, but at the same time understand nothing? As far back as I can remember I have been a servant for the Union. It has been my mother and my father. I guess that�s just how they want it too, we are the petulant children of the Union, born into the life of slavery, we have seen, and embraced the horrors of the swarm, watched the sun rise across the many landscapes. To us, the Union is our parent, the earth our home. We have been trained since our rebirth to protect that very home. Until now, all my brothers have done so, without hesitation, questioning, remorse. Until the rouge was born. I am the newest child of the Union, reborn without sight, but I still see. My journey starts during training, it was my last mission, capture a flag without being detected, by all means possible. It started with a trek though an open field. The scenery was something that people thought had long been lost to the swarm. On the left side of the open plain the ground seemed to drop off, down in to a rocky shore down below. The air was sweeter than nectar itself, and a slight wind was coming from the ocean, the skies rumbled with patches of clouds, a faint tremor of thunder in the distance. The sight was enough to in power the smallest man, it showed us why we where fighting, it made all the pain, suffering, death, all of it, was worth it just to be on that sacred ground. The Union bought the land awhile back and protected it like a fierce guard dog. Keeping all it�s beauty and splendor intact while they trained their children. I had gone past the shore line into a wooded area, you could tell they Union had planted the trees, seeing as they were lined up in nicely put rows. As I walked I could hear their foot steps, the shadows in the background. They were hunting me, but I knew better. As I ran off trail a few of them took heed, the sound of leaves being rustled not to far behind me. The trees were too thin to hide behind, rays of sunshine started to creep though the forest, I dodged to and fro, in between the lines of trees, staying one step ahead of the others trying to apprehend me. There wasn�t much time until I was far ahead of them, the faint yells of their voices in the back round There wasn�t to much effort involved in hiding from them, with so much camouflage and other gear, I was much faster than them. I was dressed in a blue Union shirt, which was tucked into my cargo pants. I wore military issue black boots, and only a few flash grenades and other survival gear on my belt. As I pressed forward, I could see the flag, the woods sloped upward, reaching up to the flag that was perched at the very top, like a guiding beacon, it was planted on a pole which made it dance in the wind, in all it�s splendor, the same flag which all other blades had grabbed and held it in there victorious hands. I would be caught if I just made a run for it, two sentry guards stand in my way. Taking out a pair of flash grenades, I planed to use one to blind the guards and take the flag, the second to us on the others that would be attracted by the first grenade. I slowly pulled out the pin, hiding in a pile of leaves and branches, I suddenly came to my knees thrusting the first grenade at the pair. A bright, white flash emitted from the grenade. I watched at their pupils became tiny and the men put their hands to their eyes. With the two disabled, I ran from my cover, jumping up on to the pull to pull the flag from it�s place. I could feel the cold steel as my hands grip it, pulling it down towards my chest as I ran off. I wouldn�t let anyone take this from me, to me, it was more than a flag, it was my life. My feet weren�t running, they were flying. I was faster than all of them, no one could catch me. I was making my way to the end of the forest, just a few more steps and I would be granted with the honor of being named a blade. Then it came, there was an injured swarm but that somehow made it to this area. It had been waiting in the forest, and I was to be the one it would meet. I watched as it slithered out of it�s hole, I could almost notice an expression on it�s so called �face�. It was one of fear, the same look I possessed during my first days of training. Things seemed to slow down, nothing could be heard, the smell of fresh pine leafs wafted in the air. I could see a man yell something from my left, probably that of warning, but it was too late. As my head turned to look back upon that thing, all I saw was a red bolt. It came closer, heading right for me. I pushed my head down to dodge to blot, but instead I only fell into it. No longer could I smell the fresh pine leafs. Instead, all I could smell was burnt flesh. Everything was dark. At first I thought I had merely been knocked out, and it was now night. Than I noticed that it was pitch black, absolute nothing. I was blind, what would the Union do with me now. I was no good to them, I couldn�t help them in anyway. I was to be proven wrong�� |